Just an amusing anecdote to further alienate:
A suburb of our town hosted a beheader recently.
Yesterday, I asked the assembled group if anybody knew the name of the victim. Nobody did. I didn’t even bother asking who had attended her funeral!
Just an amusing anecdote to further alienate:
A suburb of our town hosted a beheader recently.
Yesterday, I asked the assembled group if anybody knew the name of the victim. Nobody did. I didn’t even bother asking who had attended her funeral!
Cops love it if you come up to their dogs and talk to them in baby talk. “Ooh, who’s the widdle tough guy? Aren’t you the scariest doggie ever,” sort of things. Try this at home!
I am reminded of Tom T Hall’s song, ‘Old dogs and children and watermelon wine,’
No matter how low my world gets, I have a shitty little 6 pound bag of fur that loves me. I love squirrels and raccoons, but when it all goes to shit, my little bag of fur still jumps in my lap like I am Superman.
It seems it took me a long time to get back to this, too, since I thought the thread had died.
I have no idea what post you think you’re replying to, but this has little to do with mine except for the mention of “carrier pigeons” and “dogs” here and there. What do evolution and creationism have to do with it? What do human brains have to do with it?