He is just trying to make a living. Besides, he eats the nasty bugs that breed in the Canadian heat.
It has been in the nineties here all week, and will be 102[sup]o[/sup] Tuesday.
Doggio you do the cooking, I’ll do the stocking, it could work:)
He has my congratulations. I put a S&S on the Sportie. Usually they come somewhere close to adjusted - mine came nowhere close. After several months (during which it rained a lot0 and 147 (literally) adjustments I think I finally got it to something I can claim as right. One jug is just a tad leaner than the other but its at least running like a bat out of Hades. Bessie on the other hand, just rub her feet a little now and then and she’ll go for years without any issue. My buddy claims I have the Dark Ride hopped up too much and he could be right --------- but the g-force it can put out when I need it is worth the extra effort.
What does it mean, “S&S”? Saddlebags and sodomy?
I have brain damage, a cranky liver and kidneys, and a couple small pins here and there.
And for some reason the MMP is starting to remind me of the Lodges when a table full of old Jewish guys would be fighting over who had the worse health. Its making me all nostalgic and stuff for the good old days. 
Y’all are starting to make me feel downright healthy.
Midget I could tell you some spider stories, I hate them
Once when I killed one I had nightmares that it’s mate was 6 feet tall and coming to get me.
Nope, screw you, we want to get WLS.
And I* AM* sicker than you, all ready!
A neighbor is caring for another neighbor’s garden while he is away, and gave us various vegetables. Broccoli, in Arkansas Summer, by G-d!
But I digress.
There are two Scotch bonnet peppers.
Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) assures me that if we were to eat them, we would die.
I immediately got out my list of People I Wish Were Dead, and tried to figure out how to get them to eat said peppers.
No luck so far.
On another matter, Dogbutt, Spiderbutt and Kopek butt, I have some delightfully sweet, mild peppers that I am sending to all my MMP friends! Please send me an address, and I shall mail them to you. Hurry, you will want them fresh!
Your Special Friend,
Carnivorousplant.
In the movie Tarantula, they called up the air force, "There is a giant tarantula attacking our city! And they sent Clint Eastwood in an F-80 to blow it away.
Those were the Good Old Days. No “What in the hell are you talking about, giant tarantula? Have you been drinking?” Nope, “Sure, we will send Clint out, right away! Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Reminds me of this Monty Python sketch. 
If I didn’t have to send you my address (its restricted for reasons of National Security – at least in Georgia – my Georgia not Swampy’s Georgia) I would take you up on your fine offer. I often keep a couple ghost chilis around and have even purchased and a bottle of stuff that had to be labeled as an extract and additive and not a food. What? You thought the rubber gloves in my kitchen were just for not leaving fingerprints on my knives? 
I did that one with my neurosurgeon once. His name was (and I am going to spell all this badly) Hassan Hassouri and flashing back to the old Bugs Bunny/1001 Nights routines I would also tell him “Hassan chop!!!” whenever I could.
In spite of my sense of humor, he did a terrific job for me.
:dubious: May I remind you we’ve met, Iknow what you look like & iI’m over 6’.
flytwerp what ruble said. I’ve grown banana hots to eat as snacks, whole.
I like being at home because here I have a good internet connection and I can watch stupid videos without having to go one hour’s drive away to recharge the stupid card.
And, while the papers aren’t signed (can’t be signed until November due to a tax-related fabulous idea my darling relatives had), the price for Grandma’s flat is now agreed upon. We’d already said and kept agreeing that it would be “official valuation price”; sadly that’s a hefty chunk higher than market price, but on the other hand, it comes on a piece of paper full of official-looking seals and doesn’t need my aforementioned relatives to go through inordinate amounts of thinking. I’m buying it via what’s called alquiler con opción de compra, which means I’m paying installments to the seller rather than to the bank; the installments will cover Grandma’s old folks’ home monthly payments (not the incidentals). The flat stays the vendor’s property until I finish paying.
Now we gotta convince Grandma, preferably before the money in her bank account runs out. She agreed on the proper price being “official valuation price” and on me getting it, but wants it to happen after her death. “It’s still yours Grandma, I’m just starting to pay for it instead of putting money in a piggy.”
That’s because you live in the Armpit of America. Here in the mountains They say it will be in the high 80s. I might have to turn my fan on! :eek:
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 76 Amurrkin out and hyooooooomid with a predicted high of 96 for the day. Gonna be hawt! Thus I am up and soon to be purtied up a bit before headin’ over to the church house to mow. Start up time is eight-thirty but I think I shall get over there around seven-thirty to get started.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day!
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, off today. Gonna go watch the scrimmage at the arena today.
Scotch bonnets you say? Send 'em over, I’m make Jerk chicken for ya!
Sari, deal!
Trying to wake up to go to irk. Bleah.
It’s a soggy, soggy day in southern Merrylande! I don’t know when it started raining, but it hasn’t stopped since 5-ish. **FCD **got up with Higgs and I slept in till nearly 7:30! I really needed that, because I had a tough time falling asleep - all the critter dander on the blanket got my eyes watering and my nose running - it was awful!! Then there were the bizarro dreams. But I’m rested and we’re back from breakfast.
I was going to put grass seed on part of the hill today, but thanks to the rain, my activities will be indoor only. So I’ll be quilting the lining for FCD’s saddle bags. And maybe knitting. Mostly lazy-type stuff.
It is cool enough that I’ve got windows open. Yeah, it’s damp, but it’s fresh air and that’s always good.
Happy Saturday!
Send 'em to me. I’ll give them to Complicated Friend. Guy’s insane, he thinks hot peppers are sweet. I’ve seen him eat habañeros like they were candy. 
Does the mail run from the armpit to NC?