I was really bored on a train in Denmark last week, and started playing I-SPY with a friend. I spied ‘T’ and couldn’t believe it when in minutes he’d correctly guessed the tiny tiny tiny triangles that passed as decoration on the carriage walls. Genius.
The town of Solvang, California, is famous for its Danish heritage, as is the Nebraska community of Dannebrog.
The state of California is famous for providing high quality pot, as is Denmark, I think. Or is that Holland?
Does anyone in Holland actually wear those wooden clogs? Hey, imagine if a basketball team in Holland wore those. That would be infinitely more fun than the little rubber squeek-squeek of Nikes we get from the NBA.
My toilet got clogged last week. That was no fun.
That sentence brings up bad memories, Boyo Jim. My parents would always blame ME if the toilet got clogged… even when I wasn’t even home!
Thank goodness I’ve moved out, and my apartment toilet has never gotten clogged in the three years I’ve been living here.
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I’m thinking about changing my member name again. I can’t do a vanity search for boyo jim, because jim has too few letters. So I have to seach for boyo, where I pick up all the threads where people use Irish familiars. What to do?
You could change it to Boyo_Jim; searchable, yet retains all the essence of the original. Although…I’m not sure how I feel about the underscore. Sometimes I think it’s a wonderful piece of punctuation. Then the next day I want no part of it.
I hate underscores. Being a 2/4 finger typist, anything requiring a <shift> is a pain. I should learn to type proper and all, but that’s like SOOO much effort!
You type with two fourths of a finger?
My dad told me I was walking around with only half a brain.
No, I type with 2 fingers, sometimes 3 or 4, all at once…
Golfers should always walk the course! Carts are for old farts with too much $$$ and expensive clubs they couldn’t possibly take advantage of!
Just because they’re old doesn’t mean they couldn’t give a golf club some unwanted sexual attention.
A guy I used to golf with some, usually gave his golf clubs unwated attention, but not of the sexual kind. he would get so pissed off sometimes, he would throw clubs, every round. Others of us would make bets on which hole would be the first that he throws one. Once he actually made it to the back nine.
Did y’all know… if you throw a club just right, more specifically, if you BOUNCE a club just right, you can make it break in mid-air. Very cool!
I got my kid some juggling sticks for his birthday. Did you know if you bounce one of those just right, it can hit the ceiling and shatter lights? Amazing, no?
Hey, listen–shattered lights got nothin’ on shattered windows. Windows are much more expensive to replace, and you get the rain and the wind coming through until you can put in new glass. Ecch.
I know someone that claims to have had sex on a golf cart.
That’s gotta be more interesting than riding around on one of those things. Please, do tell! And is this person a friend of yours, perhaps? Maybe the one you had sex on that golf cart with? Hmm? Hmmmmm?
Well, my friend had sex on a golf cart, not me.
But, I have had sex in a cemetery.
I had sex in a motel bathroom, with another couple (friends) in the main room…