At times like this, mammals must stick together. Now, if only I can get the wildlife to shovel the two feet of snow on my driveway.
It is still snowing in McLean and I just went out and measured just short of the two-foot mark. I have no choice but to return to the house and continue my campaign to overcome my boys in their dominance of the Wii.
Bdaman,
You up from your winter snooze?
Lotta K.,
That’s it. Thank you. I have been having that melody run through my brain or whats left since I read: Hush, hush, hush…..
So what do you think of Pandora.com? Last night I plugged in as a station Uncle Kracker and about 10 songs into it was a song off of Rust Never Sleep.
AY: “refresh my memory”
Naaaa nanana nanana nanana … hush
Deep Purple for you:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L1uRXxKRb4&hl=en_US&fs=1&]
Posted on other thread by accident.
Puns, did I hear puns:
1. A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, “I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.”
2. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says, “Dam!”
3. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
4. Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, “I’ve lost my electron.” The other says, “Are you sure?” The first replies “Yes, I’m positive.”
5. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.
6. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why?”, they asked, as they moved off. “Because,” he said, “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.”
7. A woman delivers a set of identical twins and decides to give them up for adoption.
One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain ; they name him “Juan.” Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”
8. A group of friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to “persuade” the friars to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he’d be back if they didn’t close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that only Hugh can prevent florist friars.
9. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Vince Treacy: “Obama calls is snowmageddon.”
Ahmageddon tired of snowpuns.
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Nice one Vince 🙂
bdaman,
Call your Dr. they may know what to do about your refusal to take your meds properly. Don’t worry, those people you see at your windows are there to help you. Do not fear, open the door and let them in.
Just tell them what you have told us. Show them your many screen names. It is ok, the people are there just to help you.
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone. Do you get a strong uneasy feelin your not sittin there all alone?
Is that your new nom de plume de jour?
We have almost 4 feet here professor.
Our powers out, we’re struggling to keep warm. Our roof is buckling from the weight of the snow. We can hear it groaning under the immense weight but there’s just no way to get up on it as its too high and too dangerous to clear.
Emergency services are unable to get out to these areas so we’re crossing our fingers and stoking the fire and hoping power is restored before we run out of fuel for the generator.
We’ve moved most of our food outside to keep it from spoiling. Hopefully the bears are snuggly and asleep and won’t come looking for our picnic baskets in the snow.
The biggest fear we have right now however is the roof. Ours is creaking under the weight of the snow. We can hear it shift. But there’s just no safe way to clear it yet. As long as the roof doesn’t collapse we’ll probably be ok. We’ve survived many a storm up here.
But not everyone is so lucky, or so well prepared.
ThirtyPercenter:
Good luck with the roof. That sounds a bit unnerving. The important thing is to keep on this blog, which is favored by God. Seriously, it is gets worse, you may want to stay in the most reinforced area of the house, which is usually not a second floor. Best of luck and stay safe.
JT
P.S. Jack Butler gonna love you.
Yes AY, those lyrics were meant for you. You see, when one signs a contract with the devil, the only way to get out of that contract is by cuttin heads. Ponder that while you watch this. Notice the transition from light to dark.
JT:
“It took me three hours to move the snow to the street and it is still falling strong.”
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You have obviously failed to assemble your child snow removal task force. Here are the steps:
1. Bundle kids up in cold weather gear.
2. Explain that snowmen built in or near the street are the coolest kind and susceptible to prizes like trips to Chucky Cheese, McDonalds, or my personal favorite, the laser tag warehouse.
3. Further explain that the special snowman-building snow is located on top of the driveway and that other lawn borne snow is inferior.
4. Contact all local neighbors’ kids to participate in the street snowman competition.
5. Sit back and proudly wear your judge’s sash as the munchkins clear out the driveway snow.
It’s foolproof.
Brilliant, Mespo. And I thought Tom Sawyer was dead.
I am doing what I am doing at the moment.
220,000 with out power, plus one
bdaman,
I am sorry I have heard those lyrics before or at least thought I had, can you, yes you can, will you refresh my memory?
Ay what you doin
Pardon Me?
I had forgotten about Rimbaud. Thank you, this brought up some other memory’s I would say memory recall but isn’t that kind of redundant?
Hush, Hush, Hush, Hush
Somebody’s callin my name, you better, huusshhh
Hush Hush Hush Hush
Somebody’s callin my name can you hear them HUUUSSSSH
Somebody’s callin my name, cryin oh my looooord, oh my lord, what, shall I do, what, shall I do.
Well you can, call, all, on your brother, you mother won’t do you no good, cryin oh my looord, what shall I do, what shall I do.
Jim Morrison: “I am a Rimbaud with a leather jacket.”
I just finished shoveling the driveway. We are past 30 inches in my part of McLean. It took me three hours to move the snow to the street and it is still falling strong.