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You two are so stinkin' cute together. Bless your little hearts!

There's no need to guess.

LOL. Random head!

Anytime this arrogant little prick takes a hit, I want to know. Great thread, OP!

Oh, lighten up, man!!! I thought we were cool!

This is from about 10 years ago at the Great Escape. Clearly, Lil Gug wasn't enjoying it as much as I was!!!

The Comet is currently in Lake George. It's fun, but it's painful. The older I've gotten, the more painful it's become and I'm done riding it. Just a very uncomfortable ride and I may have CTE.

They should be put out of business. Blasphemers.

Once that you've decided on a killing First you make a stone of your heart And if you find that your hands are still willing Then you can turn a murder into art There really isn't any need for bloodshed You just do it with a little more finesse If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee Then it avoids an awful lot of mess It's murder by numbers, one, two, three It's as easy to learn as your ABC's It's murder by numbers, one, two, three It's as easy to learn as your ABC's

Some of those dates actually work. If I can free up a weekend, I'll let you know. Would be a blast.

Complete list/data: https://www.55places.com/blog/cities-where-homeowners-havent-moved-in-decades

Awesome pictures. I also wanted to point out that it's a good thing you capitalized Patrons, otherwise this thread would have gone into an entirely different direction!

The smell of frying always forced me to do all of my frying outside, either on the deck or in the garage (if raining). I will say, though, that using peanut oil (or any oils with a high smoke point) makes a huge difference. The smell doesn't linger badly at all.

What say you??

Close friend of mine had one. His name was Cirrus. Beautiful and so friendly. Cirrus died young (maybe 4 years old). Tore my buddy apart. Never got another dog.

HFBD, Molly!

I am a big Knox fan. Love the kid and his potential. But his glaring weakness, in catching and blocking execution, is consistency. I have faith in the kid that he'll tighten it up.

I think this calls for a "Do you think it was real (or fake)?" poll.

I've always thought this was fake.

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Ooh, ah Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I trust the government? Mother will they put me in the firing mine? Ooh ah, Is it just a waste of time?

Someone posted in your thread about his dog passing last night. Others have, too. But yeah ... your thread really helped people open up about it. Dozer was a good looking boy. Chloe has been gone over six months and I still can't think about her without my eyes welling up (they are right now). I still have a good cry at least once/month. I've always been a cat guy and my past cats' deaths have shaken me, too. But Chloe was different. I'm still having a hard time with it. My son insists that we leave her food and water bowls where they are. Little does he know, I planned on it, anyway. The cats demand that I fill her water bowl, so they still make use of it. Mrags and his wife sent me a remembrance figurine when she passed. I've got that next to her urn and her basket of toys remains in the living room, which her leash is now in. This TBD community is full of good people and I think it's great that we can mourn/celebrate the lives of our loved ones.

Ooh now my body is starting to quiver And the palms of my hands getting wet, oh I got no reason to doubt you baby It's all a terrible mess And I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless When I'm breathless I'll run 'til I drop, hey! And the thoughts of a fool's kind of careless I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah

This is what I'm hoping it can become.

Well, I ain't about to go to school And I'm sick and tired of Golden Rules They say I'm crazy from the wrong side of the tracks I never see them but they're always so far back Oh yeah, baby, how to say? Well, lemme tell ya about this one time How ya gonna tell me now? Lemme put it to music, yeah, I say Well, I'm sick and tired of cleaning room And it's the final bell for pushing broom Damned if I do and then I'm damned if I don't Won't someone tell me what it is they all want? It makes me blue Fools, I live with fools Blue, it makes me blue Fools, I live with fools