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| March 10, 2012 Today's Prompt: Confess: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Yes YEs YES!! Nobody suspected a thing. I was able to infiltrate the community college's student body and blend in with other students in the web design course. Blah ha ha ha...Little did they know that I would be hatching my plan to TAKE OVER THE INTERNET. You fools YOU FOOLS! Now I control the Internet, and every web surfer on the planet will have to log onto MY Internet. Well, that's what I would have been saying, if my plan actually worked. but it did not. Tote - tall - lee... failed. I still have the power of web design, but now I'm going to use my powers for good and not evil. After all, that has always been my goal. If you ever think you might want to try take over the Internet on your own, I'll share my plan with you. It didn't work for me , but you might have better luck. How to take over the Internet by Brother Nature  Access the Internet through your chosen server. When you have the Internet on your PC right click and choose"Select All" With the entire Internet selected copy and paste it to your desk top. Next choose "save as" then save your copy of the Internet. (You can give it a cooler name like, Brother's Blog and Internet) Now it's time to, simply go back and delete the original Internet. You now own the Internet.Don't thank me yet. Remember !!! my plan still has to have some bugs ironed out. I know that there is someone out there smart enough to make my plan work and when they get it working...THAT is where my REAL plan comes into play. It's not enough to just know how to take over the Internet. You will also have to know what to do with the Internet once you own it. So you will come looking for the next step in my diabolical plan entitled, "Now that I took over the Internet, what next?" Believe me when I say, "I won't be giving that information away for free." Expect to pay huge GP for that one. Moving On...If you can stand it. Fans of my blog, or should I say, fan of my blog. May have noticed that I bragged about creating my own "Writing.Com" site with-in the "Writing.Com" site. Here is what I said about that... In the meanwhile I have created my own little blog club page, so I have gathered for my convenience the blogs of people whom I follow. This way I can easily check for updates. Then Fivesixer   made this comment on my entry...Why not just edit your blog links on the left side of your blog page, instead of a Blog Club? So much easier, in my opinion. They automatically open up in a new window as well, and your friends can view them also. Plus you can link non-WDC blogs there too. It's a handy feature. Yes it IS a handy feature indeed. Thank you for pointing that out fivesixer.O M G ! Look at the time!  Is the newest and most humane addition to my blog development. OMG! look at the time! This section will be added to blog entries when things look like they might be getting ugly or uglier and I need an out, or at times like today for example, when I feel maybe, just maybe, my reader/s have had enough. It's sad that visitors to my blog don't have the option of hitting the STFU button.  Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionWhat Southpark character do you most identify with? This past week I was the alter-ego of Butters Scotch, PROFESSOR CHAOS. I'm a huge fan of Southpark.I see myself in the characters of Kenny, (from a low income, somewhat dysfunctional family) Butters,(Naive innocence with a strong desire to gain acceptance from his peers) and Cartman,(Insane and illogical concepts, buys into his own delusional views of the world) If you don't watch Southpark click the STFU button now. I'm off to delete my blogging club page. Have a great day friends Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group"  Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" I'm docked at "Talent Pond Blog Harbor MOVED TO 1700829" , a safe port for bloggers to connect.Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada   |
| March 7, 2012 Today's prompt: I sort of miss the prompts. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I posted a picture of myself in case some of you were curious enough to wonder what I look like but not curious enough to look at my biography page. The picture of me, is the one on my blog page, not the drawing above! The sketch is a better likeness actually. Better than me sitting on a bucket, ice fishing with a helmet strapped to my head. I could find a picture where the bucket is sitting on my head, and I'm only wishing I had a helmet strapped on. Yeah...It helps a lot to have a prompt to get things started. It seems to be a good way to set the stage for a traditionally constructed blog entry. There was a pretty good supply of prompts submitted for March practice in the 30day challenge, but I'm going to give them a pass this month. I think I'm holding closed practices for the month of April, when the challenge re-starts officially. In the meanwhile I have created my own little blog club page, so I have gathered for my convenience the blogs of people whom I follow. This way I can easily check for updates. Another addition I've made in my writing efforts is a new venture in writing for me. I have started a new book/journal for the Daily Flash Fiction Contest. There is no challenge to the frequency of your submissions, so I can write on the prompts that most inspire me and pass on the ones that don't. Under 300 words, now THERE is the challenge. If you're still reading this, then you will probably go read my submission, with out me having to ask, and I appreciate that.  <---cheeky bugger! me."Invalid Entry" "Invalid Item" Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionI'm nearly completed my web design course. I'm looking forward to April and May when I can get back to the business of business. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| March 3, 2012 Today's Prompt: It's not about the prompt. I completely forgot to send out the "Daytona 500 Day Party Invitations" this year, so it was just me, Leslie and the guacamole dip AGAIN. Ye'all missed a good party this year. It began Friday night with the Camping World Truck Series race, and ended when Matt Kenseth took the checkered flag at 1:00 am Tuesday morning, becoming the 2012 winner of the Daytona 500. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** We waited all day Sunday for it to stop raining so the race could start. Finally on Monday at 7:00pm the field took the green flag for the 2012 running of the Daytona 500. There was a two hour delay when Juan Pablo Montoya slammed his car into the back of one of the jet dryer trucks, while the field was under a caution, late in the race. The collision caused a tank of jet fuel to spill and catch fire on the track. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The 2012 Daytona 500, brought "racing" back to Nascar. It was one of the most entertaining races I've seen in a few years. Like in 1971 when Richard Petty won ...Back in the day. Boy!! I'll tell ya. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Hmmmmm Now, why didn't anybody remind me about the party? Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionSome folks might argue this point, but... I didn't get this stupid over night, ya know. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| March 1, 2012 Today's Prompt: What if there were no more prompts? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** A former sales manager I worked with had a saying I enjoyed hearing. He said it at the end and beginning of each month. I know for a fact, where ever he is today, he is in front of a group of people, standing straight and tall, with his chest puffed out, and in a loud voice announcing...February is history, and March is a mystery. February 2012 was a tough month, an emotional roller coaster ride, with an extra day thrown in just for spite. February brought the, much too soon, passing of Ashley McCurdy..."Invalid Entry" which cast a sad shadow over some happy events during the month. February is also birthday month in our family. My mother, and sister, Leslie, and her daughter, and a sister in-law, as well as many others, celebrate birthdays in February.I'll share a little tip on writing: the above sentence is poorly constructed. I should fix it, but I won't. Can you spot the problem? It would appear that my sister is my mother, it could do with a few less commas as well. Leslie LJinthePeg  turned 50 in February. Her brother who lives on Vancouver island was able to visit for a few days, and we also had a visit with one of Leslie's life long friends. The group of us spent the day ice fishing followed by an awesome meal. (Leslie's Brother is an executive chef)So...lets talk about March. March came in like a lamb on Sunset Bay. I recall a grade school activity where the teacher told us on February 28 all about the lion, lamb thing. She had two coloring pages one lion and one lamb. The activity was to color the appropriate picture on the first of March dependent on the weather. We ended up with lamb that year. lambs are white. I colored my lambs nose black in three seconds and turned in my work. The teacher told me I wasn't finished. I argued that the lamb was white and there for already had it's color. Another argument I lost. Sandi Duncan, managing editor of, the Farmers' Almanac. Shared some other March lore you might find fascinating, or not. A dry March and a wet May?Fill barns and bays with corn and hay. As it rains in March so it rains in June. March winds and April showers? Bring forth May flowers. Hey Miss managing editor! You forgot to add a space between your ? and Filled. So... February is history and March is a mystery. Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionWhitney Houston must be putting a band together, Ashley on guitar and now Davy Jones as back up vocals. I hope she doesn't come looking for a harmonica player. I kinda like the gig I have here. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| A good friend posted this on facebook. It's written about and or by anonymous. this is it.... We are not afraid. We are not alone. We are everywhere. We are the future. We are the 99 percent. We are anonymous. We are legion. We will not forgive. We will not forget. Expect. us. And now for my little desecration I like to call a poem. We are not afraid. Then show yourself like in a pride parade. We are not alone. If you consider your friend, your phone. We are everywhere. That's good because, I never go there. We are the future. You really think that? then tell me why. We are the 99 percent. Your number is wrong, it's much too high. We are anonymous. That's getting old. We are legion. I'm still not sold. We will not forgive. Too bad your mother let you live. We will not forget. Nor will an elephant, my favorite pet. Expect. us. I'll bake a fricken cake. okay a couple parts don't quite rhyme, but I only spent 14 minutes writing it. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| February 25, 2012 Today's prompt: Write the conclusion to your story, while watching hockey & nascar. _______________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Birds of a Feather ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** At morning's first light the Martins and the Finches began to arrive at Jacky's yard. They were the early risers among the bird population that claimed Jacky as their keeper. The Martins and the Finches flitted swiftly through the air between their perches on the lower tree branches and the bird feeder. "Good morning Jacky," they sang as they flew past Jacky as she rested peacefully in her chair. "Good morning Jacky, good morning Jacky", the song rang out and grew in volume as the group of gathering birds grew. Soon the Chickadees and the sparrows arrived. "Good morning Jacky, good morning Jacky", the song took on the melody of orchestrational masterpiece. The bird families went about the business of being birds. The Robins arrived to peck for some tasty bugs or worms in the soil. The other birds were happy to advise the Robin family on the where abouts of the calico cat. There was an un explicable moment in time where it seemed the peace could last an eternity, that was until the crows made their appearance. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Not that the other birds didn't like the crows, but the crows were bestowed a very different set of gifts, and unfortunately fitting in was not in their nature. The crows were much larger in size, they tried not to be pushy, but they simply needed more space. The crows also needed more food, and table manners is not one of their strong points.The crows were black and although beautiful in their own right, did not offer the brilliance of color to the canopy of nature that the smaller multi-colored birds did. Crows are quite vocal, but singing is not their talent. To the untrained eye one may conclude that crows are an unruly mob of big, loud, greedy, bullies, but that would be a gross misunderstanding. One by one the the crows took up perches on the higher tree limbs and hydro lines surrounding Jacky's yard. The crows sized up the remaining pile of seed on the feeders and began to steak their claim. Ours, ours, ours, squawked the crows. The smaller birds weren't quite ready to give up the yard to the crows, they normally did not have to. Some turned to Jacky for help. "Ms Jacky, Ms Jacky, help us, help us." they cried as they flew frantic passes by Jacky. Such an odd morning this was, because as quickly as the crows arrived they collectively left in an almost eerie silence. All was calm when Jacky's neighbor entered the back yard. "It sure is a beautiful morning Jacky," he said as he walked down the path that lead to the shed. He went to the shed and went about the task of re-filling the bird feeders. His voice was the only intrusion on the silence as the birds sat quietly, as if to listen to the man as he spoke. As Jacky's neighbor worked at filling the bird feeders he talked to Jacky. "I figured you would like it if I fed your birds this morning Jacky." "I put some corn down out front for the crows." "I saw you from my upstairs window." "I called your sister like we talked about." "She should be here shortly." "I'll keep an eye on you until she arrives." "I'll keep feeding your birds for as long as I can." The job of filling the feeders was complete and the man replaced the remaining feed to the shed. A single tear fell from his cheek and made a splash on the sidewalk as he walked past Jacky headed back toward his own yard. "I'll leave you to enjoy your yard now Jacky. Rest in peace" ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionThis story came to me almost as a gift woven into the prompt. I saw from it's conception this would be re-gifted to my love, Leslie who loves birds and is celebrating a birthday. The story is also for Mrs McKenzie, who also loves birds. Although the story seems sad it is also full of hope and promise. Every new day brings new hope, new life, and new promise. See you all in March. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| February 24,2012 Happy Birthday Leslie This is one of your gifts. Today's prompt: FEB 24 --- No.1 --- "The Finch-Martins were a popular ______________ family until they met the _______________(s)." ADD geographic setting, please. (Not necessary to keep the surname, Finch-Martin --- Creative challengers need not use this name inside their stories) _______________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Birds of a Feather ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Mrs McKenzie loved her garden, she loved her yard, and nothing in the world gave her any more peace and joy, than relaxing on a warm summer's day in the solitude and tranquility of her own back yard. Mrs. Jacqueline McKenzie (Jacky) as her friends knew her, rested in the warmth of the morning sun, reclining in the over-sized wicker lounge chair. The sun made it's climb through the sky and shone down into her yard providing it's heat, light and life giving energy to everything under it's domain. Jacky closed her eyes and listened as her birds serenaded her with their gift of song. With the sun warming her face and the birds singing softly in her ear Jacky drifted off to a place of euphoric contentment, inner peace. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Jacky's garden was a garden like no other in her community. It had been years since she was able to get in the garden and tend to any plant life. When her husband was alive they both worked hours each spring, summer, and fall. Tilling the soil, seeding and weeding, bending and tending, then harvesting the wages of their toils. Several seasons have come and gone, and the garden has learned to survive on it's own. A few of the vegetables still participate in the seasonal cycle of life, but the weeds, which were once rejected, are now king, and several varieties of wild flowers have made a home in Jacky's garden and yard. In the center of the garden are two high posts placed six feet apart. atop the posts are two bird feeders. Jacky's longtime neighbor, diligently makes certain there is an ample supply of seed in the feeders for Jacky's birds. The Finches and the Martins are the two most popular visitors to Jacky's yard each day. It is said that Jacky truly loves her birds but it may be truer to say that the birds truly love Jacky. Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionWe all move at different speeds. We're all on the same journey. Paths draw together then drift apart, but never does one travel alone. Each day brings us closer to our unknown destination and yesterday's meaning is lost on tomorrow's promise. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| February 20, 2012 Louis Riel Day (Canada) ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Last week as I was about to compose a blog entry, I paused to take a phone call. My friend of forty years called to share such sad news regarding his younger brother Ashley. Devastating news would be a better description. Ashley McCurdy (pictured above) was discovered deceased in his home. The cause of his death is yet to be determined however foul play has been ruled out. I first met Ashley when he was three days old. I watched him grow up to become a fine young man, A musician, and most importantly a teacher of music. Ashley had an infectious smile a hardy laugh and I can not think of a single conversation I ever had with him where he made a negative comment in respect to anyone or anything. I don't think I can say the same for anyone I've ever known, including myself. Ashley was and will remain a truly remarkable person. Positive, humble, inspirational, lovable, talented, intelligent, trustworthy, compassionate, simply a most amazing person. He made friends where ever his life took him. His legacy will and should be, that he shared his gift and talent for music with young people who may not otherwise have had the opportunity to discover their gift for music. Ashley gave guitar lessons to less fortunate persons, and was active in, and passionate about, an organization that provided free guitars to youth that would not otherwise have the opportunity to own one. My heart was broken, when I received the news of Ashley's death and still today it is a most difficult task to concentrate on anything with out my eyes tearing up, when I consider the lose of this incredible life force. I, as well as many, many people will miss Ashley. There is some peace in knowing Ashley's spirit lives on in the music of the people he taught, and in the music he produced. Taken from us much too soon. I love you brother, you'll be forever remembered and always in my prayers. Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionGiven the nature of my blog entry today I hope my friends in this group understand why I have not written or submitted a blog entry since I posted ( in the forum) that I would be sitting out for a few days. Not that you all did not hear from me during this time. I did write a few comments in the forum and shared some email conversations as well. People who read, know.... that I have a deep respect for everyone who participates in this and other groups. You are ALL winners. Congratulations to ALL, and thank-you to the two people who took a moment to congratulate me on my third place finish in January. I will continue to post my blog in this group until such time I am not able. Afterwards, I hope to find you all in the public forum as well as continued friendship in what ever other medium/s we share. Peace and love to all. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
February 14, 2012 Happy Valentine's Day ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Today's prompt:"Discuss Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Short Stories featuring Sherlock Holmes." Settle down. Before you get all excited and start sending hate mail. I know! I know! I know!! Sherlock Holmes did not write Moby Dick. John Holmes did. I never read the book, but I saw the movie. Finally a blog prompt that hits close to home. Here we go..... Slur Arthur Conan Doyle, Harold the Great, and Race track Bob, hung out in my neighborhood. Mr. Jingles warned us kids to not get too friendly with them. Mr. Jingles was a good friend. He made the area safe for kids. Too bad he only talked in beeps. Unless there was something important to say , such as.... Oh never mind. I forgot this was about, Slur Arthur. Slur Arthur Conan Doyle drank everyday at the legion on the corner. To save a few bucks, he would hang out in the back lanes with Harold the Great and Race track Bob. They would share what ever they had, and enjoy each other's company. One time I saw them playing soccer with a tin can. Mr. Jingles warned us kids not to get too friendly with those bums, as Mr. Jingles called them. We were smart enough to know Mr. Jingles was right. It helped that they wreaked of urine, so getting close was not advisable in any case. We (My buddies and I) would cruise up and down the lane ways hunting for the famed trio. Some days we staked out the legion doors, then followed them until they settled into a nice quiet back alley. We loved throwing rocks at the trio. They would try to dodge the rocks or run away, but they were mostly too drunk. Sometimes they would attempt to chase us. We would run just fast enough to keep ahead of them but slow enough to give them reason to keep running. It was fun. Maybe you had to be there. Slur Arthur was a yeller..."Sure! lock yer homes"...stuff like that he'd yell. He always pissed himself. Any questions? Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionI decided to hire elves this spring to work for my lawn-care company. feed them defective tea bags and stale cookies with chocolate chips that have little bites taken from them. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| February 13, 2012 Today's Prompt: SERIAL PROMPTS from TEFF ... FEB 10 to FEB 13. Write a serial using the following ... FEB 10 --- Boy meets girl, chance encounter, provide geographical setting FEB 11 --- Dating ensues. Characters meet the fam or social pals FEB 12 --- Tragedy or near tragedy befalls for (?) from character list. FEB 13 --- Love's salvation. Story Conclusion/ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** What is this thing called, Love? Chapter Four The conclusion Wendy had the windows of her new car rolled down and the radio turned up a notch or two as she drove herself home from work Friday. The money spent on bus passes was now going to pay for parking, Wendy's days of riding the bus were a quickly fading memory of her past. Now she was free, Now she was out there. With the breeze through her hair she turned the radio up another couple of notches and sang along. WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO ....GOT TO DO WITH IT...WHAT'S LOVE.....BUT A SECOND HAND EMO-OOOOOO-TION......WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO ....GOT TO DO WITH IT...WHO NEEDS A HEART WHEN A HEART CAN BE BROKEN...... Bentley paced in front of the kitchen door looking out periodically and listening for the sound of a car pulling up. His mom was dishing out dinner to his dad, who was grumbling about getting left-overs for his supper. Bentley was a bit rattled. He still had no idea where to take Wendy. He wasn't sure if he even still wanted to go. Ruth and Gord couldn't help but make Bentley feel they were intentionally trying to drive him insane by offering him a constant flow of questions and comments designed to drive him nuts. Or so it would seem. "Take her some where nice Benny, who knows, maybe she's my future Daughter in-law." "Leave a tip. Don't be a tight wad." "Maybe you want to invite her here for Dinner next week" "Maybe you have time to go shave, instead of looking like a bum." "You should take her to Casablanca's that's where your father took me on our first date." "It wouldn't hurt to wear a tie once in a while." "Wouldn't it be great to have Grandchildren." Wendy thought about the last thing her mom said to her as she left the house. "If your done dinner early, and you need something to do you can always bring your date to roller disco night." A car pulled up, Bentley turned to his parents and as he headed out the door said, She's here. Nobody is having Grandchildren, we're just going out for dinner. The moment had finally arrived. When Bentley Mohr's butt hit the seat of Wendy Johnson's new car their first date had officially begun. "Niiiiiiice Caaaaar." "Thank you!" Bentley looked at Wendy and time stood still. So that's her. Plain ole Wendy Johnson, twenty eight year old husband hunter. Take a good look Benny boy. That, right there, is what you're going to be looking at for the rest of your days. Wendy looked at Ben and thought about how much she really enjoyed her mother's company and friendship. "HI" "Hi" "So Mr. Pay raise man, where do we want to go and celebrate?" "To tell the truth I'm not even hungry, I'm feeling a bit on the jittery side, how about if we stop for a drink first then decide where to go eat." "That sounds good to me,... though, I should tell you, I don't drink." "Hmmmm well. How about if we just go to Casablanca's then." Wendy laughed, "How big of a pay raise did you get that you want to go to Casablanca's when your not even hungry?" "Well where would you like to go?.....just then Bentley's phone chimed. Bentley answered it. "Hey Bennie, How's the date going?" Bentley looked over to Wendy and said, "it's Scott Farcus." "Hey Scotty what up?" "Just calling to let you know Bobby is coming out to play some cards tonight, so while your out having your date you'll be missing out on Bobby paying out" "Guess I'll be missing out then" "Try make it by later if you can. We'll try not clean bobby out too early for you. ha ha ha" "K I'll try , I gotta go. Talk to ya later." When Bentley stuffed his phone back into his pocket Wendy asked, "what's up?" "Nothing really, just Scott saying a friend was coming out to play cards tonight who always loses a ton of money. Okay, let's get back to , Where do we want to go?" "Do you know what i think Ben?" "No. What do you think?" "I think I should drop you off at Scott Farcus's house and we try this dinner date thing another time" Bentley gave it an appropriate amount of consideration before knowingly making the wrong statement. " Yeah maybe your right, Yeah drop me off at Scott's, We can go out some other time right. Ben and Wendy Mohr climbed into the backseat of the taxicab that was sitting outside of Casablanca's Restaurant. The cabby looked back over his shoulder into the back seat at Ben. Ben was dress in a suit and tie and had a white corsage pinned to his lapel. "Looks like your celebrating something tonight, the cabby queried. "We're celebrating two things Bentley told the driver, my seventieth birthday and our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary." As Ben talked he took Wendy's hand in his and gently pulled her a little closer to him. "Congratulations and Happy Birthday the new Casablanca's is sure the way to celebrate in style", the driver beamed. "It sure is," Ben beamed back , then he turned to Wendy and asked, "do you remember the first time we went to Casablanca's" "I sure do, I dropped you off at Scott Farcus's house and I went to roller disco at the seniors club. It took another seven years before we had a second date." The End Another kick at the cat : it's just an expressionI'd like to draw some attention to the practice of using elfin labor. I have discovered a number defective tea bags in my box of Tetley tea. I don't normally swear in my blog but I find those fucking elves completely responsible. I know it's a different group of elves that make the cookies, but you should check them out before you feed them to your children. Joel aka Brother Nature Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
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