mmmm... so according to you, Mr... Parsons... but wait... I can't Prime Minister you ... your in-fluence is limited! All the same you seem to be barking up the same (female) tree (pole?) as i...
What do you do if you don't have a Flap whose pole you can run it up? Yeah, so the format fits another thread but two fer one is ok with me
)It's funny you should ask that question because, once, when I was stretch out half dead like a woodchuck who'd just been introduced to a Peterbuilt truck the hard way, on the floor of a cardboard and blanket structure that a Polish aviator of my acquaintence used to frequent when he'd forgotten his address, he was regaling me with stories of his near misses with flocks of pelicans and other aircraft, frequently using the phrase: "So there I was, without a flap whose pole I could run it up, when..." and so on. I thought it was an obtuse turn of speach.
Why, ton't you know? Paint it black!
It's funny you should ask those quetions because he confessed to me once: "I should have been a pair of pastry halves enclosing a blob of wormy crabapple goo, being carried in the claws of a pelican, across the floor of silent seas." To which I responded "Sounds vaguely familiar." To which he replied,"Yes, I mentioned it just last night."Do fools flush gin, where angels: beer instead?
No, fools flush angels, for the latter cannot bear the former, while angels flush gin: monochromatic hand is not just a poker feature.
Well flap my pole, I'll run that one up the point, and see if we can find one!
Depends how wide the container is and how many gals have been hired to mash the grapes. That said I do believe they now use mechanical mashers, which quite defeats the purpose of my answering thus, but this will have to do.
Rumor has it, for ascorbic reasons...but maybe they just want it to taste like an orange...
It's funny you should ask that quetion because, once, when I was in a bar in tokyo I noticed Godzilla sitting by himself at a table at the back of the place in the shadows with about ten empty shot glasses in front of him, an ash tray full of cigarette butts, and a rolled up hundred dollar bill next to a powdery mirror, and I thought to myself:"No wonder he never wins."If I recall correctly there used to be a man on the street corner at 5th and Main who pretended to sell hot dogs and polish sausage but who in fact could procure just about anything you could think of for the right price. I recently found myself in need of a human costume in order to perpetrate a human sighting hoax on my fellow zoobies but discovered these are hard to come by. Has anyone seen that hot dog vendor recently?
Yup...yesterday...
I don't know why this is, because there is certainly no more appetizing thought than to scoop up a glob of toothpaste that someone else has wiped off their toothbrush.Recently while I was examining a priceless old vase at the museum of antiquities, a flock of chickadees swarmed into the gallery and began swirling around the vase, which jarred it such that it began to teeter precariously on the verge on tipping over. I threw myself around it, preventing it from falling, but found that the chickadees were pecking visciously at my person. What do you do when you're caught between a flock and a jarred vase?
Fly in the vase of voracity and jam what was once a-jar.
This is a trick quetion because this is only something a bee or a wasp would do, not a firefly, which isn't equiped with the dentition to handle chicklets.When I was in London, last year, the runners of the 25th annual Shakespearian 20K marathon pinned me up againt Big Ben for ten minutes while they huffed past. What do you do when you are caught between a clock and a bard race?
This is a trick quetion because a Zooby has yet to be caught... anywhere.
Sure. Why not?Since questions are a symptom of ignorance is there any such thing as a smart question?
Sure, ignorance smarts, sooner or later.
Just remember that person as per their inabiltiy to spell "against" Thusly you will be able to find said "Pressed against time" person, without fail...
Their respective viewpoint of the Center...
Unlikely - if his pocket rocket went off I think it would have been anything but accidental.
Yes but apparently it leaves a "Ring around the Rosie"...
I could tell you, but I don't trust you to use the information wisely.Recently I had the misfortune, while mowing the lawn, of discovering to my horror, that I had run over a leprechaun. This seemed like a bad thing under any circumstances but what with St. Patrick's Day being so near it seemed like some particularly bad piece of luck. I put the remains in a shoebox and mailed it to St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC, USA, in the hope they would know what to do with it. I didn't include a cover letter, and now I'm worried that they are going to mistake it for the corpse of a very short Amish gentleman - same beard and all. Anyway, the incident got me thinking: I have never seen a picture of a female leprechaun. How do they reproduce?
Because there is "No Challenge" in shooting a cow, from thirty paces, much more of a challenge to face a Raging Buck in rut, from 100 yards, with your scope, and laser sighting, and protective gear, and dogs, and live backup support via internet, and all the rest...
Sounds like Fawlty Premises to me. Doubtful people read all of this thread, so they'd not have the ghost of a chance of following its spirit.
From a similar vantage point one would see the same thing, so NO...or maybe Yes...don't know, kinda, perhaps, sorta, maybe, it could be possible that perhaps a chance of it to be thought of as thunked out thoughts of the potential possibilities of a responce...
This quetion reminds me of an amusing anecdote concerning a beautiful bee keeper who once tried to hold a bee. She wanted to put lipstick and a French maid's costume on the bee, so it would be beautiful to behold, but the bee balked and bit her butt. Anyone with half a mind can see the moral of the story. Those with a whole mind, though, will remain baffled.March 17th. Paddy walks into an Italian bar and announces that, in honor of the holiday he'll buy a free bottle for any man present who'll admit that Ireland is the greatest nation on earth. A Roman, a Sicilian, and a Corsican at a table imediately jump up and cry: "Ireland is the greatest nation on the face of the earth!"
Best not to do either since Leprechauns are now a protected species. Do you really want to get PETL after you?