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Morbid Curiosity
Whew!! Though not sure who the bastard is in this story. 126 pounds?!?! I don't weigh 126!! Why did you stay with someone who reduced you to such wreckage?— March 16, 2010 7:27 p.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
"Ya know, Grant, I've thought about that in the past. :) I can't imagine a more gratifying business to be in, but I also really can't imagine charging anyone for it." "Seeking a pet using the internet can EASILY be a fulltime job. My advice would be to take as many days off work as is feasible, get yourself a pot of coffee, sit down at your pute with your phone next to it, and get to work." Don't you see, Anti? What would be an overwhelming task for most comes easily to you. You are a natural for this. If one of mine went missing, you would be the first person I would call and I would pay you whatever you asked. The Rescue House is great. For years I had an autopay to them through Pay-Pals, and when the card expired for some reason I could not renew. They are a terrific organization. I will send a donation in Jessie's name.— March 16, 2010 7:03 p.m.
Pinniped Predicament
"We are willing to share and the seals are willing to share"....really? "The seals have signed a hold-harmless agreement with the city and are ready to move forward with sharing their pup-birthing site with divers..more on Fox News at 6:00 - Stu, back to you in the studio!!!!".— March 16, 2010 6:34 p.m.
Pinniped Predicament
"All we want to do is share the beach with seals like we have shared it for decades," writes John Leek, secretary for San Diego's Council of Divers. "We are willing to share and the seals are willing to share, why are the activists so selfish and greedy? They stole the treasure from the children, now they won't share it with anybody." Um, anyone see the pure crap here? Activists are selfish and greedy and stole the treasure from the children. Hmmm. How many children do you know that are divers? I don't see any children down there harassing the seals in their wet-suits and flippers screaming about how their treasure has been stolen from them. And anyone that is stupid enough to fall for that tired old ploy of shark bait should become exactly that.— March 16, 2010 6:29 p.m.
Morbid Curiosity
Vodka. It's what's for breakfast. I'm afraid to click on that link. Refried, tell us a story about when you where a tequila intolerant between wives BASTARD. You have my curiosity more than piqued.— March 16, 2010 6:21 p.m.
One More Furlong
Refried, I once sent porn to my mother and every other facebook friend because of an e-mail I received. I started getting phone calls and e-mails - "Um, why are you sending us porn?", like I had suddenly gone nuts. I had no idea what they where talking about, because I could not open the original e-mail. It was just a swirling vortez, so I closed it. I checked my messages later and the person who "sent" me the e-mail had left a message - "if you receive an e-mail from me, don't open it!!!". Too late. Glad your mystery has been solved. It's nice to have you back.— March 16, 2010 8:20 a.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
With your permission, I would like to print this story and put it on the bulletin board at the Humane Society. The board is full of great stories about animals, and I know people would love this. Victoria, I just am so happy you found Jessie, and can move forward with your plans without any pain in your heart. SD and Anti, I think a pet detective business is in your future. This was simply amazing.— March 16, 2010 7:58 a.m.
aaaaaaahhhhh the Irish
Thanks for the travel tip, Nan! I'm long overdue for a road trip. LPR, that was very nice. I think I'll make a poster of it and tape it to my wall at work. Maybe I'll paint the entire wall with it. Calm down the bullies. Has anyone had haggis? They serve vegetarian haggis all over Scotland now, and it's actually quite good, with neeps and tatties. My husband gets the real deal and thinks it is quite savory, but I think what they serve in the restaurants might not be traditional. I did not see a stomach anywhere.— March 16, 2010 7:52 a.m.
Morbid Curiosity
That's priceless! I too utilize a similar recipe, only with vodka. I'll bet you have some great stories to tell about your hard-drinkin' days, refried. I love drinking tales. Brings the honesty out in those who've come to terms with alcohol and our relationships with it. Once you accept it as your friend and not your doctor, you can have a beautiful life together. I'm ashamed to admit that in the past my relationship with tequila was through a shot-glass, hence the spinning head after an hour or two. It was alway "hey, let's do some shots!!". Famous last words. I have since been introduced to some fine sipping tequilas, grown-up style, but I still don't trust the stuff!— March 16, 2010 7:43 a.m.
aaaaaaahhhhh the Irish
We Grants may be Scots, but we love ourselves some Irish!! Thanks for the wish, Nan!— March 15, 2010 7:30 p.m.