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Aw, Weaz! Ya gotta put one of those squeezy-bulb horns on it!

Oooga-oooga!

I think you need more than a cha-ching to say “Get the F out of the road you F’in Git”

You need something air powered for that…..

Matilda, 4, Bitten by Beaver.

“It jumped on me and started biting. I was bleeding a lot. It was silly,” she said.

Asked what she would do if she ever bumped into the beaver again, Matilda said she would “sword it with a sword”.

Sword it with a sword! There’s a little Swedish girl after my own heart…

(did you know a ball of crumpled aluminiumnum foil makes a fabulous chrome de-ruster?)

No, I did not and will use that today on my daughter’s bicycle, thanks!

As for the Raleigh, it’s bee-yoo-tiful!

My next door neighbor for many years was studying to be a Baptist preacher, and invited me to a quaint little village founded in the early 1600’s on the banks of a river near here where he was giving the sermon that Sunday. The church lady rode up on a bicycle with fresh cut flowers in her basket (hers wasn’t wicker though), and they rang the church bell, and the people came from all over the village, all eight of them, and it was a beautiful day in the wrong century.

The foil should be moistened slightly. It acts like a sort of super steel wool.

Tassles. It must have tassles like samuri weasel has on the post below.

And you must wear a ‘helmet’ similar to these, ’cause it has critter ears and ’cause when one wants to embarrass one’s spouse, one must go full throttle.

http://www.thudguard.com/

Well slap my ass and call me ‘Milly’, it smells funny here in the spamhole. Help.

Limey… It’s been a while since I heard that one. Well played!

So as a newbee here, tell me Weasel — why Weasel?

Matt

Ps what happened to the galloping Weasel in the home page banner. I could watch that guy run for hours (I don’t get out much).

Never mind about the galloping Weasel, I see he (or is it she) is back when you go to secondary pages — now I’ll never get any work done. I’m listening to some Big Band music right now and the little fella is scampering to the beat — its almost hypnotic…

Why weasel? But everyone loves a weasel!

Seriously, I’ve been Weasel for so long, I’ve kind of forgotten how it got started.

“Everybody loves a Weasel”

Sounds like a great campaign slogan

They’re pretending “Nottingham” is a real place.

Wait. Wha?? Nottingham is a real place. Don’t you remember? Tat’s where Robin Hood and his pals had tuffles with the local constabulary. You must be confusing it with someplace else.

That’s a nice bike. And it’s got a basket on the front. You could recreate the scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Wait, what do you mean “pretending ‘Nottingham’ is a real place”? It is a real place. Don’t you remember? That’s where Robin Hood and his pals knocked heads with the local constabulary. You must be thinking of someplace else.

I’m stuck in the spam filter? I didn’t have any links or nuthin’! Help, help! I’m being repressed!

Excellent, thanks Heloise!

/Didja know Heloise is a guy? Only other person I know whose gender I confused for some time.

Note to self: do not explore a link found here beyond the initial page.

Moose dies of “extremely bad luck”
“There is no bad weather, just bad clothes” say the Swedes.

I think there should be a warning label here: “Caution, Communicable Neuroses.”

McGoo was right, alcohol…

Nice bike BTW, if they don’t get out of the way there is always bicycle bowling for brits.

Holy carp! Don’t know what happened to Akismet, but I just fished three Enas Yorls and a Porknbean out of the filter.

I think it’s lonesome.

“Get the fuck out of the fucking road, you stupid fucking limey dick-hole!”

I can think of no other statement that so captures the quaint, picturesque charm of the people of England. You’ll fit right in.

Tis better to be a Weasel than an Eagle, for though the Eagle can Soar….the Weasel is never sucked into jet engines.

Before you call out your friendly greeting Dear Weasel,

Do be sure that you’re driving on the “Left” hand side of the road. I hear those Brits get a bit testy about that.

Weas, I know this is breaking the train of the thread, but I thought I’d pass on something that worked quite well (AMAZINGLY). The bike is rusty, correct? For some of my old hand planes (woodworking) that I was given I tried a suggestion and immersed them for 7 days in a mixture of 10 parts water to 1 part molasses. Yes, you heard that right.

These planes were so crusty with rust it would have taken me 20 hours or better to clean them up the way I tuned up the old jointer plane.

Yes, molasses.

A soon as you get them out and rinse them off (a scrubbing with a light dish sponge works nicely too) dry them and put primer on them right away, or whatever protection you want, really. They will rust in no time flat if you don’t, but it’s a very very light rust film.

Oh yes, cover the container to keep nasties and mold from growing or it will become… fragrant. Over a period of days it will bubble and froth a bit, and that is ok.

Thanks weasel for fishing us out. Looks like there is a body down there. Has anyone heard from Lokki lately?

Tassles? WTF? It’s ‘tassels’. I used to be a spelling beetard in the 8th grade. Senility setting in early. Ah well…the silver lining when I am toothless and drooling.
*wipes chin*

🙂 That’s right Weasel 🙂 TRUST your friends again. This time, we’re not pulling a practical joke on you.

No, no!

NOT like the time we filled your toilet with lemon jello! NOT like the time we told you that dousing yourself with pepper spray would protect you from bears while hiking!
Trust us and cover your bike with molassses, heh, heh 🙂

My threads don’t have trains, LK. They have half-deflated saggy helium balloons; they might seem to thud to the ground with convincing firmness, but a little puff of wind will give them a whole new direction.

Soooo, Mr Fixit — where the farge do you recommend I get a vessel sufficient to soak a bicycle in molasses-water, mmmm?

C’mon guys, you’ve known me long enough… would *I* lie to you? Surely you must be joking. Not about molasses.

Honestly, I will post a picture when I get home tonight so you can get a feel for what it can do. It’s pretty amazing. You don’t want to leave it in too long or it actually starts etching into the grain boundaries. My wife is a mat’l scientist and she said it does in ten days what it would take hydrochloric acid about 15 minutes to do if she were etching a sample.

You’d have to strip the bike down, but that is something you could do as a day project. Then you find a box that is wide and deep, but not horribly tall. Line it with two layers of 8mil plastic sheet (drop cloth home-painting type stuff, you know what I mean) and then fill it up. It’s a redneck container. Or use the bathtub if you’ve already taken your bath/shower for the month. 🙂

The cool thing is that this is easy, no nasty chemicals, and you just bail the stuff out into a jug for later use. Or pour it down the drain, or put it on your lawn… whatever.

Mr. Fixit? I prefer “Slackass” or “Le Asshole” if you must.

It’s been a long time since I took French, but I’m pretty sure that should be l’Asshole.

Soooo, Mr Fixit — where the farge do you recommend I get a vessel sufficient to soak a bicycle in molasses-water, mmmm?

Has Uncle B. started using that tank in the back yet?

Ah.

Merci beaucoup, my good Weasel.

That’s the ticket! Take your bicycle apart into a thousand tiny pieces and THEN pour molasses over the pieces!!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

This isn’t at ALL like the time we told you that covering your body in turpentine would keep the mosquitos away! Nah… Trust us this time! It’s science and everything!

Still alive and well…

Every now and then, I know it gets kind of hard to tell, but I’ still alive and well.

I’ve been out of the country for a while…..

I’ll give you this piece of advice for free, while we’re (kinda) on the subject: don’t ever get Ben Gay on your genitals.

Or try to explain to a Brit what “Ben Gay” ointment is for.

“The” country? What, like there’s only the one? Typical American!

I think Akismet misses you, Lokki. It’s just picking people off randomly now.

“A Friend”… get thee behind me, oh mocker of common-sense!

🙂

When I was a swimmer/water-polo player, we were warming up and stretching one day, when suddenly I noticed that my… uh… “stuff” was getting very uncomfortable. I was so focused on that instead of anything else that when I looked up, everyone was looking at me. Apparently one of the guys loaded my suit with ben gay and then spread the word. The coach looks at me and smiles and says “What’s the matter (name withheld)? Anxious to get in the water?”

I flew through the air at mach 3 to get to that water.

Ha! I just checked: they’re marketing it as Bengay now. For obvious reasons.

And the backstory? Dr. Jules Bengué, 1898.

LK, when my copper-bottom pots get a bit dark, I will smear some leftover spaghetti sauce on them overnight to shine ’em up again.
There are lots of non-toxic things to clean up crud with.

Good to see you Lokki. You will have to tell us of your intercontinental adventure.

pnb – really and truly? Acid in the tomaters?

See folks, at least *I* (sniffs disdainfully) am willing to give someone a chance and not discard someone’s suggestion out of hand.

Oh yeah, I’m superior. Anyone wish to purchase options on a bridge?

Every time I see a bike with a basket on the front, this is the song that goes through my head.

Sorry Weasey, don’t mean to imply nuffink.

I really hope Uncle B will capture a photo of the wease on her bike tooting her horn, handlebar tassels blowing in the wind, jaunty thudguard firmly strapped on, lamb sitting in the basket…weeeeeeeee.

Acid -in the spaghetti sauce?

Electric spaghetti?

Coooool!

Traditionally it was only served in Kool-Aid! But then, that was the 60’s for you.

Good to see someone still remembers Johnny Winter, Loki. By the way, he’s playing here in the UK at present. Poor bastiche is almost blind and has to play sitting down.

One thing about this here molasses cure. It may work on steel, but what do you do with pitted chrome? Get it re-plated, afterwards?

Oh, and Pupster? Right on the money!

You bet, Pups! Elvira Gulch 4EVAH!

Poor old Margaret Hamilton was supposedly the nicest old lady in Hollywood. For the rest of her life, children ran screaming when they saw her.

Lokki! Welcome back! You are back, aren’t you?

Yeah, I always liked Margaret Hamilton. Last time I saw her she was in an episode of Kolchak: The Night Stalker.:

http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0069002/

Damn! Folks weren’t kidding: the Filter is hungry. I only put one link in my last comment.

Sorry, McGoo. Still, you’re elected The Minion Least Likely to be Seriously Traumatized by Being Stuck in the Filter with a Bunch of Pornographers.

You’ll be getting the certificate shortly.

Ah! Another award! I tell you, these endless fetes and accolades honor me no end, and the fiscal rewards are awesome, but they do become tiresome. One can only be so loved, so worshipped, y’know! Sigh!

Hey – Fred the Horse-Fondler was in there! My buddy from the old neighborhood! I thought he was dead!

really and truly? Acid in the tomaters?

Next time you happen to be juicing lemons at the same time your’re washing your copper bottom pots, instead of tossing out the lemon (or lime) rinds, just salt them heavily and use them to scrub the pots. (the inside of ’em, anyway.)

/Who really does this stuff? Juicing lemons and washing pots at the same time?

Whoa… I still have an old Raleigh 10 speed, bought used in ’83 so it’s over 25 years old, probably more like 30. It has the “Nottingham” plaque (not decal) on the frame, and even though I now have a zillion speed mountain bike and a zillion point five speed road bike, I can’t bring myself to get rid of it. The old Raleigh is welded together from depleted uranium or something, the new bikes are spun gossamer stronger than steel and lighter than Hillary’s, er… forget it.

But I can’t get rid of it.

You never know, some catastrophic event might render all newer cycling technology useless. Then I’ll be glad I kept it.

Heh. The old Raleigh touring bike I drool about above I bought around 1980, and it was probably 25 years old then. It was black. Like the Model T of bikes. Absolutely indestructible.

When I was a kid, a ten-speed was called an English racing bike. Because, of course, regular people bikes didn’t have gears.

OK… since we’re talking bikes, here’s some old fart trivia.

You colonial types might have called them ‘English racing bikes’ but over here we’d never heard of any such thing!

That’s because bicycle racing is, of course, an obsession of the bloody French (pause for nasal laughter and the sound of a thousand shrugs).

The bikes we all craved as kids had French multi-cog gears, known as Derailleur gears.

All most of us had (if we were lucky) was the Sturmey Archer three-speed gear (which is what the Weasel asked for and, of course, got).

And here’s Tonight’s Old Fart Trivia Truncheon!

Cream’s 1968 album Disraeli Gears was a nod to the bike every kid wanted: one with Derailleur gears.

Me? I’ve got a three speed, too.

And, yes, I hate to think what carnage could be inflicted by a badger and a weasel on a pair of bicycles.

But I intend to find out.

I just use 0000 (ultra-fine) steel wool, myself.

EW1: Well, I clean as I go, so if I was juicing lemons, there’s an excellent chance I would shortly be washing a pot…

I might have gotten spammed/filtered on my last post to Uncle Badger, bummer. Yet I am completely untraumatized since I have lots and lots of company. So that’s one less load of guilt for your shoulders to bear tonight Weas.

Anyway, yeah UB, since it’s chromed, probably won’t want to do it because the cost of chroming might be more than the bike (chrome plating is messy chemical-waste wise)

My captive materials scientist says that chrome would not be attacked by the molasses/water solution. Said materials scientist being my wife, Frog.

“Get the fuck out of the fucking road, you stupid fucking limey dick-hole!”

I think in Britspeak that becomes
“Get your bloody arse out of the bloody road, you bloody stupid ass!”

My Grandma had a three-wheeler bike (ok, we didn’t call it a tricycle, but it really was) back in the ’60’s, and I used to ride it around the block incessantly, probably because that was as far as I was allowed to go at the time. If you really truly want to express nerdliness or eccentricity or any other sort of outlier tendencies, you want to be seen out on a three-wheeler. With a basket.

Later in life, in high school, I had a Raleigh 10-speed and I thought I was some hot shit with that. But in fact I was just another outlier.

Siglvald:

I just use 0000 (ultra-fine) steel wool, myself.

That is what I would normally use myself, but the lemon & salt thing is a lot less work. The salt takes the place of the 0000, and the remaining lemon juice gives a terrific shine.

Lemur King:

(chrome plating is messy chemical-waste wise)

Just do what I do, and dump it into the creek out back that drains into the Bay.

You even got a girly bike with the “skirt won’t blow over your face” lower bars (instead of the nadwracker bar)! I’m not sure they even make bicycles with that difference any more.

Yes, acid in the tomater sauce. It eats right through aluminum foil.

Vinegar is a great cleanser too. 50/50 vinegar/water for cleaning critter cages/carriers and dissolving calcium deposits in showers, tubs, animal pee.

Baking soda – if your kid wets the bed, soak up the excess wet with towels, make a paste with b. soda, smear on spot, let dry overnight, then vacuum up. It absorbs any stink.

Isn’t tomato juice supposed to take out skunk “perfume”, too?

Yeah it reduces the smell. You can use vinegar and newspaper to clean a lot of things, too. pretty cheap.

That is what I have heard McGoo.

I was browsing the book ‘John Adams’ that my husband is reading and saw that when dysentery was knocking folks off right and left while John was away, Abigail, his wife, scrubbed the crap out of everything with hot vinegar so as to reduce her chances of getting it. It’s a good antiseptic.
Looks like it is going to be a great read.

EW1(SG):

Lemur King:

(chrome plating is messy chemical-waste wise)

Just do what I do, and dump it into the creek out back that drains into the Bay.

You are truly Evil. Maybe that explains why we get along.

PnB – Is it David McCullough’s “Adams”? I have that on my huge pile of stuff I must read … which is right next to my equally-huge pile of stuff I must cross-stitch … adjacent to my huge pile of stuff I must crochet … well, you get the picture.

Weas, I had a bizarre dream just a few moments ago. In this dream, you were sharing with us one of your characteristic drawings, this time of a weird animal with the weird parts labeled. The animal was called a titus, and it was a mammal with an owl-like head, a roly-poly penguin-like body, and the feet of the blue-footed booby. The other weird thing about the titus is that it was one of the few species to engage in face-to-face intercourse.

Ok, I think I may be the weird one here. Well, gotta get going so’s I can take my friend to the airport.

Well, gotta get going so’s I can take my friend to the airport.

Y’ know, they taught us back in the 70’s at hippie school not to go driving while trippin’ on acid.

Jes’ sayin’.

😉

I can’t believe all of this talk about Raleighs and no mention of the Raleigh Chopper . Really, I’m aghast.

Mrs P, I was right along with you until the sex part. That made me think about bird genitals. I’ve never thought about bird penises before. They have them, surely?

Internal they might have something that only vaguely simulates barely the penis analogue, but as McGoo has painstakingly pointed out on some post somewhere (and etched on my brain), they possess a cloaca, where all things excreted or secreted mingle.

Who’s up for scrambled eggs?

You know, we get some weird conversations on these posts. 🙂

I say vagina, you say cloaca–
let’s call the whole thing off.

Like Avery Schreiber said in the low-budget sci-fi flick “Galaxina, “If people concerned themselves with where eggs came from, they never would have eaten them!”

That cloaca remark is my understanding. But I have been known to get things terribly mixed up. About bird wangs – I know nothing. But…well…I could be mistaken about that, too.

The male Argentine Lake Duck and his 42.5 cm penis. Paired with red-tailed hawk cloaca, especially for McGoo and his interest in mooning.

My eyes hurt.

Uncle B., I think with the chrome, bets would be off. You see less and less chroming these days because folks don’t want to be stuck with the associated wastes, and I guess that isn’t cheap.

I’m guessing that the bike isn’t so valuable as to warrant replating, plus if I did pull chrome off into the molasses, I don’t know how bio-friendly it would be anymore.

PnB – Is it David McCullough’s “Adams”?

Yes it is. Can’t wait until the Adams series that was just on HBO, was it, comes out on DVD. I didn’t see it but I have heard it was very well done. Something historical and very well done is worth having.
Ooooo…I love me some cross stitch and embroidery. I was at the craft store a couple of days ago and saw a book instructing how to cross-stitch a large design on a crocheted throw. I’ll have to give it a go, though, not their Strawberry Shortcake design, but one of my own….*eyeballs own pile of stitchery to finish*

Most male birds don’t have penises – they copulate by briefly touching genital openings, called a ‘cloacal kiss’,” he explained.

Dr Mulder said a number of duck species and ostriches have penises, but this was definitely the longest ever encountered.

Hmmm. Learn something new everyday at the Stoaty Times.

Dr McCracken and colleagues speculate that the giant penis may be an example of ‘runaway’ sexual selection, where female preference drives male anatomy to ever-greater extremes, as in the peacock’s tail.

Or in the case of humans, it seems the opposite happens in ‘developed’ countries. It drives the female to ever more surgical extremes, as in the maximus fake boobicus.
In the duck’s case, it’s probably all long and curlique so that he won’t drown his date if they decide to do it in water or it’s to extend any fun while the lady duck tries to swim away.

Right lively bunch here stoaty…heh

Nothing sells like cloaca photos, NB.

Ayeee! I swear y’all come up with some strange stuff, which induces in me some strange thoughts. I said to myself, “it’s like fricking Quantum Mechanics in here there’s no telling what might come up.” Then it spiralled downward.

Quantum Weasels

Weasel Mechanics

Please stop the images…

Ah, Raleigh bikes! One of the ornaments of the empire in my day, along with the Triumph TR-6, and the Norton 750 Commando! Britannia Ruled the Roads!

I still own and ride (regularly) my 1973 Raleigh Supercourse TT road bike. It has a Carlton Race-Approved hand-built frame (3 digit serial number). Built, of course, in Nottingham, with a brass “Little Bird” on the frame-stem. Further tying it into the conversation is the fact that it has both chromed front forks and chromed rear forks. Proof that it was hand built can be seen in the somewhat sloppy welding, but it’s held up over a LOT of miles. Of course, it’s kind of a ‘grandfather’s axe’ of a bike… the only things that are still from the original 1973 rigging are the frame and the Brooks saddle.

In current form it weighs about 23 pounds. Not too bad, although one of the guys here who is a serious rider just bought a 14-pound bike. (About the same, I’d guess as our still missing Damion). Weasel- your bike probably goes about 30 pounds, for comparison purposes.

Actually when I was a kid we called 10 speeds “English racers.” I had coaster bikes, now called cruisers, single speed with a Bendix brake on the rear hub. Never had one with the Sturmey Archer three speed hub, and never had anything with a front brake. Then right when I started high school I made a huge upgrade, a local cycle shop had a Schwinn Varsity frame custom built up with Continental parts.

I was the hottest thing on two wheels (in my own mind at least). Nobody else at school had that particular and unique combination. Nobody else cared, but that’s not relevant.

My newest bike has hydraulic brakes, for crying out loud.

Charlotte-sized. Damien is a little fart; barely 10 pounds. Why she let him push her around so badly, I’ll never know. You know what’s hella depressing? Reading all the lost pet notices for your area. All those sad people. All those silly furball photos.

Oh, well. I just did the liquor store run. Old man Trouble? I don’t mind him.

When I was six, I had a car steering wheel welded to my bike. How did I know to do this? Was it a trend? I don’t remember my friends having steering wheels for handlebars, but it’s hard to believe I invented it on my own.

Anyhow, there was a welding shop halfway between my house and school. I walked my bike in and solemnly negotiated with the men there. They did it for 50¢.

That was probably all I had.

When was the last time you visited despair.com? ‘Cause it really scratches that depressed, nihilistic spot.

A car steering wheel? You are now several standard deviations outside of the norm. Of course that has been borne out by the sudden education I’m getting in the penii and cloacuseseses of all manner of fowl creatures.

I ought to pay a visit to despair.com to get things in perspective, then try making a few more. My mind is fertile soil for that sort of thing.

It didn’t work all that great, but it did work. As I recall, it once popped loose in my hands during an unfortunate wheelie.

I believe I failed to learn the lesson and had it welded back on.

pnb, Abigail Adams scrubs the crap outta their house with vinegar in the HBO series. Plus, there are several scenes of the various diseases/maladies that struck the Adamses and the filthy medical treatments they employed. The “innoculation” scene is…memorable.

Are you off work today weasel, to be making liquor runs?

I’m not actually drinking it, just shopping for it. I get a lunch hour, just like everybody else.

Only mine is thirty minutes 🙁

The “innoculation” scene is…memorable.

Hmmm…can’t wait to see it. The husband read in one of the George Washington books about the innoculation of the troops from smallpox. I was very interested as to ‘exactly’ how that was done…brrr..
Can’t blame them so much the filthy procedures, environments they worked in, due to their ignorance of microscopic beasties. Doesn’t say much about us with our increasing hospital infections does it?

I’m not actually drinking it, just shopping for it.

That’s good, can’t have you mooning your boss just yet.
I had a teacher in elementary school who used to lunch most days at a bar. She reeked of ash trays and booze. Needless to say, she thunk ahead enough to have plenty of coloring pages available for the afternoons.

Ah! Allen – I see your S.Weasel infection is proceeding as usual. Very good! Just follow the written instructions given to you and don’t make serious plans for this weekend. It’s because of the seizures, you know. And the projectile vomiting.

It was a mammal, you guys. Not a bird. It was just vaguely bird-shaped. It had brown hair, and it didn’t have a beak or anything – it was the fact that the head was round and there were peculiar tufts of hair that made the head look owl-like. Plus, Weasel had helpfully drawn arrows to each part of the titus’s body indicating the shapes.

I am pretty sure the plural was titi, and that there were some jokes about tits in the comments. It didn’t help that the feet looked like the feet of the blue-footed, ahem, booby.

Mrs. Peel, I very much believe that you are describing the mythical Japanese Tanuki…..
I was going to post a link to a picture of one here yesterday appro to something I’m sure that seemed relevant at the time.

Here’s a picure.
http://www.jcollector.com/photos/JC214-2.jpg

Oh, I remember! A everyone has a friend like a Tanuki… not too bright, but lots of fun. Loves to eat and party late. Guaranteed to show up on random Saturday nights, already half sloshed with a bottle of something cheap and ready for a good time. Prefers to show up to embarasss you when your minister or your mother-in-law is visiting, but everyone will love him after a few drinks. Oh, and one more thing…. he never, ever pays his bills.

Oh, and I’ve forgotten my manners! I was in Japan for a little less than a month. I’d been busy before that getting my affairs in order for the trip so I’d been sporadically reading for quite a while before that. The trip was nice, but not book-report worthy.

Thank you for the welcome home! I’ve missed all of you more than you missed me, I’m sure.

And Uncle Badger – I’m a long time Johnny Winter fan. Saw him in Atlanta years ago…. He was pretty wasted and thin even in those day. Essentially they had to roll him out on stage in a handtruck and put a guitar in his hands..but OHHHHH, when he took that guitar!

Oh yeah, it does sound like a tanuki. I’ve read about them before, so maybe that’s where it came from. I don’t remember the titus having enormous balls, though.

Glad you’re back, Lokki. The spam filter missed you.

McGoo, I won’t be near a computer this weekend I’ve got a rodeo thing to do. Which in fact sometimes does involve seizures and vomiting come to think of it.

That thing looks suspiciously like a badger. Rather, a Badger.

Rodeo! No, wait…imagine I pronounced that roDAYo, just to annoy you!

Awwwwwww, SHIT. Now I have Copland stuck in my head. Shoo, Aaron!

You know, in real life, I never use exclamation points. It’s only in my own blog comments I sound like Barbie Diary.

Aw, Weaz! You mentioned Copland! Now I have Emerson, Lake, and Palmer’s rendition of ‘Hoedown’ Moog-whining through my haid! It’s gonna be there for days – I just know it!

Allen – a roDAYo is perfect camouflage! Excellent planning, BTW!

Hey you ought to see the new event some of the guys came up with. All of the contestants stand in big hula hoops in the arena last guy left inside their ring wins. The trick is to avoid the really pissed off bull that’s let loose. To be young again, sniff, sniff.

Oh crap now I’ve got the Day-O song stuck in my head.

Come mister tally man…

pnb

If I remember correctly ducks have “oddly” shaped penises to prevent duck rape. No, I’m not pulling your leg. It allows the Mr. duck to “stay put” to prevent any other dudes from horning in on his territory. Of course, all of that is predicated upon how good my memory actually is today 😉

We use lots of vinegar here to clean. Mix it was some water in a spray bottle w/ a few drops of tea tree oil (antiseptic) and your good to go. You can also add a few drops of whatever other essential oils smell good to you, and you’ve got instant smelly-good after your cleaning. In addition, kosher salt is an excellent abrasive for those things that don’t like typical abrasive cleaners.

TI! How are you doing? Finished with your semester?

Tea tree oil! Another thing you must never, ever get on your genitals.

Yes, Weasel. And jalapeño juice. I’ve been there – done that. No shit.

Never pick up a stray jalapeño pepper slice laying in a pizza box after lunch, eat it, and then proceed to the restroom and grasp oneself to ‘stand and deliver’ without washing ones hands well. Never. I need to emphasize that. Never. Really.

Hey Mrs Peel, yep done w/ school. Made it home a couple of months ago. Now I’m doing the temp thing and desperately looking for a “real” job. Finally managed to get my diploma a couple of weeks ago, it’s on “goatskin parchment paper that is guaranteed for 500 years”. Like I’m going to bitch if it dissolves at 450.

Ah yes, McGoo, wise counsel, indeed!

I speak as a badger that occasionally makes kung po chicken, using lots of chillies.

It’s a mistake you only make once.

Yep, Uncle badger. That’s when I truly learned why chemists always wash up before taking a leak, as well as after. Ya don’t always know where those fingers have been…

Congratulations Tattooed Intellectual!

You can be very proud of your diploma! Good luck in your job search – it’s something that all of us went through when we graduated… and it ain’t fun, but you’ll find something good.

Oh, and they use cheap old goat-skin these days? In MY day we had good honest clay tablets!

Yeah Lokki, I think they went to paper b/c the tablets were a little awkward to frame and kinda heavy to hang.