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Oh, and there was this seagull, too

Today, we dug up all the potatoes — got a good haul, too — and braided the onions together to dry. The kitchen smells distinctly French.

Then I sat in the garden, reading a book and feeding bits of my lunch to the chickens. They’re partial to meat, god help us all. Suddenly Lucia — who still makes peeping noises like a baby chick, as a rule — let out two thumping great grown-up BE-GACKs.

Not twelve feet away was a great handsome fox, padding steadily toward us. I said something intelligent like, “whoa, dude — you’re a fox,” but he wasn’t impressed. Not until I got up and headed toward him did he turn and saunter away, waving that bushy red tail.

Funny she recognized the threat. The chooks don’t seem the least bothered by cats, including that feral lad who would happily take a swipe at them if I turned my back.

Anyway — have a good weekend, all. I leave you with this lovely sentiment, what Uncle B ran across while shopping online for new tires. Engrish is the ranguage of ruv.

The Kumho KH 31 is in the four fragrances orange blossom, rosemary, lavender and jasmine. The tyres are not well known to smell is one thing that is not only with a car and thicknesses much hp under the hood can specify, is the other thing. How about times with the opposite sex instead of roses, with beguiling smells of jasmine or orange on points. Let simply Kumho KH 31 and assemble a balance of fresh scent.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 6, 2010, 9:51 pm

I nicked this from Great White Snark. Enjoy the Geek Hierarchy.

I qualify as several of those things.

Once, I even considered doing furry erotica. For moneys.

 


Comment from Gromulin
Time: August 6, 2010, 10:22 pm

Scented tires? Wha? I’ve seen the tires with color-strips that the ‘tuners use to lay down colored burn-out marks…but raspberry scented smoke? Wow.

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 6, 2010, 10:29 pm

oh my god. You weren’t going to dress up as Yeoman Rand, were you?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHZFjrkVDDc

 


Comment from Pavel
Time: August 6, 2010, 10:29 pm

That is some totally boss Engrish. It’s one of those where you are reading through and you go, “Yeah, okay, I kind of understand what they’re say . . .”, then you read a few more words and you’re all “Wait, no, I have no fucking clue what they’re talking about.” You do this about three times before you get through the single paragraph.

World class Engrish.

 


Comment from Pavel
Time: August 6, 2010, 10:32 pm

And speaking of foxes, I was out walking in the Garden of the Gods a few days ago whereupon I espied what I thought was a little gray fox. My dogs TOTALLY espied it.

I got home and found out we don’t have gray foxes here. Turns out it was just a coyote puppy. Still pretty cute.

 


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:15 pm

mytyres.co.uk, right? It was the third Google hit.

I notice there is another model, the Kumho KH 31 Aroma (available in “205/55 R16 91V Duftnote Lavendel”). Maybe this description was intended for that one (which has no description to speak of).

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:16 pm

ZOMG, Scoob — scritchies!

 


Comment from Monotone (The Elderish)
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:18 pm

….. great…. soon, scratch and sniff will rule the world…..

 


Comment from Hiyu
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:20 pm

Cool! Good thing you were there, are those chickens would be chickgone.

 


Comment from Ben
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:42 pm

The electronic part only work from 5 at 8 hours, after this is congealed and the LED is extinguished to grief that the electronics this is energized. When happening this the exit of voltage of the electronics is lost and the communication does not feed Core process, and don’t had communication.

 


Comment from Mrs. Compton
Time: August 6, 2010, 11:49 pm

I went to a furry con once. God help me I wish I could erase my memory.

 


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: August 7, 2010, 12:08 am

I was once assured by a Philadelphia cab driver that the aroma in his (gypsy) cab was the new tires. . .It was during the gas crisis of the early 70’s, cabs were hard to come by, and neither the stranger with whom I was sharing the cost of a ride from train station to campus nor I really wanted to walk through West Philadelphia late at night carrying suitcases. So we sat back and enjoyed the contact high. . .but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the tires that were outgassing.

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 7, 2010, 12:18 am

Stoatie – It could proceed to Yiffing if the right fur is involved.. LOL

WHOA NELLY!!!!!

 


Comment from Armybrat
Time: August 7, 2010, 2:32 am

Tires….tyres. I believe that I mentioned a couple hundred posts ago how I spent an afternoon in the Principles office for arguing that spelling. It passed in Deutchland, surprisingly not in Georgia.

 


Comment from Frit
Time: August 7, 2010, 2:32 am

The CSI episode regarding the fur-con related killing was inaccurate in so many ways, regarding “Furries” and “Furry Cons”, that I consider it more of a parody written for the purpose of shock value and to make the show more interesting.

I’ve been to a lot of cons, SF, Fantasy, Furry, and a few that were theme specific (Star Trek, Star Wars, etc.).

I’ve enjoyed them all, made many friends, and had some great times. (I recall one World Con where I not only shared a room with one of my favorite authors, but also met several other authors I enjoy, and went out to dinner with a group of genuine rocket scientists, physicists, engineers, and astronomers. That dinner conversation was quite a rush!)

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 7, 2010, 3:27 am

Frit – they usually do that to keep from being sued. If they didn’t, they would NEVER be able to complete an episode without the legal dept. scouring everything for even the remotest possibility of id infringement, defamation, etc……

 


Comment from tawny
Time: August 7, 2010, 8:35 am

My spotted dick arrived this morning (courtesy of the late Gary Coleman), even better than the dick was the lovely hand drawn weasel pic. Stoaty also has top notch stationery! Thanks Stoaty. 🙂

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: August 7, 2010, 6:47 pm

Keep your eyes on them foxes. They’re trixsey.

http://tinyurl.com/238hv9u

 


Comment from lauraw
Time: August 8, 2010, 2:17 pm

Not until I got up and headed toward him did he turn and saunter away, waving that bushy red tail.

I’ve done this with big coyotes but learned my lesson because they don’t run away from me.
When you’re halfway across the yard, and they’re still not running, or worse, they get agitated and start advancing, you get this ‘oh shit’ feeling.

Never again without firearms.

 


Comment from Hotrodelectric
Time: August 9, 2010, 9:14 am

Anyway — have a good weekend, all. I leave you with this lovely sentiment, what Uncle B ran across while shopping online for new tires. Engrish is the ranguage of ruv.

For those of you who know, good. For those of you who don’t know: http://www.engrish.com.

I’m not so sure I like the idea of scented tires. That’s what nitromethane, ethanol alcohol, castor oil, and 110 octane fuel is for.

 


Comment from Mantesdoca
Time: August 9, 2010, 6:28 pm

Love hearing about them chickens. We’re all on small acreages out here but the neighborhood covenant forbids livestock, including aforesaid birds. Otherwise, we’d have some viscious banties to keep the neighbors in line, pygmy goats, a dwarf horse [they breed them just down the road] and maybe a mule and donkey or two. So we make do with a shxtload of cats and two dogs.

As for the tires, stick with Goodyears. I tried to force the dealer to change out the bridgestones on my new Sahara Wrangler for Goodyears or Goodriches, Coopers, for dog’s sake, but I’m stuck. These are some mushy, unwieldy sons-of-guns I’ve had back to the dealer to double check for air pressure and the like. My air-gauge says they’re set correctly but they feel like they’re coming off the rims on curves. My first and last set, trust me.

 

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