It was very long period.
...because vampires don’t reflect.
I guess that's just the Al Gore Rhythm.
"Hey buddy, quit fishing for compliments!"
"It’s cutting hedge technology!"
At least for the four-seeable future.
"Seriously, they just pick it up as they go along!"
I can see why he won the No peace Bell Prize
..."No, Ken do"
While I was milking her, a fly flew right into her ear, and wouldn’t come out. I tried to look into her ear, but couldn’t see it. It didn’t seem to be bothering her so I just decided to continue milking her. Then, suddenly as I was milking her, the fly flew right out with the milk! I couldn’t believe it.
In one ear, and out the udder.
He rasped, "Cuz they’re still alive!"
After about half an hour the doctor says..."You won't believe this, but i just pulled $1999 out of your bottom"
The man turns around and says "Yeah, I wasn't feeling 2 grand"
They twerk from home.
You know, to make light of the situation the worlds in right now.
A woman is driving to the shops, She stops, gets out of her car, and goes to buy a newspaper.
When she gets back to her car, she realises that she has locked herself out of the car, and the keys are still inside !
She was just starting to panic, when an army truck pulls up, and asks her is she has a problem. She explains that she's locked her keys inside, and can't get in to continue her journey.
One of the soldiers then jumps down from the truck, and start rubbing his leg against the side of the car, and after a few seconds - ping - the door is open !!
She is amazed at this, and asks the squaddie how he did it.
He said,
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
"It's because I'm wearing my khaki trousers"
"Nope, they were cooked in Greece!"
A doctor notices this and says, "Excuse me sir, but what are you doing?"
The man ignores the doctor and continues, now taking everyone's blood pressure.
"Sir, I'll ask you again", says the doctor, "why are you here and what are you doing?"
Ignoring the doctor again, the man then begins to take everyone's blood and starts processing it through the hospital's examination equipment.
"Right!" Shouts the doctor. "Now you're testing my patients!"
I was hungry. So I Czeched the fridge. 🇨🇿 Nothing was there, so I was Russian over to the nearest restaurant. 🇷🇺 I grabbed some Turkey, but it was layered in Greece. I Haiti ting food that isn’t Swedened. 🇹🇳🇬🇷🇸🇪 I felt like I could Italy food in my house. 🇮🇹
What we have, here, is a failure to excommunicate.
Second dog leaps up and goes berserk...
So there is a commander in Scottsdale PD named Commander Coffee, and today I asked him, in a serious tone, "Hey Coffee, can an I ask you a question?" And he responded with a serious "Sure Joe, what's up?" And then I asked "If the mafia ever put a hit on you, wouldn't that mean that they are trying to ice Coffee?" He giggled and was like "Wow, that was actually pretty good." Then continued on his way to the police side.
It was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away
I guess that explains why all these old folks are so salty.
I'm quite the music history buff- always have been. My first inkling as a college student was to explore turning this into a career. So I found a music museum, wrote an impassioned essay, and somehow landed the 12-week internship.
When I got there, I met the curator, a woman named Rhonda. Like me, she had grown up enjoying music and always wanting to know more. Thanks to grants and donors' generosity, she had helped continue the museum's legacy of showcasing what might otherwise be lost to history.
The tradition of the museum had always been to let the interns work in the orchestral wing. My assignment in particular was the string section.
Now I didn't know a whole lot about the string family, but I saw some really fine specimens and decided we could perhaps tell a broader story about the progression of the instruments. And so I began studying.
After about a week of studying, I went to Rhonda and asked if we could do something different here. She was very receptive to the idea and introduced me to her assistant, Dr. Will. His PhD was in history, natch, but he still relished having everyone call him Doctor. It was funny.
Dr. Will helped me learn so much about how the family of instruments developed over time, their overall cultural footprint, etc.
Did you know a fiddle and a violin are the same thing? Did you know the viola family dates back to the 16th C.? Vivaldi wrote 25 cello concertos!
I dazzled visitors with tales of the Stradivarius, Amati and Guarneri families. I noted the increase in neck length over time. I reassured them that despite the name catgut, no cat intestines were used in the creation of these instruments—but it sure might be sheep or goat.
Sadly, 12 weeks goes by quickly when you're having fun, and I got enthusiastic letters of recommendation from Rhonda and Dr. Will, and I do miss them. Hello, you two.
I figured I could waltz (sorry) right in to more museum jobs later, but boy, was I mistaken.
I kept interviewing for the job, but after about the 10th cold shoulder, I had to find out what I was doing wrong. I had done such a good job, after all, right??????
So I fucking called the museum
got the guy who interviewed me on the line—and he wasn't thrilled to even talk to me. But I asked him, sir, why didn't I even get a call back? Weren't my qualifications good?
He said, yes, BUT.......
"...we simply can't hire someone who has exhibited a history of violins."
Still No Idea
He picked up the hammer and saw.
(my dad told this all the time. I am continuing on with the tradition...)
I said “I was just trying to make a point”.
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
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Emmamentary Mydear Watson!
As much as it sucks, it’s better to be safe than SARS-y
But Maury Povich determined that I am not the father.
IF
He couldn’t see that well
Friend: I had a dream about a dragon last night. Its name was Fire Fawcett.
Me: It's too bad its name wasn't Uther, since it was a PUNdragon.
Friend: ...
Me: *bows*
I've got some really big shoes to fill!
He rasped, "Cuz they’re still alive!"
"Seriously, they just pick it up as they go along!"
"Seriously, they just pick it up as they go along!"
This woman is driving to the shops, She stops, gets out of her car, and goes to buy a newspaper.
When she gets back to her car, she realises that she has locked herself out of the car, and the keys are still inside !
She was just starting to panic, when an army truck pulls up, and asks her is she has a problem. She explains that she's locked her keys inside, and can't get in to continue her journey.
One of the squaddies then jumps down from the truck, and start rubbing his leg against the side of the car, and after a few seconds - ping - the door is open !!
She is amazed at this, and asks the squaddie how he did it.
He said,
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
"It's because I'm wearing my khaki trousers"
Second dog leaps up and goes berserk...
