We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I feel pretty bad after ruthlessly attacking the poor, innocent vegetarians the other day, and now my lawyer informs me that the EEO, the FCC, and the American Vegetarian Liberties Union are considering legal action.
I'm told that in order to avoid any legal repercussions, I must "even the score" and say something specifically nice about vegetarians.
Well, certainly easier than with shoes. Personally, I find the taste of leather to be a little flat. It has no sole. It's laced with problems. It's speaking in a different tongue. It makes me feel like a heel, although I've got a foot in the door and I toe the line.
The holy vegetable: lettuce pray
What did the mayonnaise say to the mustard? Ketchup! Ketchup!
We hear about the peas of the Lord, but what about the carrots?
Root beer floats? Actually, put a can in water and you'll find out that root beer sinks.
Dirty dishes work well together; they are in sink.
The ladies in the picture are quite attractive. They also illustrate, to me at least, that most women look better in flats or barefoot than in heels. The outfits are scanty yet wholesome.
Still like to eat meat, though.