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Tuesday, July 31. 2007

Thank God for Experts

We need scientists, experts, federal research grants, etc, to help us understand things like this. Where would we be without such people to splain it all to us?

 

Posted by The Barrister in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 16:15 | Comments (10) | Trackbacks (0)

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Where would we be without such people?

Uganda?
#1 Habu on 2007-07-31 16:32 (Reply)
if uganda the kitchen, grab me a beer
#2 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 17:51 (Reply)
No hold on for just one minute! You're saying I have to do what when? Is that before or after the oven mitts?
#3 Jephnol (Link) on 2007-07-31 18:28 (Reply)
Is there a joy greater than having sand up your bumm and abrazing your nipples, perhaps getting on you ding-a-ling just prior to coitus?

Reminds me of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in "From Here to the Infirmary"

More junk about my life ... spent the last two years of high school in North Caolina about 15 miles from the pier at Atlantic Beach and beach music ..heard some fabulous bands including Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs, Little Anthony and the Imperials and Doug Clark and the Hot Nuts .... who sang..

My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
#4 Habu on 2007-07-31 18:37 (Reply)
for sure getting naked in public can embarrass. For example, I once got kicked out of a public pool for taking a leak in the water. I resolved right then and there, never again from the high diving board.
#5 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 18:54 (Reply)
okay, that was just a dumb joke, but, in order for it not to hang there embarrassingly as a flop-sweat punchline, I'm adding this more serious post below it.

"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated...As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

--John Donne
#6 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 20:52 (Reply)
Each year, over 6000 people are traumatized by goats in the United States alone.

The majority of goat traumas occur before age eight and after age fifty-two.

--from the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation, @

http://www.goat-trauma.org/stats.shtml
#7 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 21:47 (Reply)
Don't Be a Victim!

http://www.goat-trauma.org/victim.shtml
#8 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 21:51 (Reply)
I don't know how to thank you enough.

I was invited just yesterday to a goat festival, but now I can see it was a cleverly disguised ambush.

I AM SOMEBODY(JESSE JACKSON) AND I WILL NOT BE A VICTIM
#8.1 Habu on 2007-07-31 22:37 (Reply)
PRAISE the Lord!
#9 buddy larsen on 2007-07-31 22:43 (Reply)

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