sorry I failed your recruiting efforts, Jet. But I know almost nothing about pro football...other than I notice the cheerleaders are generally cute.

You seem to be blessed with a nice treasure chest, ring. I favor soft and warm.

Soccer.
Athletes.
Running for what seems forever.
Sweating.
Loving the running- the occasional darts,
and twists,
Forever.

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...gy/5196276.jpg

crap, I think I overstayed my recruitment time by one hour and 8 posts.

I have a perfect picture to follow the one above, but I'll wait until next week.

Vanishment.

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Something about October and a Phoenix.

Guess what else
I might be thinking?
No, wait, don't!

Status quotidian.

We've got to take offense against the status quo.

Don't worry.
I will say nothing-
never have.

Three men in black said, "Don't report this."

"You've got so much to say, say what you mean,
mean what your thinking, and think anything,
why not?"

All due respect to Yusef, Who rocked at one point, and apparently has begun to rock again in his dotage, that song makes me think of this one....

I feeble-mindedly excuse you.

reminds me of a partial green moon

This is a Phillies' moon

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...illiesmoon.jpg

Light your torch, Nick.

You said dotage.

Cool.

Well you know that you're over the hill when your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill.

Cheerios, fried,
In butter & then drizzled
with maple syrup.

(You should try some!)

come on baby light my fire

Sparklers with prismatic glasses, man.

Well we go splashing,
enjoying what we can be
& what we have been.

here's a toast to us

Post 19125

roll another one, just like the other one

Man this is a longgggg thread.......


.....still long......




.......................oh! still going..............

never mind that. Just keep posting....

Keep Posting
It's the best defence
http://www.danheller.com/images/Euro...nce-bw-big.jpg

1x9-12=-3

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I mean I've no math
& I'm not even counting.
Call me tomorrow.

it's in West Philadelphia

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%203/19131.png

Ooh. Bouncey!

A good trampoline
might make you hard, finding it.
Please don't break your neck.

...unless you want to go real fast, then "break neck" is good.

HELP! I just knead it.
Sex didn't come up once then,
though I meant it to.

never did it on a trampoline but it's not too late

note to self: try it soon

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...0717804866.gif

/ everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger.

I always just called them chain-link fences.

I can picture that.
It isn't like I want to,
but thank you, my ring.

(for everything)

One-a-day.

At least.

Fetch me another exotic cheroot!

http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/members...ay-tophat.html

So how's forty, so far?

Part 2, then


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Improving, since it came in with a nice Irish Rhinovirus that's just about worked it's way out of my system.

Yikes.

Irish Rhino sounds kinda like it would at least have smiling eyes or something.

Well, perhaps a smiling horn. :-)
The Missus brought a bug back with her from visiting her friend in Cork. I was able to supress it well enough to sing on my birthday, but it was not a pleasant week. Head full of butter.

I call mine the Phoenix.
High fever and headache. No other symptoms really.

It's charring.

I'll need unsalted butter.

Hope you feel better soon.

Oh, I'm just about over it. Just some legacy phlegm.
And I hope you feel better soon too.

wadda ya take for a haddock?

Dill and two slices of lemon, washed down with melted butter.

I saw that as hammock.

I remember the old, plop-plop-fizz-fizz commercials.

Each time I asked god
for anything beautiful
it was quite ready.

Ringing the dinner bell.

yippee ki ay

Where's my waitress?

I'm hungry.

Like the wolf?

Ravenous.

J'Aurais Toujours Faim de Toi

Figure out what means
we use to get what we want
- it is our bodies.

Drive-train brains.

Not that there's anything wrong with that....

I have alluded
to our commonality
& I require it.

Prerequisites.

That other thread seems to be about 2381 posts ahead of us at this moment....dammit!

Your despair
is unbecoming
of belief.

Thank you, sir. We have made progress and I feel much better already.

Me two.

HEY! It's just us here:
Insertion cannot hurt you
until you believe.

Peace & Joy!

Our Heroes for ghosts?
I dunno, I don't think so.
I wish you were here.

You keep us well fed, yet hungry for more.

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...d20feeding.jpg

bigfishsandwich, mmm, yea

What!? It's a fish bowl?
I'm a little bit confused.
Where is the cupboard?

see any cooties?

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...203/tongue.jpg

I see taste buds.

Cooties!!!!!

... Zzz

good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...bug-bites0.jpg

Bed Bug Bites by Sylvia Anderson - Diseases and Disorders - Alternative Health Journal

Well, I think we can guarantee that I will get less sleep than I had planned having seen that lovely little critter....

I like to wake up slow and easy...so was listening to this this morning.

I love this album, though the production is a little smaltzy...otherwise, not much more Clifford to be had.

Sundays are good days for:

Herb Albert & The Tijuana Brass playing while-


The Omelettes cook slowly.

I think I'd like a steak for dinner.

I saw/heard Herb & TB live on Steel Pier in Atlantic City. And the high-diving horse, too.

I always wanted to ask my Dad: "What's with all the bull-fight posters?"

SWEET!

Yeah.
Dad knew how to keep me quiet.
He kept feeding me his Manhattan soaked Maraschino cherries.

I sense a palindrome soon.

I love Palindromes!

..incoming from left field..
"I hear you eat a piston engine, raw"

...anticipation! I like it!

man... still on page 480.

You know of Moab?
He had no clue, as you know,
but kept on building.

(No offense, you silly mexican-squeamish.)

"Out damn spot."

Lady Macbeth needs a fresh pair of gloves.

See Spot run. Run. Run. Run. See Dick and Jane. Funny funny Dick and Jane.

EVERYTHING GETS BLOW'D UP!
Oh My!

I avoid anything with "e-..." or "e*...", or variations thereof, associated with the name.

I don't advantage
pain or grief, & less, despair.
You have to know why.

(...I just had another lovely bowl of soup.)

(Does anybody know what a twit is?)

These are twits.

goddamn twits! How did they ever get an E-type Jag!

...though those twit field games sure look like fun to me, the twit-babes appear to be on the cute side.

On previous thoughts: shift to clean slate.