I never before realized how hard it is to draw pool-table pockets.
I would find the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes very emotionally supporting.
I had a frog in high school but a pig in college. The girls were pretty squeamish, so I helped 5 or 6 and so got to see more little piggies than just my own. This turned out to be a life-saver at final time when the sample pig whose parts we had to identify looked nothing like my own personal pig. This fits with what a surgeon once told me, that he never knows what he’s going to find until he gets in there.
1864? You mean before or after the end of the Civil War? ;-)
The environmental movement has become a religion, relying on belief in the unproven, fear of retribution for our sins, and shame over our guilt.
But the weekend shows are really great.
DOOM!! DESTRUCTION!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!! Yeah, yeah, I’ve been hearing this for over sixty years. (Though that DIE part seems probable.)
Even the four-year-olds have been propagandized.
It hasn’t happened yet. Do you think maybe Mr. G. read your comment?
Did you learn all that in skool?