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  1. JohnnyDiego commented on The Argyle Sweater about 1 month ago

    They say that God lives inside each and every one of us. Well, I hope he likes enchiladas because that’s what he’s getting. — Jack Handy

  2. JohnnyDiego commented on Tom the Dancing Bug about 1 month ago

    There are enough ballistic missiles in this country for every man, woman, and child. Only a person with half a brain could believe that more ballistic missiles would make us safer. — President Obama

  3. JohnnyDiego commented on That is Priceless about 1 month ago

    I believe, on closer inspection… Yes! That is toe jam.

  4. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause about 1 month ago

    Oh, he floats through the ais with the greatest of… of… ah… ah…. Sneeze!

  5. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago

    I will watch that TV show. A real person looking and acting like a real person is certainly a departure from real persons acting like real idiots.

  6. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago

    I don’t believe in radishes.

  7. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago


    A favorite term since childhood: Smooth move, Ex-lax.

  8. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago

    Big Mac may not like it but all the frogs are applauding.

  9. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago

    I had been a city boy my entire life. At age 34 my young family and I moved to Vermont (where my wife was raised) and we began to grow chickens for their meat. When it came time to slaughter those chickens it was my duty to act like a “Vermonter” and not a “Flat-Lander.” My wife and I proceeded to prepare for the slaughter. We heated water in a 50 gallon drum and prepared a clothesline to hang and drain the chickens. I grabbed my first ever chicken and tucking it under one arm I took a knife and thrust it up through the roof of it’s mouth and into it’s brain then gave the knife a twist. This procedure disabled the chicken so that it wouldn’t flap it’s wings as I slit it’s throat. With that first act of chicken murder (the very first time I had ever committed a murder of any kind) every hair on my body stood on end. I was absolutely filled with electricity. My heart rate and my breathing increased. I had to walk around a bit to calm down. It was not a nice feeling.
    We hung the chicken on the clothesline by it’s feet to drain the blood from it’s non-flapping body. My wife then dipped the chicken into the hot water barrel. This loosened the feathers and she was able to scrape them off instead of plucking each one.
    We did this 20 times. By the time we finished I was totally exhausted and dripping with sweat. I felt gawd-awful. Then I became physically ill and had to go to bed for the rest of the evening.
    Murder is not something I ever want to do again and that chicken killing day was the only time I have ever murdered anything. We never raised chickens for meat again.
    I have lived in Vermont for 34 years now and I am undeniably a Flat-Lander.

  10. JohnnyDiego commented on Frog Applause 8 months ago


    I am JohnnyDiego. I am JohnnyDiego and I am not a pumpkin. What further explanation would you need?