Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for September 07, 2020

It’s a darn good thing that rabbit didn’t get hold of that sweater…

Cimmy Jarter And if he served a second term now, he’d do the same thing.

Prierachuncus traiensis

Take care and may God bless.

what was the son of James Earl Carter, Sr. and Bessie Lillian Gordy even doing with nuclear detonation codes? in case of a Cuban missile crisis or something?

The Jimmy Carter story is a myth. The codes are kept in a locked case carried by a nearby military aide.

The Nuclear codes were 00000000 until 1977.

LOL! More proof that you can’t trust these product labels! (-:

I wonder what that was all about ? Over a year then HI ! Here we are .

Jimmy “One Term” Carter was and still is a nice guy. But as a prez, well, let’s just say that it did not go well on many fronts.

Take care and gesundheit.

on this day in history on September 7th 1630 The town of Trimountaine in Massachusetts is renamed Boston. It became the state capital.

In Reagan’s case, Nancy carried them around for him.

Looking at T. prairiensis, I know what I want for dinner tonight. With herbs and spices.

I make my New England “baked” beans in the Instant Pot all the time. Works great, takes 45 minutes instead of all day, and doesn’t heat up the kitchen.

Another one of those darned dinosaur names, where, by the time you’re done sayin’ it, the thing is extinct!

There used to be a T.V. advertisement that made the point that most canned beans were steamed, not baked. The advertised brand beans, however, were baked.

Detonation codes, not launch codes?

“Captain Hook” was one of the non-avian dinosaurs that most looked like today’s birds (the surviving dinosaurs).

One better. Bill Clinton lost the biscuit and didn’t tell anyone. For a couple MONTHS. It came to light only when it was time to turn the key in for the new codes.

And the nuclear code at the time was “000000”. All good myths should have some depth.

That looks like a cross between a bird and a Japanese beetle.

So what. My dad was often in the can for being stewed…