Communications systems engineer. Georgia Tech graduate.
A pretty lady, a kiss to die for.
Ralph seems to have a little bit of Calvin in him.
That’s Mammy, alright! “One fist of arn, the uther o’ steel…” apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford.
I remember my Chemcraft chemistry set and the stink bomb it taught my brother and me how to make (mostly sulfur), and we made it in the basement because it was winter time, and…my mother had washed and hung all the bedsheets to dry in the basement because it was winter time, and that was a bad day/week/month for us.
Should’ve been named “Baloney”.
Have I ever bragged to you folks about my transversus abdominis? No? Well, hey, First of all, ………………………………………………….) OK, wise guys. Who shut off my Comment Button?
HA! He said, “Swiftly”. Actually, that’s not a Swifty, and the balloons prevent Swifties, but I’ll be on the look out for them anyway (Ray said, hopefully).
I am very sorry, Teresa. I don’t know what else to say.
I don’t think the lady will fork over much money for dead meat.
What, no Swiftie? Here’s one for you: “STOP” cried Tarzan, haltingly.