Apparently they're a delicacy in Laos.
Apparently they're a delicacy in Laos.
I'm unsure if that speaks well of Laos, or not....
If you squeeze them they stink very bad!
Then it doesn't speak well of Laos. Why would anyone choose to eat them.....
WEST GOOD NEWS,BIG DUUFUS HAS FOUND A NEW PASTIME-THE HOOLA HOOP[DON'T ASK]SO HE'S FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT YOU AND MOE,ALL IS FORGIVEN...[wanna buy some real estate???cheap].
You can't even sell yourself.
Sounds like the real estate broker has a heckler...
Indeed!....................NEXT!!
Moving right along....
Are you coming my way, westgrand?
If it's towards the door marked 'exit', Moe...then I am.....
If it's a revolving door, don't forget to slam it on the way out.
It's an automatically opening door, which lets the heat out, and the cold in.
And if it doesn't automatically let Moe and myself out, Moe knows of an emergency exit.
It's a hammer, in her handbag.
How did you know that was in my bag? Did you peek?
I wouldn't dare, Moe. That security alarm on your handbag could probably waken the dead.
No, I was just guessing, having some knowledge of what you ladies keep in your handbags.
A lady friend was having coffee with a friend of hers, and they were comparing handbag contents. Her friend said "Uhhhhhh....why are you carrying that large drum of pepper around in your handbag???"
My friend looked around, to see if anyone was listening, then dropped her voice and said, slightly defensively, "wellll.....it's...it's just in case I'm.....ever assaulted..."
Her friend looked first at the drum for a second or two, looked my friend up and down very intensely and then said with a smile "well, I doubt it's ever going to warrant all THAT quantity!!!!" LOLOL
LOL westgrand! So that's her pepper spray!
I've always wondered how someone would have time to rummage in their handbag.
A karate chop would be much more effective.
Or a good kick/knee you know where
But you've got to be so quick with the reflexes. Just like round here....
True, but some of those little old ladies can surprise you!
The minute they stop behaving like a lady, is the minute I can stop behaving like a gentleman
And that's when those little old ladies become young again!
They have to make the most of every opportunity. It may never come their way again...!
They always tell me they have nothing to lose
"Quick! Before They Close The Lid..."
That just might be their motto westgrand!
It was the title of Joan Rivers' most recent tour here in the UK.
Unfortunately, Joan died before she could even start it. Nobody was quite quick enough, and the lid won.
For her that's too bad. Although she could be not so nice at times I appreciated her spunk. And she had such a good relationship with her daughter & grandson.
If there's an afterlife, whatever must she be saying about life on Earth....
And playing to a packed house!!!
Laughter sure beats playing Bingo.....unless you win, of course.
Then, I could shed a few tears....
Reminds me of my mother; when she won she was happy. When she lost I didn't want to be anywhere near her! LOL
Happy works better, every time.....but sometimes it does need hard work....and can seem like it, too...!
She used to think there was a master plot against her everytime she lost.
There's no hard work involved in feeling oneself to be a victim. It can be assumed so very easily, and often with no clear evidence to justify those feelings.
I get tired of hearing the "poor me" syndrome.........
Everybody has their story but, when you're trying to get 'stuff' sorted quietly, and without wanting to complain and/or share it with someone else, hearing 'sad stories' can become wearisome.
It wears you down!
Especially when your conscience starts nagging..."well, what if it were you in their place, just wanting someone to listen, and no-one would listen...." - !
Point taken westgrand.
Sometimes I feel I'm taking points from all and sundry, all day, every day. LOL
You know just what I'm saying, Moe....?!
Completely westgrand!
And I'm glad to hear you're completely Moe!
Would I be anything else?????
Anything can happen around here....!
When you least expect it..........
The thought of 'least expecting it' keeps me on my toes...and, in your case, that comes with the additional assistance of quite high heels....
4 inches my friend!!!
On an incline that steep, Moe, you're running the risk of a brakes failure......
Oh my aching ankles
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