Monday, July 31, 2006
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A 14-year-old kid with a mumble and a bad attitude, his foster parents bought a calf to teach him responsibility. Daily, he rode his bike out of town to the barn to look after his charge. Fed it, watered it, bonded with it. At the end of the summer, stronger, browner, healthier than he'd ever been, he could state clearly to anyone who would listen - when he grew up, he wasn't gonna be no fuckin' farmer.
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Or is that FF?
PP: perfect post.
TY: Thank You
Good one, country mouse.
The temp is going to 100 today, and that's not taking the humidity into account. Add to that the smog, and ugh.
Thanks, Deloney.
We have smog warning here, too. I have an advantage in that I'll spend the day in an air-conditioned office, but you must be hot in the middle of that city.
Liked it :-). I can write to youl? The only person I usually nag via email is Fr. Marsh :-)
It's too fuckin hot, I'm going to the pub.
http://www.publicservantlifestyle.
co.uk/dynamic/sections/style_body_
soul/article_display.
php?id=707
I have abandoned my home office today for desk at a client's for the AC. Can't get to this link, D. Don't know why it won't load (maybe too loaded). Hope pub was good.
I can't get it to work either.
Del is under a severe thunderstorm and tornado(!) warning today, so he may be hiding under his kitchen table.
Crystal, of course you can email. If you become a nag I'll just set my email to recognize you as spam :)
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