Willow
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Excessive comfort breeds weakness. PttP
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« on: April 30, 2012, 07:02:21 AM » |
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This morning as I arrived at work and was unloading my bags, a small, wide-winged sextuped landed on the sleeve of my jacket and remained there until I was fully laden and began to walk toward the office building. It reminded me of the truth of that popular proverb, a rolling thone gathers no moth.
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FryeVRCCDS0067
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« Reply #1 on: April 30, 2012, 07:20:08 AM » |
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"Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And... moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.'' -- Barry Goldwater, Acceptance Speech at the Republican Convention; 1964  |
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John Schmidt
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« Reply #2 on: April 30, 2012, 08:17:32 AM » |
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GROOOAAANNN! And you posted that with no apologies offered? tsk tsk  |
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Willow
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« Reply #3 on: April 30, 2012, 08:51:39 AM » |
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GROOOAAANNN! And you posted that with no apologies offered? tsk tsk  |
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John Schmidt
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« Reply #4 on: April 30, 2012, 09:23:19 AM » |
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GROOOAAANNN! And you posted that with no apologies offered? tsk tsk My resident bed warmer told me I have no room to talk.  |
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Willow
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« Reply #5 on: April 30, 2012, 09:25:38 AM » |
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My resident bed warmer told me I have no room to talk.  |
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Karen
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« Reply #6 on: April 30, 2012, 10:05:46 AM » |
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There was a South Sea kingdom in which everyone, including the King, lived in grass huts. The King's hut contained only his ornately hand carved hardwood throne, from which he would utter his decrees daily, and nightly sleep soundly. Missionaries eventually visited the kingdom and suggested that the King might sleep more comfortably on a bed with a mattress, and they gave His Majesty a bed to try. It was as they said, he did, in fact, sleep much better. Unfortunately, the hut was too small to accommodate both the throne and the bed, so the village wise man came up with a wooden frame and a system of pulleys whereby the throne could be stored above the bed at night, and vice versa the bed would be stored overhead during the day. This worked great for three days, but on the third night, the throne came crashing down and killed the King in his sleep, which only goes to prove that people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
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« Reply #7 on: April 30, 2012, 12:07:15 PM » |
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that's up there with "leaving no tern unstoned" and "it's a nick knack Patty Whack, give Stabone the loan. his old man is a rolling stone" total groaner! |
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'in the tunnels uptown, the Rats own dream guns him down. the shots echo down them hallways in the night' - the Boss
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