In a word: Tradition!
Astonishingly attractive woman.
She has the same eye and coat coloring as my Halley. Halley made 20 and seven months., and had mostly excellent health. But she watched over me. A couple of times I had apnea and she slapped me awake. Purring near me when I was ill.
E. None of the above. Or all of the above.
Yeah, the Blitz showed just how fucking tough British people are when you piss them off.
I feel air wars have almost removed the concept of civilians from the situation.
It is, for me, a version of terrorism.
Oh man. I lived overseas when my dad was stationed in Germany. 1969-1972. First newspaper I started reading daily. Amazing how their coverage of Vietnam really gave me an idea of what was happening. It is a pretty good paper, because it’s not a Party Organ.
I ask myself what Jim Rockford would do. If you gotta live up to some kinda image, Rockford is as non-toxic as it gets.
My Dad got dementia; we couldn’t talk any more. Watching Rockford was comforting. Like Mr. Rogers, if his place kept getting tossed by mobsters and he drove a Pontiac Firebird.
What good girls! Sweeties!
Good thing he invested in magic beans.
My daughter just drove over and had a quiet talk, so I am sorry for using the terms “skirt,” “doll,” “chick” or “harpy.”
Now I am having a little lie-down with the cat, and then maybe Ovaltine!
I just got a text from my ex wife and she got on me. So I am genuinely sorry about “Dames.”
I should apologize. “Broads” is an insulting, sexist term term and has no place in today’s world. I meant dames.
There she goes again. Facts, empathy, ethical priorities. Broads, am I right?
Good dog.
To create incidents.
Maybe you have a plumbing emergency and she’s on it. My old dog was pretty good with plumbing but rubbish with electrical problems.
Maniac bombers will pay more for fertilizer AND fuel oil! MAGA will be upset.
So is that where folks dump their trash?
With our foreign policy right now, we should all wear them.
Played by David Leisure.
You’ve seen pictures and interviews with him.
No noticeable ability to think.
That’s happened. I had to take antibiotics for five days. And I apologized to the cat. I startled her.
Perhaps they should just find some country with a pleasant climate and no extradition treaty with the US.
I like to think being bitten by a radioactive cat might give me the power to make giant leaps, to move swiftly and with great agility, and ignore people so powerfully that they will begin to doubt their own existence.
What a beauty!
Maybe if he had to take a stroke for each fatality, he’d give a shit. But he cheats at golf as at everything.
He doesn’t want to fall out a window or snack on Polonium.
Me too. I was about nine, listening to the radio in Monterey, CA.
Ignorant cement-heads. Welcome to the future. Chance the Gardener was a warning.
