Hello Mr. Babe.
I really thought George was Trout in alt mode. . . . .
Hello Mr. Babe.
and hello N@@@@@@@@.
and hello N@@@@@@@@.
I'm sure Mr. Trout is working under an alias.
What were you trying to call me?
Colton's kids shouldn't be exposed to Nightmares. . . . .lol
Sometimes this thread is cool
and sometimes it sucks balls.
WEATHER, n. The climate of the hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle.
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be—
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldom paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote—
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
"Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."
Halcyon Jones
Opposite day^
I hate McDonalds but their spicy mustard is pretty darn good.
Sitting in the bathtub, thping from my phone (paranoid babe catches up), with my cocktail and pretzels .. being dipped in spicy mustrd.
Pics forthcoming.