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twenex
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response 36 of 98:
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Nov 13 17:33 UTC 2003 |
hash browns
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mynxcat
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response 37 of 98:
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Nov 13 18:29 UTC 2003 |
First time I've heard it. I like.
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twenex
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response 38 of 98:
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Nov 13 21:19 UTC 2003 |
hash browns - fried mashed potato squares.
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mynxcat
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response 39 of 98:
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Nov 13 22:11 UTC 2003 |
Not hash browns dumdum, jep's entry!!
I know what hashbrowns are. And they're not always squares. Sometimes
they're a heap of fried grated potato. Depends on where you get them
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jep
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response 40 of 98:
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Nov 13 23:39 UTC 2003 |
re resp:35: In order to better provide for your needs, if you'll kindly
post everything you've ever seen, weekly, I may (or of course, may not)
review it to make sure I don't post anything that would bore you with
it's repetitivity.
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remmers
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response 41 of 98:
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Nov 14 00:04 UTC 2003 |
You can say that again!
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mcnally
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response 42 of 98:
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Nov 14 00:46 UTC 2003 |
No. He can't. He's not allowed to say "repetitivity" ever again.
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other
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response 43 of 98:
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Nov 14 01:35 UTC 2003 |
40: <chuckle> good one, that.
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keesan
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response 44 of 98:
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Nov 14 03:39 UTC 2003 |
Warmed up rice with thawed pizza sauce, a slab of tofu, and microwaved
peanuts. Jim was busy moving computer parts around so I decided to cook for
myself. (He took over). I am not using sharp knives yet.
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gelinas
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response 45 of 98:
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Nov 14 04:18 UTC 2003 |
That's not very funny, Sindi.
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willcome
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response 46 of 98:
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Nov 14 05:26 UTC 2003 |
You just don't have a sense of humour, gelinas.
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twenex
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response 47 of 98:
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Nov 14 12:02 UTC 2003 |
re: 39: ah.
re: 44: rotflmao, sindi.
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gull
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response 48 of 98:
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Nov 14 14:05 UTC 2003 |
Re #39: Yeah. Good hashbrowns bear little resemblence to the prefab
patties that McDonalds gives you.
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keesan
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response 49 of 98:
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Nov 14 16:48 UTC 2003 |
Re 44 and 45. Was it supposed to be funny? Jim has been doing all the
cooking because my hands are numb and a bit shaky from a chemotherapy drug
and I am not supposed to risk cutting myself because of low platelet counts
due to all the drugs, so I don't use sharp knives or go near hot burners.
It is okay to use the microwave oven on leftovers, but sort of a challenge
to assemble a meal without knives or a stove when you like vegetables.
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twenex
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response 50 of 98:
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Nov 14 17:00 UTC 2003 |
I thought you meant Jim was driving you crazy...
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gelinas
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response 51 of 98:
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Nov 14 18:18 UTC 2003 |
Well, this *is* the 'humor' item, Sindi. Perhaps you thought it was Item Ate?
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keesan
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response 52 of 98:
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Nov 14 20:49 UTC 2003 |
Yes I thought it was item ate - weren't people talking about food? I guess
it is funny that I got the wrong item. I cannot see on my screen which item
it is (dialed in directly with Kermit).
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remmers
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response 53 of 98:
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Nov 14 22:23 UTC 2003 |
(You can always type 'h' at the "Respond or pass" prompt to see the
item header.)
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aruba
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response 54 of 98:
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Nov 14 22:53 UTC 2003 |
(not that it's a big deal)
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albaugh
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response 55 of 98:
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Nov 19 19:03 UTC 2003 |
Now I know you are a fastidious house keeper and need no help whatsoever.
However, you may be very glad to get these cleaning tips.
Dirt: Layers of dirty film on windows and screens provide a helpful filter
against harmful and aging rays from the sun. Call it an SPF factor of 15
and leave it alone.
Cobwebs: Cobwebs artfully draped over lampshades reduce the glare from the
bulb, thereby creating a romantic atmosphere. If your husband points out that
the light fixtures need dusting, simply look confused and exclaim,
"What? And spoil the mood?"
(I just throw glitter on them & call them holiday decorations).
Pet Hair: Explain the mound of pet hair brushed up against the doorways by
claiming you are collecting it there to use for stuffing hand-sewn play
animals for children. (Also keeps out cold drafts in winter).
Guests: If unexpected company is coming, pile everything unsightly into one
room and close the door. As you show your guests through your tidy home,
rattle the door knob vigorously, fake a growl, and say, "I'd love you to see
our den, but Fluffy hates to be disturbed, and the shots are SO expensive."
Dusting: If dusting is REALLY out of control, simply place a showy urn on the
coffee table and insist,
"This is where Grandma wanted us to scatter her ashes."
Painting: Don't bother repainting. Simply scribble lightly over a dirty wall
with an assortment of crayons and try to muster a glint of tears as you say,
"Junior did this when he was 3 years old,
and I haven't had the heart to clean it."
General Cleaning: Mix one-quarter cup pine-scented household cleaner with four
cups of water in a spray bottle. Mist the air lightly. Leave dampened rags in
conspicuous locations. Develop an exhausted look, throw yourself on the couch,
and sigh, "I clean and I clean, and I still don't get anywhere."
As a last resort, light the oven, throw a teaspoon of cinnamon in a pie pan,
turn off oven and explain that you have been baking cookies for a bake sale
for a favorite charity and haven't had time to clean... Works every time.
If the house is clean, the computer has crashed.
("A clean house is a sign of a broken computer.")
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albaugh
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response 56 of 98:
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Nov 19 19:11 UTC 2003 |
The Creation of Michigan
Once upon a time in the kingdom of heaven, God was missing for six days.
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Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day.
He inquired of God, "Where have you been?"
God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downward
through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."
Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"
"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it. I'm going to
call it earth and it's going to be a great place of balance."
"Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused.
God explained, pointing to different parts of earth,
"For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth,
while southern Europe is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be
a hot spot. Over here I've placed a continent of white people and over there is
a continent of black people," God continued, pointing to different countries.
"This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and
covered in ice."
The archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a large land mass
and said, "What's that one?"
"Ah," said God. "That's Michigan, the most glorious place on earth.
You'll notice that it is made in the fashion of my hand, the hand of God.
There are beautiful lakes, rivers, sunsets and rolling hills.
The people from Michigan are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous;
and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be
extremely sociable, hard working, and high achieving; and they will be
known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."
Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed,
"What about balance, God? You said there would be balance."
God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the nincompoops I'm putting around
them in Ohio, Indiana, Wisconsin, and Canada."
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gull
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response 57 of 98:
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Nov 19 19:26 UTC 2003 |
Re #55:
"If unexpected company is coming, pile everything unsightly into one
room and close the door."
The sad thing is, I actually do this.
Re #56: <snicker>
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keesan
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response 58 of 98:
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Nov 19 20:49 UTC 2003 |
I thought everybody cleaned into one room. Or the basement.
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albaugh
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response 59 of 98:
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Nov 21 18:07 UTC 2003 |
Or under one gigantic rug. :-)
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albaugh
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response 60 of 98:
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Nov 24 16:14 UTC 2003 |
Below is an elementary school joke related by my 10-year-old:
An airplane was flying full of passengers when suddenly the bottom of the
fuselage sheared away. All the passengers were hanging on by their hands
for dear life. Somehow it was determined that one of the passengers had
to let go, so that the plane wouldn't crash and the others would be saved.
The poor fellow chosen to make the sacrifice made such an impassioned speech
about what an honor it was to save his fellow passengers, whatever,
they were all so moved they applauded...
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