Discussion in 'General Chit-Chat' started by ibglowin, Feb 8, 2018.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
I do not see any information on the criteria. I don't believe it is based on reliable data.
Yup, one of those new ones............
'Bus, these are from the previous thread about this that I referenced above:
I think that is in "buttloads" of wine........
I'm not sure what went around, but, OK...
In January, 2019, Mike posted the identical infographic with the notation "Way to go NM!" In the next message, you responded "What's up with Idaho?"
In November 2019, Mike posted the same infographic with the notation "Doing my part, obviously." In the next message, you responded "What the heck, Idaho!!??"
Paraphrasing: "The more things change, the more they stay the same".
Ha! I knew I'd seen that graphic before.
Apologies if I have posted this before. I have been retired for a year now and obviously my brain has turned to mush.
Ahhhhhh, indirect lighting.......
Having worked at a commercial turkey farm for 10+ years I can truly appreciate the simplicity of Thanksgiving in a can. Probably not quite the same culinary delight, but certainly much simpler.
Thanks for the memory, Bubba. That little P38 can opener was one of the best little tools ever invented. I kept one on my dog tags with the chain through the small hole. I liked the turkey, the chicken and the ham. The "beef" was inedible and still had the marks where the jockey applied the whip.
I still have my john wayne can opener on my key chain your right the beef was horrible and the spaghetti and meat balls wasn't any better....!
"Drinking is a Man's job."
That last one is priceless!
I posted this a while ago but I still get a laugh out of watching it. I hope you enjoy.
Forgot about the spaghetti and meatballs. The spaghetti was like the noodles in chicken noodle soup and the meat balls were like eating sawdust balls. I was in the Army 1964-1967 and was in my early 20's. In Basic Training I had the unique experience of eating bread that was baked before I was born. It was C-ration bread baked in 1941 and packed in long cans. Although it was edible, the taste of chemicals was overwhelming. But, like the Mess Sergeant used to say, "I'm just supposed to keep you alive, not get you fat!"
If I were a plastic surgeon, I would put a squeaky toy in every breast implant that I performed.
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