and herpes....The only thing that can live through a Marine's immune system is alcoholism
just spray some lysol on it. I'm sure it'll be fineand herpes....
Now you are going to get sickI ain't sick, hardly ever get sick, actually Marines don't get sick........
That's OK. You're cranky enough without the flu.I ain't sick, hardly ever get sick, actually Marines don't get sick........
This was greatYou asked for it. Some years ago, I married a Kurd, a man of mystery and some mystical gifts. Kurds are those people in the ME, if you study the book of Enoch or Lost Books of Solomon, who are supposedly descended from the fallen angels who helped Solomon build that impossible temple. So much for lore, he was just a man but he had ... talents. One Friday, the whole family, that being mine, and him, decided on a trip to the Cleveland Market. He and I had gone a few weeks earlier and he purchased this Rooster that he wanted to kill, and fix for Sunday dinner. Until he left my mother hold it. She cradled it like a baby. She used to raise chickens for eggs. He looked at me at that point and said "there's goes my lunch." I said, yes. So on this trip we decided the Rooster needed a mate as he was lonely. He'd answer every hen he heard cackle within a 10 miles radius. It was annoying. My very young son was with us on the venture. We did our shopping, found the hen and piled into the car to go home. The chicken was in the backseat between my son and my sister in a paper bag. Open markets aren't fancy in their packaging. And we told my son to not open the bag as the car wasn't air conditioned. Don't tell that to a 6 year old. He rolls down the window, opens the bag and out flies the chicken. My husband was driving and looks at my mother. There's a chicken on the side of the freeway and it's busy, thank god no you tube or cell phones were around then. My mom says pull over and work your magic. This is a mountain man after all. What's a little road embankment between him and a chicken? So he did and off he went. Down the embankment and after that chicken. The chicken lost. And it lost quite a few feathers in the process and looked pitiful. But we got home without any more incidents.
Hubby tied the chicken to a long twine rope and set her loose. She cackled and the rooster heard her. He found her. And he thought that featherless hen was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He pranced and paraded around her like the dutiful male that he was. And he crowed. Oh, how he crowed. He was so proud of her. Guys are so easy. And that's the last time I tell that story here.
lol grandson stole the cupcakes the wife made yesterday, I went down to his room and grabbed them back, the cheeky little fuckerThat's OK. You're cranky enough without the flu.
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this was just under 10 min for me. Bubble hell but glad it wasn't 40 min like it estimates
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your avatar should be Midas, not that ugly dog you have nowlol grandson stole the cupcakes the wife made yesterday, I went down to his room and grabbed them back, the cheeky little fucker
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thought this was going to end in the fresh prince themeYou asked for it. Some years ago, I married a Kurd, a man of mystery and some mystical gifts. Kurds are those people in the ME, if you study the book of Enoch or Lost Books of Solomon, who are supposedly descended from the fallen angels who helped Solomon build that impossible temple. So much for lore, he was just a man but he had ... talents. One Friday, the whole family, that being mine, and him, decided on a trip to the Cleveland Market. He and I had gone a few weeks earlier and he purchased this Rooster that he wanted to kill, and fix for Sunday dinner. Until he left my mother hold it. She cradled it like a baby. She used to raise chickens for eggs. He looked at me at that point and said "there's goes my lunch." I said, yes. So on this trip we decided the Rooster needed a mate as he was lonely. He'd answer every hen he heard cackle within a 10 miles radius. It was annoying. My very young son was with us on the venture. We did our shopping, found the hen and piled into the car to go home. The chicken was in the backseat between my son and my sister in a paper bag. Open markets aren't fancy in their packaging. And we told my son to not open the bag as the car wasn't air conditioned. Don't tell that to a 6 year old. He rolls down the window, opens the bag and out flies the chicken. My husband was driving and looks at my mother. There's a chicken on the side of the freeway and it's busy, thank god no you tube or cell phones were around then. My mom says pull over and work your magic. This is a mountain man after all. What's a little road embankment between him and a chicken? So he did and off he went. Down the embankment and after that chicken. The chicken lost. And it lost quite a few feathers in the process and looked pitiful. But we got home without any more incidents.
Hubby tied the chicken to a long twine rope and set her loose. She cackled and the rooster heard her. He found her. And he thought that featherless hen was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He pranced and paraded around her like the dutiful male that he was. And he crowed. Oh, how he crowed. He was so proud of her. Guys are so easy. And that's the last time I tell that story here.
I dated a marine. He refused to go to MD for the flu (the real flu!). I tried everything. When I was at work, he finally decided he needed to see a doctor. He had started to hallucinate.I ain't sick, hardly ever get sick, actually Marines don't get sick........
If they were Stanford HCI HITs you'd be doing pretty good for yourself.
It's tech week for my middle schoolers' show, so we've had rehearsals every morning, then I've had other stuff going on in the afternoons. I've done, like, 10 HITs this whole week.
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nope, Midas is wife's dog (though she has nothing to do with him and is sorta my dog), my bulldog on other hand is purely mine (though he often times sleeps with grandkids).your avatar should be Midas, not that ugly dog you have now