(May 13, 2019 at 12:41 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote:Quote:Great, neither do I, so I cant understand your objections to my posts.
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Quote:Pence, and our far right, if there were no checks on power, would turn back the clock. And even with our current checks on power, they still are trying to turn back the clock.
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Quote:FYI, after I graduated college, I still remained in Lynchburg, and worked pizza delivery near Liberty , and as such worked with many of Falwell's students. If I had a nickle for every time one of them said, "I only go there for the scholarship" or, " We are embarrassed he said that", I'd have made Trump look like a real Brokeahantas.
While it remains one of his most popular songs, 'A Boy Named Sue' was actually written by poet Shel Silverstein.
Quote:And the crap about Liberty being a squeaky clean campus, where students didn't smoke or drink or have sex, was just that. Sure, not on campus. But most of the students didn't give a shit, and did it off campus. In fact, one of my store managers , my boss, and his girlfriend, we met at a bar and had drinks because he had graduated and they were going to move out of town.
I disagree. Pepperoni swim UPSTREAM to spawn.
Boru
I named my current boy cat Sarah, an actual story that started with my prior cat I had in Lynchburg named Payton.
Back when I was married, to my Japanese X wife, we met in college in Lyncburg, just not Falwell's degree mill, but another college in the same city. My X is a PHD microbiologist. Wish I had her brains. Anywho, when I first met her, she knew nothing about NFL football. But by the end of the first fall season we knew each other, she was calling penalties I missed. One of her favorite players was PEYTON.... let me repeat PEYTON Manning.
Fast forward to after we graduated. We rented a house, I wanted a cat. We bounced around names, I wanted "Headlines" after Jay Leno's ongoing skit. She objected. I don't know how Peyton's name came up, but she loved it, and we named the cat after the Quarterback.
But here is the rub. Neither of us knew there were two spellings for the name. "Pey" as in "Peyton" was for a boy. "Payton" is the girl's spelling.
So the first time we took the kitten to the vet, we said, "Pay". Next visit the vet tells us we gave our boy kitten a girl's name. We laughed and decided to leave it the same.
Fast forward to divorce, and moving down here. I brought Payton down with me. But as pets do, they get old and die. My late mother saw I was distraught and got upset with me that I was so depressed, and insisted I get another cat.
So we went to rescue place. And this tiny fur ball, the one I have now, blazed across the room hugged my leg, looked up at me and meow'd . I looked down at him, and said "I'm toast".
Anywho, I named him Sarah in honor of Payton. The letters in his name "Sarah" are actually initials of male friends.