Let the Record show that "Snag" on or about
Sat, 26 Dec 2009 12:02:50 -0600 did write/type or cause to appear in
rec.crafts.metalworking the following:
pyotr filipivich wrote:
Let the Record show that "Snag" on or about
Fri, 25 Dec 2009 18:30:31 -0600 did write/type or cause to appear in
rec.crafts.metalworking the following:
cavelamb wrote:
pyotr filipivich wrote:
Let the Record show that "Michael A. Terrell"
on or about Fri, 25 Dec 2009 12:08:12
-0500 did write/type or cause to appear in rec.crafts.metalworking
the following:
cavelamb wrote:
pyotr filipivich wrote:
That just isn't right... Pretty scary that this is whats
happening around our country.
Cant be happening. Did the One promise Hope and Change, and
that we'd all be drinking that free bubble-up, eating that
rainbow stew, getting our mortgages paid, and our cars paid for.

What? You mean with all this bull**** - there isn't a pony?

well shucky darns.
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pyotr filipivich

This might be the perfect time to talk about - Santa Clause???

Might as well. It's too late for the Sanity Clause.

There ain'ta no Santa Clause.

pyotr

I'll bet you didn't get any for Christmas, didja!

Started my day with a bang , an' it's only gotten better since ...

"Ladies, did you wake up grumpy this morning? Or did you let him
sleep?"

Many years ago, I and my sweetie managed to swing a week together
between quarters. She tended to grumble that I was far too perky in
the morning. "What can I say, I've slept till I'm rested, I woke up
next you, what's not to like?" Of course the next week, when I'm
having to drag out for classes, that is when I held the soliloquy
about the difference between how I am on vacation, and the rest of
term.
Mine teaches , and is off til after the first . Lotta good that does me , I
still gotta work .

Time to consider cross training ...


I recall reading of a guy who's college buddies thought him a real
goof, never cutting classes to go surfing (this was California in the
60's). He graduated and became a teacher. So while they were working
50 weeks out of the year, he had his summers free to hit the beach and
the waves. Cowabunga!

So who's the goof now?

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pyotr filipivich
We will drink no whiskey before its nine.
It's eight fifty eight. Close enough!