A coupla black guys from Georgia wanted a break from the plantation so they thought they'd vaca at Trump Casino in Atlantic City and next thing you know all the states get Uncivil.
And I'm sitting there thinking, Man, that's Oscar material right there. And then the mom checks her spaghetti by flinging it on the wall and that ruined it because nobody does that. It's too easy to check by eating a strand with the advantage of telling you precisely how it's doing and the side advantage of not messing the wall unnecessarily. If somebody's mother did that then somebody's mother is no cook. I know, I know, I don't care how well she cooked, I'm telling you cooks know how to check doneness without tossing food around the whole room. Food fight! *flings cooked spaghetti*
If only you could have seen Geraldo imitate Cher. Geraldo had never heard of her. He's deaf and saw her on t.v. by chance. Apparently she stretched her mouth vertically to say an "o" and twirled her hair fascinatingly like a mop. Geraldo pretended he was swallowing a microphone. He delivers a spot on imitation by exaggerated motions and without ever having actually heard her.
"The white man always called me Indian squaaaaaaaah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah"
Now, you will notice a completely authentic American Indian headdress and breastplate. The beadwork 100% authentic. Seldom will you see indian headdress bedazzled so authentically. Real eagle feather stored for centuries in portable teepees with fires inside them are always kept perfectly white and downy soft fluffily like that. Exactly like that. Indians like glittery things such as found all over the natural world. The whites are purest of white because the natural water is so pure, and the sequins is painstaking assembled from mica and tree sap. White and yellow sparkly bikinis, that's what authentic plains indians always looked like. They were famous for their blue evening eye makeup and their evenly applied foundation. And matching wrist cuffs. Very authentic, this Cher.
Chip, quit making fun of Cher...she on that horse is still a cool sight! My sis used to do a pretty good imitation of her...hold her neck kind of stiff and flip her hair back around with the back of her hand.
Totem poles are Pacific Northwest. It's in the Cher video wrongly. You do not see them anywhere else.
And the wooden indians outside cigar shops were stolen from real indians. It's a grievous wound.
I decided not to become cross when popular television shows, especially pubic television shows, mention axiomatically "due to rising sea level" or "due to climate change" or now even "due to colonialism and…" I used to *click* you just ruined the show for me with the ping ping ping hammer time pinging that is your collective obsession that must be exercised upon me.
And now I changed.
Just like that.
I realized they're not arguing. They're accepting the truth of cyclical ice ages. They're accepting our apparent placement on the cycle.
The early indian migration discussions showed this to me. They're discussing human development across American continents. They've accepted waves of Siberian migration. They've accepted the Aleutian land bridge opening and closing allowing for sporadic waves. They're tracking how far people got and how their various cultures developed across the North American continent and Central American and South American continents. Having accepted all that now any mention is of current climate change includes all that acceptance with it and mentioning it again is not necessarily a demand for one world government run by corrupted U.N. using climate alarmism to seize power. It's not necessarily that. It's just recognizing reality like we normal people do. So I can just calm down and stop being so cross with people all the time about sticking that bit of political propaganda into their unrelated production. I get wound up for nothing.
When incredible amounts of water are stored up as glaciers more than a mile high and covering the poles even so far south as New York then the islands connect and way becomes available. Conversely when they melt as they are melting now then water level really does rise and it covers those island increasingly until only a few dots remain and the land bride is closed to historic migration. This picture of waves of migration is becoming more clear. Due to the shapes of arrowheads. See: Clovis.
I imagine some kept to their boats and hugged the shore as far as they could go, even so far as Central and South America.
Unless they do shill for political takeover to advance their one world religion: Ecology, submit or die, then, no way.
And if I had to guess, I'd guess that Trooper York has already been hit with one too many, if not a host of them. A winged flock of flying boobs! Or maybe that's too much of a mental exaggeration and it's really only been one that keeps flap, flap, flapping.
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I have to leave now for a few hours -- off to kindle young minds w/chemistry.
Behave!
I actually had the busiest day in the store so far this year.
So I had to keep posting in between ringing up sales.
Superstition buddy.
One of those things.
A coupla black guys from Georgia wanted a break from the plantation so they thought they'd vaca at Trump Casino in Atlantic City and next thing you know all the states get Uncivil.
Trooper York said...
I actually had the busiest day in the store so far this year.
So I had to keep posting in between ringing up sales.
Fitting all those bras is dangerous work. You could get hit with a flying boob.
Same here.
How we loved Sonny and Cher. She was great in Moonstruck.
I, I, I, I love you.
GET OVER IT! *WHAP!*
And I'm sitting there thinking, Man, that's Oscar material right there. And then the mom checks her spaghetti by flinging it on the wall and that ruined it because nobody does that. It's too easy to check by eating a strand with the advantage of telling you precisely how it's doing and the side advantage of not messing the wall unnecessarily. If somebody's mother did that then somebody's mother is no cook. I know, I know, I don't care how well she cooked, I'm telling you cooks know how to check doneness without tossing food around the whole room. Food fight! *flings cooked spaghetti*
"Do you love him?"
"I love him something awful, Ma."
"That's too bad."
"So I missed all the action this afternoon..."
It was horrific.
There was human sacrifice! Dogs and cats, living together! Mass hysteria!
Ed got slimed.
If only you could have seen Geraldo imitate Cher. Geraldo had never heard of her. He's deaf and saw her on t.v. by chance. Apparently she stretched her mouth vertically to say an "o" and twirled her hair fascinatingly like a mop. Geraldo pretended he was swallowing a microphone. He delivers a spot on imitation by exaggerated motions and without ever having actually heard her.
"The white man always called me Indian squaaaaaaaah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah"
Start the video at precisely .36 to see her mouth stretched as Geraldo captured. The link is cued.
Now, you will notice a completely authentic American Indian headdress and breastplate. The beadwork 100% authentic. Seldom will you see indian headdress bedazzled so authentically. Real eagle feather stored for centuries in portable teepees with fires inside them are always kept perfectly white and downy soft fluffily like that. Exactly like that. Indians like glittery things such as found all over the natural world. The whites are purest of white because the natural water is so pure, and the sequins is painstaking assembled from mica and tree sap. White and yellow sparkly bikinis, that's what authentic plains indians always looked like. They were famous for their blue evening eye makeup and their evenly applied foundation. And matching wrist cuffs. Very authentic, this Cher.
To Ed's credit, he took it remarkably well.
Chip, quit making fun of Cher...she on that horse is still a cool sight! My sis used to do a pretty good imitation of her...hold her neck kind of stiff and flip her hair back around with the back of her hand.
Totem poles are Pacific Northwest. It's in the Cher video wrongly. You do not see them anywhere else.
And the wooden indians outside cigar shops were stolen from real indians. It's a grievous wound.
I decided not to become cross when popular television shows, especially pubic television shows, mention axiomatically "due to rising sea level" or "due to climate change" or now even "due to colonialism and…" I used to *click* you just ruined the show for me with the ping ping ping hammer time pinging that is your collective obsession that must be exercised upon me.
And now I changed.
Just like that.
I realized they're not arguing. They're accepting the truth of cyclical ice ages. They're accepting our apparent placement on the cycle.
The early indian migration discussions showed this to me. They're discussing human development across American continents. They've accepted waves of Siberian migration. They've accepted the Aleutian land bridge opening and closing allowing for sporadic waves. They're tracking how far people got and how their various cultures developed across the North American continent and Central American and South American continents. Having accepted all that now any mention is of current climate change includes all that acceptance with it and mentioning it again is not necessarily a demand for one world government run by corrupted U.N. using climate alarmism to seize power. It's not necessarily that. It's just recognizing reality like we normal people do. So I can just calm down and stop being so cross with people all the time about sticking that bit of political propaganda into their unrelated production. I get wound up for nothing.
When incredible amounts of water are stored up as glaciers more than a mile high and covering the poles even so far south as New York then the islands connect and way becomes available. Conversely when they melt as they are melting now then water level really does rise and it covers those island increasingly until only a few dots remain and the land bride is closed to historic migration. This picture of waves of migration is becoming more clear. Due to the shapes of arrowheads. See: Clovis.
I imagine some kept to their boats and hugged the shore as far as they could go, even so far as Central and South America.
Unless they do shill for political takeover to advance their one world religion: Ecology, submit or die, then, no way.
Sonny looks like Bags?
Is that a new one?
I didn't love Sonny or Cher. No "we" about it.
Worse yet, I didn't like Moonstruck.
But I do know possum fur when I see it.
You could get hit with a flying boob.
And if I had to guess, I'd guess that Trooper York has already been hit with one too many, if not a host of them. A winged flock of flying boobs! Or maybe that's too much of a mental exaggeration and it's really only been one that keeps flap, flap, flapping.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3JLu-Y13mY
My opinion the best Cher impersonation.
i had to stop as soon as cher started swinging her hair around.
Good one, Jim.
I like the Ringo Starr interlude at 2:20.
Yes, that was a nice touch.
Chick, you missed nothing.
There were a couple of flapping boobs working in tandem in that thread. I am glad Lem shut it down.
Sonny acts drunk in that clip, IMO.
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