Car Thread

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Exactly.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Bah!

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Bah!

Go sit out in the sun for a while; get a little air up your giggy (an expression my grandmother used to say to me.) It works wonders.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Bah!

Go sit out in the sun for a while; get a little air up your giggy (an expression my grandmother used to say to me.) It works wonders.

Humbug! Humbug, I tell you!

Good grief! Go outside and work on my basal cell carcinoma? Ok, after I get done working on manuscripts, I may, mind you, may, go out on the deck with a cold drink and a book and sit in the shade hopefully not to be consumed by squadrons of aerial bloodsuckers.

Anyway, I also need to let some paint dry....

[MurphOnMillerAve]

"Consumed by squadrons of aerial bloodsuckers," boy, isn't that the truth. Clearly, it is their planet, not ours. They totally rule. I'll bet even the dinosaurs were pestered by them. Herds of various mammals stampede because of them. Egad. I sit on our deck, under the canopy, and have some peace - approx. 2 minutes; then, they start in. Yet, being out in the air is still good.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

I thought better of it and just mowed the front lawn instead.

[robert.]

"Consumed by squadrons of aerial bloodsuckers," boy, isn't that the truth. Clearly, it is their planet, not ours. They totally rule. I'll bet even the dinosaurs were pestered by them. Herds of various mammals stampede because of them. Egad. I sit on our deck, under the canopy, and have some peace - approx. 2 minutes; then, they start in. Yet, being out in the air is still good.

You just solved 2 of your major problems with a few statements. While you walk through bear country. Carry a jar filled with mosquitoes. Dig a moat around your property. Then fill it with mosquitoes. This in theory should get those pesky deer out of your yard. When a bear approaches you in the woods. Toss that Molotov cocktail of skeeters at him.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

"Consumed by squadrons of aerial bloodsuckers," boy, isn't that the truth. Clearly, it is their planet, not ours. They totally rule. I'll bet even the dinosaurs were pestered by them. Herds of various mammals stampede because of them. Egad. I sit on our deck, under the canopy, and have some peace - approx. 2 minutes; then, they start in. Yet, being out in the air is still good.

You just solved 2 of your major problems with a few statements. While you walk through bear country. Carry a jar filled with mosquitoes. Dig a moat around your property. Then fill it with mosquitoes. This in theory should get those pesky deer out of your yard. When a bear approaches you in the woods. Toss that Molotov cocktail of skeeters at him.

Replace mosquitoes with white faced hornets.

[webenda]

You all failed the common sense test - entire topic should have been in the "How Stupid Are They? " thread further down the page and not the "Car Thread".

I could not agree more.

Another consideration is that someone with common sense would not waste their time taking such a stupid test.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

You all failed the common sense test - entire topic should have been in the "How Stupid Are They? " thread further down the page and not the "Car Thread".

I could not agree more.

Another consideration is that someone with common sense would not waste their time taking such a stupid test.

Depends on the leader. Who led us here?

[healey36]

Barney Oldfield, 1914 Indy 500:



Bain News Service photo from May 26, 1914. Berna Eli "Barney" Oldfield...da man...

Healey

[Tom Dempsey]

The driving suits fit a little tighter nowadays

[MurphOnMillerAve]

I think the stogies stuffed in the mouth are passé, too.

[healey36]

My grandfather was a White-Owl man...get a whiff of that today and it takes me back fifty years. Sometimes I'll take a White-Owl, light it, and just let it burn to ash in an ash-tray. Feels like he's back in the house with me.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

My grandfather was a White-Owl man...get a whiff of that today and it takes me back fifty years. Sometimes I'll take a White-Owl, light it, and just let it burn to ash in an ash-tray. Feels like he's back in the house with me.

That must be a wonderful feeling.
I've heard it asserted that fragrances and flavors are very strong links - avenues - to memories and feelings from the past.

I've also heard it said that our favorite foods are those that evoke memories of happy times and treasured people from childhood, that those favorite foods are something we search for, in the present, and that we use their memory when we want to eat that favorite food again. The remembered flavor is the benchmark by which we judge any attempts at those foods. For me, it is stuffed cabbage and sauerkraut, with pork roast; nut rolls and poppy seed rolls, made the way my maternal grandmother and my mother made them.

I find all that amazing because I am of the opinion that colors, like flavors, cannot be described precisely in words. Try it sometime. Describe the flavor of an orange to somebody who has never had one. Try describing the color orange to somebody who has no color vision, or even to a normally sighted person.
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