Good Morning, All..
Well, the blogger is messed up this morning...
Hard time posting pictures.....Going to be a nice day.....
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Petewete, I don't think you want these hot sausages for breakfast...
so we'll fix you some Mush......
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Guess what he wants for breakfast.....
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I don't blame ya..... Thats bad.....
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Gotta keep warm....
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Damn...now I'll have that song in my head all day..
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Yep, dogs like to dig...
If you got a mole in the yard the dog
will just about dig the whole yard up...
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This is an Awww picture.....
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He's flying.....
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Gotta watch them bad Squirrels
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That's what it is...Eno..
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I'll Leave on this one, he looks mad.....
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~~ WEBSTERS: Definition of a perfect Wife......
One who helps the husband with the dishes.
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~~ Diesel is SO expensive now that BP has actually started
inspecting their oil rigs.
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~~ Move over Weight Watchers, there is a new way to lose
weight.....It's called the....
"I can't afford to buy groceries to feed myself because I just
filled my gas tank" diet
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~~ "Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid now wants to
outlaw prostitution.
Let's make politicians illegal and keep the hookers.
At least they're upfront about screwing you." —Jay Leno
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~~ I was in the pub with my gal last night.
I said, "I love you."
She said, "Is that you or the beer talking?"
I said, "It's me, and I'm talking to the beer."
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~~ A little girl was in church with her mother when she
started feeling ill.
"Mommy," she said, "can we leave now?"
"No" her mother replied.
"Well, I think I have to throw up!"
"Then go out the front door and around to the back of the
church and throw up behind a bush."
After about 60 seconds the little girl returned to her seat.
"Did you throw up?" Mom asked.
"Yes."
"How could you have gone all the way to the back of the
church and returned so quickly?"
"I didn't have to go out of the church, Mommy.
They have a box next to the front door that says,
'For the Sick'."
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~~ Mothers......
* Abraham Lincoln's mother: "Again with the hat?
Why can't you wear a baseball cap like the other kids?"
* Moses' mother: "That's a nice story.
Now tell me where you have really been for the last forty
years."
* Mona Lisa's mother: "After all that money your father and
I spent on braces, that's the biggest smile you can give us?"
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~~ KIDS UNDERSTAND LOVE.......
Since a very long time ago, people have searched for the
meaning of love.
But even the great philosophers, with their profound
definitions, could not fully touch its true essence.
In a survey of 4-8 year olds, kids share their views on love.
But what do little kids know about love?
Read on and be surprised that despite their young and
innocent minds, kids already have a simple but deep grasp
of that four-letter word.
* "Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on
shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
* "Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most
of your fries without making them give you any of theirs."
* "Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad
but you don't yell at him because you know it would hurt
his feelings."
* "Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy
and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure
the taste is OK."
* "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt,
then he wears it everyday."
*"Love is if you hold hands and sit beside each other in
the cafeteria.
That means you're in love.
Otherwise, you can sit across from each other and be okay."
* "Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty
and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redbird."
* "I know my older sister loves me because she gives me
all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
* "When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and
down and little stars come out of you."
* "You can break love, but it won't die."
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Todays Thought; On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.
Rae's Trivia.... Gold is so pliable that it can be made into sewing thread..
An ounce of gold can be stretched over 50 miles.
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1 comment:
glad your back Gus missed your blog. ;)
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