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Give a man a fire and he’s warm for the day. But set fire to him and he’s warm for the rest of his life.

The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

The billows smooth and bright —

And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.

the way of mrs Cosmopolite

As available from Lobsang Dibbler

COWER, BRIEF MORTALS!

HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY OR NICE?

(now for a real random post)today i will be happier then a bird with a french fry.(my sis)

“Everybody believes in God, hopefully. But do you know how much God believes in us? The world still exists. That means God believes in us; believes we can fix everything.”

– Get High! The Wisdom of Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach Z”tl

My name’s Toph because it sounds like tough.

Go Steelers!

I’ll give justhaving the benefit of the doubt and assume he didn’t just post that….Go Ravens! Caw!

The Pobble who has no toes

Had once as many as we

When they said, ‘Some day you may lose them all;’–

He replied, — ‘Fish fiddle de-dee!’

And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink,

Lavender water tinged with pink,

For she said, ‘The World in general knows

There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!’

The Pobble who has no toes,

Swam across the Bristol Channel;

But before he set out he wrapped his nose,

In a piece of scarlet flannel.

For his Aunt Jobiska said, ‘No harm

‘Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;

‘And it’s perfectly known that a Pobble’s toes

‘Are safe, — provided he minds his nose.’

The Pobble swam fast and well

And when boats or ships came near him

He tinkedly-binkledy-winkled a bell

So that all the world could hear him.

And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,

When they saw him nearing the further side,–

‘He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska’s

‘Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!’

But before he touched the shore,

The shore of the Bristol Channel,

A sea-green Porpoise carried away

His wrapper of scarlet flannel.

And when he came to observe his feet

Formerly garnished with toes so neat

His face at once became forlorn

On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

And nobody ever knew

From that dark day to the present,

Whoso had taken the Pobble’s toes,

In a manner so far from pleasant.

Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,

Or crafty Mermaids stole them away —

Nobody knew; and nobody knows

How the Pebble was robbed of his twice five toes!

The Pobble who has no toes

Was placed in a friendly Bark,

And they rowed him back, and carried him up,

To his Aunt Jobiska’s Park.

And she made him a feast at his earnest wish

Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;–

And she said,– ‘It’s a fact the whole world knows,

‘That Pebbles are happier without their toes.’

Last night my toilet was broken into, and there are some places where an Englishman should feel secure.

and JMH, you really are weird

i love the sense of camaradie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front.

stay strong, brothers and sisters!

NAS – the phrase “hang on a second lads, I’ve got a great idea” should explain.

This is the self-preservation society, so get your skates on mate.

I come from a land down under…

well for a thread like this it outlasted my expectation (lets see if we can make it go for longer:)!![multiple exclamation marks, a sure sign of insanity])

It’s a giant mushroom!! Maybe it’s friendly!

family is like old slippers. they’re comfortable in the house but embaressing on the street.

I am a gummy bear, oh yes a gummy bear,

I’m a something something something kind of gummy bear..

theres no art to find the mind’s construction in the face

rrrring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding, rrrrrrrrrrrring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding… etc.

If anything can go wrong, -it will.