It is not dead. It's just resting. I mean, pining for the fjords.Originally Posted by Bron
It is not dead. It's just resting. I mean, pining for the fjords.Originally Posted by Bron
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
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Of course it´s dead. If it wasn´t nailed to its perch it would be pushing up the daisies.
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken;
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away;
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen--
(picked from the internet at http://www.stmoroky.com/sirrobin/song.htm)
In school I was taught the metric system, because we yanks were surely going to adopt it soon!
I am often embarrassed when cooking or sewing, and have to figure out conversions between gallons/pints/cups, or feet/yard. I don't know these things!! Gimme a kitchen scale & metric any day! I'll even rave about the enhanced flavour and colour, and Like It!![]()