my great-grand-pappy used to say, when those coffee commercials came on in th 70s, "obviously the horse is the brains of the outfit" : was that institutional racism? he was a eastern european gyspy who came over on "the boat" and married his wife on it -both at the age of 17….in 1914, so guessing he had his share of bigotry but he could tell a good joke like "how do you make a Hungarian omelette?" i dunno. "First, you steal two eggs…."
and they wonder why we hate them….
breathed nancy's oxygen?
actually he said used to say "burro" so….I said horse since I still don't know the difference between mule, donkey, burro, etc. All equine, in my mind.
no sweat…thanx!! it was good because it brought back the memory and i could see him in his green leather chair and the pipe smoke swirling and him winking at me after the wife scolded him about being nasty and that is when i remembered he said burro. The mind works in a strange way because it was when the pipe smoke memory hit, the rest poured out. the guy used to mow his own grass, with a push mower (no engine) at the age of 97; have you ever tried pushing one of those things? Had a handshake like a vise.
Just heard that #6 is elected to make a full recovery
appreciating the clarity… (and pro bono!) : another four years is SO important to clean the rest of those scoundrels off the benches.
is Mike saying "I'm coming out, so you better get this party started?" or trying to get ahead of the normz finally knowing because someone is about to spill the beans? Or are these old photos fake? the prom pic looks more fake to me but just a random frog here croaking…
with that said, thinking gonna check the electric generator and propane tank to make sure it is ready to go