And Good Saturday to you all!
Coffee and cats. Such is life.
...like "My car keys are missing!" as I
search the men's shower room at the gym.
From of good friend of mine, and worldly traveler. This is a Norwegian art installation of a sledgehammer crushing a chrome swastika against Norwegian granite. It’s called Knus Nazimen, Crush Nazism, and it’s outside of the Oslo train station where the Osvald Group set off a bomb to protest the inauguration of Nazi puppet Vidkun Quisling.
...and it's gonna be one HELL of a ride!
I miss my bunnies. I had two when I lived down South.
Had them spayed and neutered so they could stay together in a
hutch in the back yard under a large orange tree. They provided some of the
BEST fertilizer! My roses were SPECTACULAR!
I know dogs like that...
Ah-yup...
Thank you, Wiley.
That and they got 40 minutes of peace.
Smart kid!
And now for something completely different...
the bloodiest movie ever made.
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And of course YouTube age-restricted that video. Humor is lost on them.
Oh, the bunnies. In fact, it was a little bit frightening (hey, yeah).
Voyeurism and your remark, hahaahaha! Plus I love that Crush Nazism statue.
Indeed it is!
I vaguely remembered that clip; we were all die-hard Python fans in High School. I did some digging and I am glad I did!
Rabbit fur is the ONE thing I am just incredibly allergic to. Living in FL, they stayed in their hutch year round - here in RI, I would have to bring them into the house over winter, and that would really do me in. I can't even hold the baby bunnies in the local pet store without my sinus going insane.
I would love to see that on the Mall in DC!
Ah yes, the young Patrick Dennis mixing a martini in the morning for a visit from Mr. Babcock of the Knickerbocker Bank in my all-time favorite comedy, "Auntie Mame." What gay kid(me) didn't love Rosalind Russell's fab wardrobe by Orry-Kelly and the ever-changing interior design of her residence at 3 Beekman Place. I could just live in that movie forever.
The very first time I ever mused that I may be gay was in 1984. I was driving somewhere along RI Rt. 114 (ran along the rivers in Barrington RI), listening to some radio station when they announced that the gloves Rosalind Russell wore in "Auntie Mame" were auctioned off for some staggeringly high price. I heard myself say "How FABULOUS!!"
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