<Big ole grin> Hey Rookie, why dont ya tell us how ya REALLY feel???:rrose:

Sure,sure...

I'll be back...then again maybe not..pastrami/w american cheese on rye puts me back to sleep.:stiletto:

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Fever post....

just stuff...
 

I have recently rediscovered my Love of black olives...yes, regular old black olives in a can...the jumbo size...they were always on my special birthday menu as a little girl...now that I am a grown-up girl I can have them any time and wear them on my finger tips 'till I pop them into my mouth...lovely...

I made a really nice something for a very nice someone who is having a very nice special day pretty soon...she has been such a goodgirl after all ;>

I am mad for some cake these days...I keep planning to bake one, although I can't quite decide what kind, and then I get really lazy and don't bake but I keep yapping about how I want cake...now, who is to blame?--why Me as usual...

and...as of one more bite, I am out of olives

I am no where near as vapid as this post suggests...I just wanted to try and do nina-lite...I don't think it fits so well...

but, I did meet the criteria of the subject line : random posting cause I can !

Come to Corpus Christi. The sun is shining and it is 78 degrees today. The water is sparkling with a nice salty ocean breeze. I'm sitting here looking out my window at the Gulf of Mexico and trying to decide whether to turn on the air conditioner or not.

~wrapped in a thick Duvet, skulking around like a silk Worm...Only my glasses peeking out.... grows roots on couch watching horror anime + comedy classics, pops out a left hand....cranks up the middle finger at Winter...grabbing a frosted IBC....ponders texas~

'nuff said..

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What is poop made of?:fart:

About 3/4 of your average turd is made of water. Of course, this value is highly variable - the water content of diarrhea is much higher, and the amount of water in poop that has been retained (voluntarily or otherwise) is lower. Water is absorbed out of fecal material as it passes through the intestine, so the longer a turd resides inside before emerging, the drier it will be.:seeingstars:

Of the remaining portion of the turd, about 1/3 is composed of dead bacteria. These microcorpses come from the intestinal garden of microorganisms that assist us in the digestion of our food. Another 1/3 of the turd mass is made of stuff that we find indigestible, like cellulose, for instance. This indigestible material is called "fiber," and is useful in getting the turd to move along through the intestine, perhaps because it provides traction. The remaining portion of the turd is a mixture of fats such as cholesterol, inorganic salts like phosphates, live bacteria, dead cells and mucus from the lining of the intestine, and protein. :runforhills:

~courtesy of www.smellypoop.com

how to choose
 

as my fingers itch to post an early morning Yap I am not sure how to choose which subject to heading to clutter up: 5 things no one knows, randon posting, or what's on yer mind...

most of what I am tempted to post would fit in any one...maybe I should set up my own rotation schedule and satisfy the itch in each one and then back again?

and, if don't get it right, the itch will be scratched by someone redirecting away from the screen...

or

I could go and start a new purse...(looks around for june) ;>

okay, so I have dulled myself into submission...meaning that I will stop now...

a-l-t-h-o-u-g-h I did have One story I have an unsubmitted yen to share"

to the point:

at one time in my life, and it's been a pretty Long life (thank goodness) so there have been Many Points, I had a 357 magnum...having it dictated that I learn to use it...one time I was at the range...unattactive ear protectors on, flat shoes, long dress---fitting in as much as I am *ever* able to fit and not looking (let me Promise you) in any way appealing, or interesting....I had the gun up, and ready, was squinting to see the damn target, one eye open the other one squinched closed ...what happens? I feel a hand, yes. a. hand. pulling at one of the earprotector cups...I froze and then I heard in the unprotected ear a male voice saying " if you make that bullseye, I'll f**k you"...ohhhhh the clevver and vicious responses which ran through my stunned mind...my self-protectiveness won out as I figured anyone who would say that to a woman with a frigging Gun in her hand, and at a place where everyone had a gun, wasn't someone to get (more) worked up...I just put my gun down...took the ear protectors off and said 'didn't you see I have a gun in my hand'....to which he replied yes, and then went on to tell me how he was an award winning target shooter, and an instructor, and who knows what else because the more he talked the more I kind of fell asleep and just counted the seconds 'till I could get out of there...

now, someone might think that I should have stood my ground and fought or who knows what else...and, that might be right for some poeple...for me, I have one steadfast goal: get out alive and with the least amount of injury...I met my goal...and it added yet one more, 'really??Really" story to my neverending supply of them !! :)

and...on...we...go

one more thing--what are the language rules here?---can I type fuck, or do I have to do something tricky like f**k?...while I don't want to offend, and I really don't since I just don't, I don't feel like I am using my authentic voice (how was *that* for a dramatic statement??) when I have replace a letter with an *....just askin' is all....

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Who knew? :crap:

ewwww who wanted to.....just saying... but thank you for that enlightening information. :|

Check out this hot thread!!

http://www.butchfemmeplanet.com/foru...p?t=526&page=5

Did you know:
· Choosing Prime Rib over Baby Back Ribs at Outback will save you more than 2,000 calories

· You can save nearly 500 calories and more than 20 grams of fat just by ordering your banana split at Dairy Queen instead of Baskin-Robbins

· A Stouffer’s White Meat Chicken Pot Pie has as much saturated fat as 6 scoops of ice cream :cluck::cluck::cluck:
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life's too short for grudges