The clear SoCal skies mean we can get some repairs and inspections done, so it ain’t so bad. 😉
Today’s thread pic caused a voice in my head to start singing “Have Yourself A Grumpy Little Christmas”, which amused me. (Fortunately, said voice did not also advise me to go and smite unbelievers or wreak some other type of mayhem.)
A study has revealed US cops have the highest rates of obesity among any profession in the country.
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Along with firefighters and security guards, nearly 41 per cent of boys in blue are obese, according to a study in the American Journal of Preventive Medicine.
Well, I just heard from my doc that I have 4 more skin cancers. I went in on Monday to have a checkup on the last 4 surgeries and my quarterly skin check/biopsy fest. There may be more but she is prioritizing! I’ve got 1 on my back and three close together on my chest. With each surgery removing 2 to 3 oz. of flesh I will have lost about a pound to the 8 cancers. A tough way to lose weight. Still, better than having to cut back on food or booze.
Those “things” you mention (and NEVER mention them again in my presence) are the shit! They taste like shit. Every time I eat that shit I shit. So, I’ll stick with the cancer. Althooooough, the idea of mega-farting is very appealing.
Write a weight-loss book! I mean, it’s kind of a sure-fire method that entails no dietary discipline, right? You’ll make a fortune. People eat that stuff up (you should pardon the expression).
As a side note, I hope they’re tiny ones and causing you only little pains.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good day Jerry, Sven, Fatwa, and Mac!
I hope all y’all are doing well, ‘cuz you just know Jerry is! (aside from the pound of cancerous flesh)
Today is Christmas cookie baking day at teh O’Furnijure house and soon many of the horizontal surfaces will be covered with flour, cookie sheets, cookie dough, cookie cutters, icing in various colors, and cookies in various stages of decoration. None of the cookies will be broccoli shaped.
Based upon teh description, I’m glad I won’t have to clean your kitchen later today.
Here’s a little inspiration just in case you change your mind re broccoli cookies:
[Note to Mac: I did attempt to locate an image of Brussels sprouts-shaped cookies just for you; apparently, even on teh internetz, some things are beyond the pale.]
OMG! Having just won an argument with Darling Fatwa (by employing Limpid Eyes Tactic #4, see below), I rhetorically muttered to him, “Who rules Bartertown?” To which, he just stared blankly. That’s right, the man has never seen the Mad Max movies! Never.seen.them. I just don’t really know how to process it all. This, on top of the fact that he has never seen a single episode of Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad or even The Walking Dead.
I clearly need to get our satellite turned back on, because his lack of current cultural references is so wrong.
While I share his innocence of the TV shows, the Mad Max movie deprivation is SERIOUS, especially Road Warrior but number 3 as well. The idea of a government based on pig poop aught to be particularly appealing to him, real pork barrel politics.
Well played on the question, by the way. Masterful !
If you watch nothing else, you should consider finding and watching Breaking Bad. The language is awful, the life appalling, the violence is waaaaay over the top, no one is a good guy (except maybe this one person, but I don’t want to give anything away), and it is probably the best acting I have ever seen.
I have all three of course and while I don’t think I have watched the first all the way through more than once or twice I would have worn out the other two if they were not in digital form. Road Warrior is just a wonderful movie and as for Thunderdome, I just could not pass up a movie with Frank Thring in it. His voice ranks with the very best.
Darling Fatwa informs me that Paramount got it’s collective pink panties in a bunch and has pulled Team America from all theaters, so they can’t play it in place of The Interview. What a bunch of WEENIES. Fainting couch joins casting couch.
“The level of corporate cowardice here astonishes me. It’s a good thing these guys weren’t around when Charlie Chaplin made THE GREAT DICTATOR. If Kim Jong-Un scares them, Adolf Hitler would have had them shitting in their smallclothes.”
I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by him; the above kinda motivates me to put a couple of bucks in his pocket.
Where is everyone?
WAKE UP! Sleepyheads.
Good morning, Jerry!
Howdy Sven. I hope all is well out there in CA.
Just another day in paradise, Jerry. No rain today, which will make Fatwa sad.
Yeah, he’s like that.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, GN!
Hai, Jerry and Sven!
The clear SoCal skies mean we can get some repairs and inspections done, so it ain’t so bad. 😉
Today’s thread pic caused a voice in my head to start singing “Have Yourself A Grumpy Little Christmas”, which amused me. (Fortunately, said voice did not also advise me to go and smite unbelievers or wreak some other type of mayhem.)
Hey…the pitter-patter of rain around L.A. is the sound of opportunity. Which is most welcome after several dry winters.
Because feelthy lucre.
Yes, I often say to my wife: “Do you hear that rain? Sounds like money.”
Pennies from Heaven!
Teh yay!!1!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Even more than welfare mothers?
I suppose some folks consider “welfare mother” a profession…*sigh*.
It was back in West-by-god Virginie.
Well, I just heard from my doc that I have 4 more skin cancers. I went in on Monday to have a checkup on the last 4 surgeries and my quarterly skin check/biopsy fest. There may be more but she is prioritizing! I’ve got 1 on my back and three close together on my chest. With each surgery removing 2 to 3 oz. of flesh I will have lost about a pound to the 8 cancers. A tough way to lose weight. Still, better than having to cut back on food or booze.
Crikey, Jerry…couldn’t you just try more fiber and/or exercise for losing weight instead of skin surgery?
For instance, broccoli has vitamin C, fiber, lutein, beta carotene and makes you poot, so WIN! 😉
Those “things” you mention (and NEVER mention them again in my presence) are the shit! They taste like shit. Every time I eat that shit I shit. So, I’ll stick with the cancer. Althooooough, the idea of mega-farting is very appealing.
*Holds up hands with palms facing forward, but not in a “hands up, don’t shoot” arms-fully-extended-vertically sort of way*
Okay, okay…just trying to help. 😉
BTW, the tone of your immediately-preceding comment reminded me a bit of Denny Effin’ Crane; hope that he’s well.
Write a weight-loss book! I mean, it’s kind of a sure-fire method that entails no dietary discipline, right? You’ll make a fortune. People eat that stuff up (you should pardon the expression).
As a side note, I hope they’re tiny ones and causing you only little pains.
Hai, Mr. ThreadLad!
Heh -- “Defend Cancer Against The Jews”:
Heh!
The head of Dermatology at the hospital is a Muslim. So, I guess he’s having to fight both cancer and teh Jooooos. Where to start, where to start.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good day Jerry, Sven, Fatwa, and Mac!
I hope all y’all are doing well, ‘cuz you just know Jerry is! (aside from the pound of cancerous flesh)
Today is Christmas cookie baking day at teh O’Furnijure house and soon many of the horizontal surfaces will be covered with flour, cookie sheets, cookie dough, cookie cutters, icing in various colors, and cookies in various stages of decoration. None of the cookies will be broccoli shaped.
Awww, I want some. Not the broccoli cookies, all the others.
Hai, Paddy --
Based upon teh description, I’m glad I won’t have to clean your kitchen later today.
Here’s a little inspiration just in case you change your mind re broccoli cookies:
[Note to Mac: I did attempt to locate an image of Brussels sprouts-shaped cookies just for you; apparently, even on teh internetz, some things are beyond the pale.]
“Brussels sprouts-shaped cookies”
Aren’t those called Bourbon Balls?
If Brussels sprouts actually tasted of cocoa, bourbon or a combination thereof, they wouldn’t be vile.
Unless they also tasted of Brussels sprouts. 😉
Don’t diss teh SPROUTS!!
Waaaaaaaaaay too late.
Ewwww, sprout pod aliens! Run away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
OMG! Having just won an argument with Darling Fatwa (by employing Limpid Eyes Tactic #4, see below), I rhetorically muttered to him, “Who rules Bartertown?” To which, he just stared blankly. That’s right, the man has never seen the Mad Max movies! Never.seen.them. I just don’t really know how to process it all. This, on top of the fact that he has never seen a single episode of Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad or even The Walking Dead.
I clearly need to get our satellite turned back on, because his lack of current cultural references is so wrong.
While I share his innocence of the TV shows, the Mad Max movie deprivation is SERIOUS, especially Road Warrior but number 3 as well. The idea of a government based on pig poop aught to be particularly appealing to him, real pork barrel politics.
Well played on the question, by the way. Masterful !
If you watch nothing else, you should consider finding and watching Breaking Bad. The language is awful, the life appalling, the violence is waaaaay over the top, no one is a good guy (except maybe this one person, but I don’t want to give anything away), and it is probably the best acting I have ever seen.
I have all three of course and while I don’t think I have watched the first all the way through more than once or twice I would have worn out the other two if they were not in digital form. Road Warrior is just a wonderful movie and as for Thunderdome, I just could not pass up a movie with Frank Thring in it. His voice ranks with the very best.
You must correct this, gentle Brenda.
Exactly! It is my duty as a wife, I’m pretty sure.
Darling Fatwa informs me that Paramount got it’s collective pink panties in a bunch and has pulled Team America from all theaters, so they can’t play it in place of The Interview. What a bunch of WEENIES. Fainting couch joins casting couch.
George R.R. Martin owns the Jean Cocteau Cinema in Santa Fe, New Mexico and said he’d be happy to show “The Interview” anytime. He also said:
I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by him; the above kinda motivates me to put a couple of bucks in his pocket.