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What a game. WHAT A GAME!! !!

Heh heh heh....you said hard on......heh heh heh

It's baseball season.

Me, all the way.

You bet!

Et cetra: Ready for the oven. Yum.

Back to my Sicilian roots:

Back to my Sicilian roots:

I have not heard Romo broadcast yet, but some of my co-workers report he is a marked improvement over Simms.

HE got a sore throat and is expected to be out for four to six weeks, counting rehab in a college game broadcast. And ITS BASEBALL SEASON!!!

Even if ya figger da Heresy at $300 a pair dat leaves ya four 'Scalas at $350 a piece. Pretty gud deal, even if da finish is not furniture grade.

🎶76 trombones in the big parade...🎶

Ahhhhh the joys uv wire management.

What he said. No sense reinventing the wheel when a grading system already exists. All we need is an executive panel, of applicable stakeholders, to convene to modify such standards so as to render them useful as part of the inherent flow of this and other formats, going forward. (How's dat fer corp speak)

Happy Birthday! After the party, let us know what kind of speakers the Golden Corral has. Pix too.

Pity that I am in Phoenix. I would advise using them for a month or two and then deciding on disposition. It may be that you would like them. if not, then Dave has anecdotal data on relative worth in varied and distinct locales, as stated above.

Shiver me timbers, fire on the poop deck! Termites in me peg leg!

Ahoy Mates! It do be that feast day uv Cap'n Slappy and 'Ol Chumbucket. Indeed sez I, it be that day we've been chartin' a course for all year: http://talklikeapirate.com/wordpress/sample-page/ So hie thee to the rigging and prepare to be boarded! Grab yer favorite wench, shove off to yer favorite grog shop and invest the poop deck! Keelhaul the bilge rats, un- bury yer treasure and enjoy yer booty. Yo ho ho and a bottle uv rum. Fire up the horn pipe and call all hands on deck. Move smartly me lads for bung hole has been un stoppered and the grog be flowing. Pipe Cap'n Jack aboard, unfurl the Jolly Roger, spill a libation to Neptune, and let the festivities begin!

Me, allowing dogs onto walled, gated front porch, "They won't jump over the wa....Shiz-nit! Get back here!" Run to get leashes.....jump in car......cruise neighborhood......talk to guy at mailboxes. "They went that-a-way!" Find them and whistle. They hop in car, 1/2 mile from house. Drive 1 block and notice smell of fresh poo pervading car. Bulldog has suspicious schmear on chest. Most unsavory. Get home. Grab whippet's collar.......squish, gag. Note a copious amount of intestinal sculpture his collar and my hand. Drag critters into backyard, and hose the ******* down. Life Bouy, Irish Spring, Dawn and Brillo for the mitts. What a hideous way to end a day. (I work nights) But I still like de dogs, even if Dey are confined to the backyard for the day.

Here are a few of the common screw head types, available in most drive types:

Like dis?

Captain Beefheart?

The road to Cripple Creek from Canon City, Colorado.

I know what you mean. I watched that baseball game.

Swing By Carhenge: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carhenge