1000 Random posts in a week

[snowbear]

I need to make an appointment to donate blood.

 

[EchoingWhisper]

I can't donate blood.

 

[snowbear]

I can't donate blood.

Neither can my wife. We all have our own ways of giving back to a community; we do what we can.

 

[Demers18]

Neither can my wife. We all have our own ways of giving back to a community; we do what we can.

I never have, although I know I should. I've thought about it quite a few times. I should just get off my a$$ and do it.

 

[snowbear]

Does anyone else think it's strange that penguins are frequently pictured with polar bears around the holidays?

 

[Demers18]

Does anyone else think it's strange that penguins are frequently pictured with polar bears around the holidays?

LOL never thought about that

 

[snowbear]

Maybe the illustrators are at the zoo.

 

[EchoingWhisper]

500? Likely - 1000... WTF

 

[analog.universe]

Tru

 

[sm4him]

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh, frabjous day! Caloo, Calay!! He chortled, in his joy."

 

[CalamityCreekDesigns]

Red, or slightly orange.

 

[EchoingWhisper]

Blue, or slightly cyan.

 

[snowbear]

"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm."

 

[sm4him]

There are strange things done in the Midnight Sun
by the men who moil for gold.
The Arctic trails have their secret tales,
That would make your blood run cold.
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows;
Why he left his home to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say, in his homely way, that he'd "sooner live in hell."

I could quote the rest but I'll spare you...I can also quote the Jabberwock in its entirety, the entire 54 lines of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan" poem, and several others. They are all ones I learned over 30 years ago, in high school and they've just stuck with me.

Who *says* I'm not talented?!? :lmao:

 

[EchoingWhisper]

I say.