I'll bake you a cake- l don't need to hide a file inside it- the cake itself will be as hard and sharp as a file- On the other hand, l trust your silver tongue will get you out. You'll have them convinced that you are the only one who is sane in the place!
Well I think they're all interesting. I don't; only Pierre has any good stories. And only Jose has a sense of humour! Aww, can you keep it down, guys? We're into a big pinochle game over here.
It was exciting, from what I could see. I still can't figure out where they were broadcasting from, it made the viewing difficult. All went well, that's all that really matters.
Understood and agreed, BB. And most clearly stated; thank you. My alter egos are tripping me up more and more these days.
I was totally incorrect to glibly read torment and type torture. Please feel free to immerse yourself in the torment of choice, or not, as you see fit. I've never been comfortable giving orders.
Rob read carefully. I didn't say your question was torture, I said ; "making a choice" was torment. IMHO choosing between 2 desired activities would be self inflicted torment, in other words, an agonizingly difficult task. The O stands for opinion correct? I was merely expressing mine.
l think we should honor Sandwich Month. How about a sand sandwich- Salted sand washed up on shore by the hurricane- Which l understand is running with all its might to overwhelm many of us- Who will lose electricity and wish they had made sandwiches before the storm hit.
Juba, I know from having been in sleet storms, and hearing someone ELSE say it's just like shot salt. No hillbilly weddings in my closet. Thanks for asking though :-)
If you remember the mattresses you might be interested in Mischka's puzzle today, titled "August is National Sandwich Month".
Is was in Hurricane Carla when I was two. All I remember is my brother stuffing me between two mattresses in the hallway. How do you know what salt from a shotgun feels like Rob?
Having been in many blizzards, where the snow can bury you in half an hour while you slowly freeze in the 40 mph winds... and some sleet storms (sleet is little droplets of frozen rain. They sting like salt fired from a shotgun) almost as fierce as blizzards and even more damaging to skin, I have a healthy respect for hurricanes. Tornadoes too. Just like anacondas and African crocodiles, I'd prefer to live my life without ever encountering hurricanes. Several dozen miles away whenever possible is the motto up here in the Great White North.
I wish I'd remembered the Park Party was to be tomorrow. I would have posted an appropriate Fuchs Park puzzle, but we can return to the Summer Has Been Cancelled, if Spaceman John doesn't mind.
Good idea in view of all that's going on- peaceful protesters might have crashed- not that they are not welcome but with distancing and all... Strange times.
Thank you Mischka- if anyone asks me l will tell them.
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