06-12-2010 02:11 PM
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09-16-2014 06:43 PM
Flours can be used to make beautiful flowers
09-19-2014 05:38 AM
"[The] flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him."
09-21-2014 06:25 AM
09-21-2014 11:54 AM
Her gaved to me teh NUTSES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!11!!!!!!1
09-21-2014 01:54 PM
09-21-2014 10:10 PM
09-27-2014 09:04 AM
Mount Bagel? I'd rather just jump on Old Paint and ride away!
09-28-2014 06:02 AM
A way for a while...... Jeepers! This board sure looks *noisy* these days.
09-28-2014 10:03 AM
"These days I seem to think a lot,
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to..."
09-30-2014 10:14 AM
"To be, or not to be, that is the question— Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep— No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes Calamity of so long life: For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, The insolence of Office, and the Spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his Quietus make With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of. Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all, And thus the Native hue of Resolution Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard their Currents turn awry, And lose the name of Action. Soft you now, The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in all thy Orisons Be thou all my sins remembered."
10-03-2014 11:00 AM
membered defined, technically: " A term applied to a bird when its legs are of a different tincture from that of the bird itself."
10-03-2014 11:10 AM - edited 10-03-2014 11:12 AM
It's Elf Week! (I just made that up.)
10-03-2014 02:48 PM
Up in the North Pole Santa's 'little friends' are talking bad about you!
10-06-2014 08:19 AM
You have to be in it to win it.
10-12-2014 01:04 PM
Nits are rather nasty little things that get into hair - but some of us don't have to worry about that anymore.....