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Always glad to help. Some of my bests memories are from helping others. Some of my worst memories are from helping others. Life has a measure of complexity that turns my brain into jello, sometimes.

That is known as a yankie……kinda like a quickie, but performed solo without the baggage and expense

I usually take my Bluetooth speaker when checking cows, and play something that keeps them stepping. This morning, I asked Bailey “what song is it chuwanna hear?” Nope, not Skynyrd. She wanted to hear the cow patty song, so I obliged.

I had a great aunt that called them loaded cackleberries

Don't try the gas station sushi.

Yes. It’s not a bad problem to have. We can juggle more baggage than most. Learn the problem and then exploit it. Took me a couple decades.

Should play this gun safety video for the parents.

Sounds like hell. Don’t stare at the light. I don’t like anything sweet, or loud, and I wake early. I prefer a bit tart, quiet but friendly, and early to rise.

Depends on the lady.

Yes, it could, if we keep discussing it. The pilots had descriptive names for the jumpers (back when there were only two genders, of course). As I recall, there were "udders" and "rudders", and "whistlers" and "thumpers". You can use your imagination to out "who's who":ROFLMAO:

On the topic of doing things naked, I recently read about skydiving naked. Apparently it's a thing, kinda like the mile high club. The funniest part of the stories were them describing the different whiffle ball noises that some folks make during the fall.

You, or God?:ROFLMAO:

I still have a vivid memory of driving on an interstate highway, having just left New York heading west across the Hudson into New Jersey. It was six or eight lanes each way, and I watched a compact hatchback type car in the eastbound lanes on fire, flames coming out all the windows. It must...

Murray, You lost me at the butter and sour cream

My Darlin Companion reminded me of one great interaction we had shortly after we got hitched together. It was at a Wednesday evening church meeting, and the menu was newish young couples like us. The preacher teacher had a gaggle of us sitting in a circle. I was really uncomfortable. He asked...

Beautiful thing right there!

That looks like a ride-along cat. I had a cat when I was kid that followed me everywhere. She looked like a Siamese but was really Heinz.

Wife and I were driving together to hang a new gate yesterday evening, just to confuse the cows. This song came on and I started singing along “Love me tender, love me sweet, give me something good to eat…..” She did not think that was funny.