2008-04-15

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2008-04-15 12:39 am
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Лето началось - я открыл арбузный сезон. Сожрал половину большого сладкого арбуза. С чёрным хлебом. Чуть не треснул по швам, но доел. Харашо аднака...
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2008-04-15 02:48 pm
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Ay, carramba

MK Ham hits it:
Liberals routinely assume small towns are unfailingly desperate places filled with helpless people largely because they can think of no other explanation for people living in them. They project their own values on those communities, mistake proximity to a sushi bar with quality of life, and assume these people must be waiting for someone to rescue them.

But the man who owns a mechanic’s shop or a contracting business with his wife and raises a family in a house of his own on a decent chunk of land is not looking for the government to rescue him from anything. He has troubles, but he is not helpless; he may lack a Ph.D., but he is not stupid, and the suggestion thereof is not appreciated.
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2008-04-15 05:24 pm
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Mwa-haha

Tender for best title to this:

1. Eliott Wuz Here.
2. Specific Hookers use entrance in the rear.
3. Smells like teen spirit.

Your versions?



Image (c) Eric "Stack" Quinlan.
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2008-04-15 06:30 pm
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For all ye sea shanty lovers

Ten Thousand Miles Away

Sing ho! for a brave and gallant ship
With a fair and favorin' breeze
With a bully crew and a captain too
To carry me over the seas
To carry me over the seas, me boys,
To me true love far away
I'm taking a trip on a government ship
Ten thousand miles away

(Chorus)
And sing blow, me bully boys, blow
A-rovin' I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
To hear the music play
I'm off on the mornin' train
And I won't be back again
I'm takin' a trip on a Government ship
Ten thousand miles away


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2008-04-15 11:49 pm
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О пользе немецкой агрономии

Нет груши вкуснее сорта Forelle. "Это я тебе, голуба, говорю, как краевед" (с).

А оказалось, что груша Forelle - это, можно сказать, Мерседес Бенц среди груш:
Forelles are a very old variety, and are thought to have originated sometime in the 1600's in northern Saxony, Germany. The name Forelle translates to mean "trout" in the German language. It is believed that the variety earned this name because of the similarity between the pear's brilliant red lenticles and the colors of a Rainbow trout.

Forelles were introduced to the United States by German immigrants in the 1800's, and they are now produced in the Northwestern states of Oregon and Washington.