I could... but then I wouldn't be a serene, courteous and all around sweet person.You have her address???!!!! You can anonymously send her a bag of assorted cat, dog, and hamster shit. Like once per month
I could... but then I wouldn't be a serene, courteous and all around sweet person.You have her address???!!!! You can anonymously send her a bag of assorted cat, dog, and hamster shit. Like once per month
Be sure to find a hooker who'll be good to your caulk and some Bolivian Pink PuttyJust dropped the wife off at the airport. Commencing Operation Bachelor for the next 10 days. Gonna grab some blow and some hookers. And by that I mean replace the shower surround and sink faucet.
In '03 I took a motorcycle trip cross-country, with an excursion into Canada (north shore of Superior and visiting friends just south of Ottawa). I rode through Sudbury. By the place with the Big Smokestack I noticed some folks with a table and some placards. I stopped and chatted: nickel miners on strike. They had some really cool show&tell on nickel processing. I left there with a coupla balls of primary-production nickel in my pocket. It's now part of my woefully incomplete "periodic table" collection.Her shipping address was in Sudbury, I guess living that far north in a dirty mining town can make you bitchy.
i'm sure it will......especially from the looks of it...73 degrees @ 9 AM, it's nice outside with a slight breeze. Need to go check the buds that are hanging and the last of the NP plant. Not even sure I want to flower those clones out now, with how fluffy the buds are. I hope the taste will make up for it. Mornin.
Have you checked this outfit for materials to complete your periodic table:In '03 I took a motorcycle trip cross-country, with an excursion into Canada (north shore of Superior and visiting friends just south of Ottawa). I rode through Sudbury. By the place with the Big Smokestack I noticed some folks with a table and some placards. I stopped and chatted: nickel miners on strike. They had some really cool show&tell on nickel processing. I left there with a coupla balls of primary-production nickel in my pocket. It's now part of my woefully incomplete "periodic table" collection.
I prefer the silicoke. Never liked the Bolivian putty.Be sure to find a hooker who'll be good to your caulk and some Bolivian Pink Putty
I bet the winding roads in northern Ontario were a lot of fun to ride, did you stop by the big nickel for a photo? I was there when I was little. We were passing through on a road trip to Thunder Bay. I don't remember a lot, but I do remember how dirty and rundown it looked, the bad smell and being asked to leave a restaurant as soon as we finished eating because they closed early on Sunday.In '03 I took a motorcycle trip cross-country, with an excursion into Canada (north shore of Superior and visiting friends just south of Ottawa). I rode through Sudbury. By the place with the Big Smokestack I noticed some folks with a table and some placards. I stopped and chatted: nickel miners on strike. They had some really cool show&tell on nickel processing. I left there with a coupla balls of primary-production nickel in my pocket. It's now part of my woefully incomplete "periodic table" collection.
57 Deg here with 80% RH.80F and a wakeup this morning 73%RH outside....sheeesh....
my wife would love that kinda weather.....this heat is kickin her ass lately57 Deg here with 80% RH.
Nice and cool.
Sounds like my boat.I caught a 24pk +/- buzz. Probably should have eaten but didn’t so kind of feel shitty this morning lol.
No salmon this time it was sort of expected though.
Sounds like you had a killer day! It’s funny, i had always dreamt of having a pool and when I had bought a house with a pool i used the shit out of it the first couple summers and then hardly. It would be so fucking hot out which you think is perfect to go swimming and lounging in there but I wouldn't even want to go outside of my air conditioned home lol. The pool ended up being a pain in the ass. But now I miss not having one.
I always had good luck when I tried to eat lunch.Sounds like my boat.
It got to the point that I wouldn't even go out unless conditions were ideal.
Unfortunately, the fish I chase tend to like shitty weather.
Best action is when I'm constantly fucking with my trolling motor with a drift sock deployed.
Or take a leak.I always had good luck when I tried to eat lunch.
I think I looked at them over a decade ago.Have you checked this outfit for materials to complete your periodic table:
https://www.unitednuclear.com/
elements section: https://unitednuclear.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=89
chemicals and metals section: https://unitednuclear.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=16_17_69
Fun Fact: This outfit is owned by Bob Lazar (yes that one)
But fishing is about to "suck big-time"
Oh that's good stuff. One proper line should last you for years.I prefer the silicoke. Never liked the Bolivian putty.