The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Growing up with a Golden Retriever, I used to throw superballs for her in our semi-finished basement. She could easily carry 4 in her mouth, but after that one would usually fall out when she picked up the next one,so she would go chase that one...then chase the one that fell out. Once she managed to get all of them contained, I'd be a jerk and throw another...6 seemed to be the absolute limit.
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Did you see when he got 210 bottles for Christmas? :D
Because I've got Flashblock, I saw only the post title, and first thought was, "He'll lose his mind trying to decide which ones to lick first..."
Growing up with a Golden Retriever, I used to throw superballs for her in our semi-finished basement. She could easily carry 4 in her mouth, but after that one would usually fall out when she picked up the next one,so she would go chase that one...then chase the one that fell out. Once she managed to get all of them contained, I'd be a jerk and throw another...6 seemed to be the absolute limit.
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