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!
Friday, August 24, 2018
I think I've met that dog
Sent to me via e-mail this morning, origin unknown:
If it was a cat, of course, it'd blame you when the "jalapenos" get a little too "hot" for its taste . . .
Sky Raisins...then why does everyone get so upset when they land on the biscuit dough? You should be able to fold them into the dough with a little cinnamon for a very nice dessert biscuit.
6 comments:
"Sky Raisins"!
I'll have to start calling them that.
Sehr Gut!
I've owned that dog...very tiring.
Sky Raisins...then why does everyone get so upset when they land on the biscuit dough? You should be able to fold them into the dough with a little cinnamon for a very nice dessert biscuit.
Well, Judy, some of us don't like raisins in things very much, not even the shrivelled grape kind. See: Garfield ("Swiss toast.")
Remembering an episode of MASH. Burns, tasting his tapioca: mmmm! With raisins! Cook: No sir. Flies.
There's an old story about the camp cook baking damper late at night for the cattle muster crew, and the stockmen complimenting him on adding raisins.
He was surprised, as he had done no such thing.
When they investigated, they found that the creek water he had used was full of tadpoles.
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