One of the more interesting subjects that doesn't come up often is...






Water Softeners!

How much wood can a wood chuck chuck?

Speaking of softeners, with the number of old guys here, I don't recall any discussion of stool softeners:D

The next 50 years or so of Vash's life will be interesting....:)

Good. You are updated. :D

VHS Vs Betamax

you kidding me? i fell asleep at 8:45pm last night. that is the opposite of interesting.

You have no idea the power of the fluffer union.

Well, I did pick something up in Calgary but it wasn’t a stripper...

( I’m still thinking about that barmaid in Alaska with those beautiful eyes who sat down next to me at the bar after her shift , prepared her plate of food, a little friendly small talk with untalkative me, before departing with the comment “well, I guess I’ll go back to my room ALONE and watch Netflix...”

Ok, you do that. Have a nice night

(D’oh!!!! I’m just not very perceptive)

I understand where you are coming from. Some thing are meant to be. The dark side is what you don't know about strangers. Possible STD's, possible HIV and AIDS etc

OTOH we are not getting any younger! :confused::eek:

Instead, Wayner had to sleep with me that night.

Oh joy!

...and when I got up for a piss a wolf followed me back to the tent... for real!

In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in".
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
Don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

Here is why we couldn’t camp at our next stop the following night...

https://youtu.be/1z_i241Qe7g

Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, kids eat ivy too...

Here's one. When you die, what happens to your online presence? I have several friends that still have a FB page years after they have passed. What about your Pelican ID?

Personally my wife knows all my accounts and passwords. She will close them for me when that time comes. Now if we go down in flames together...I will linger for eternity on the interwebs.

The ancient Egyptians believed after your passing to the afterlife your soul lives on as long as people are saying your name... so we maybe we are onto something here. ;)