Something is just not right about that Boy

Ok, what's your other talents.....hummmmmm?

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Remember the good old elementary school days, the days when you tried to eat everything at least once. I preferred paste, but some of my fellow peers had their own tastes. We all remember the the kids in our class that ate boogers. Boogers in those days weren't considered gross, nor were many of them afraid to show off their nose picking habits either. I'm not talking about sneaking a hanger once in awhile, I'm talking a deep digger! I learned early on not to borrow anyones pencils. I personally never was a booger eater, and I will never be, because the thought is disgusting, but there are some people out there that are open to try new things. And today, there is sufficient evidence to show that consuming boogers, also called, mueophagy, on a regular basis is actually a good thing for your health.

A doctor in Australia has come up with sufficient research that states that what we don't know is that after we eat it, the boogers actually acts like a low grade flu shot. We eat the bacteria, the immune system fights off the bacteria, causing our immune system to strengthen. It acts just like a medicine would.

You see, your nose acts like a filter to in the air you breathe, just like an air filter your home. It catches and collect dust and bacteria that your nose doesn't feel is a good idea to suck into your lungs, over time it all collects and settles to what we call a booger. Then the person picks their booger, eats it, and the process starts all over again. Another great advantage to picking your nose is that you get all those hard to reach places, hankies and tissues don't get. This causes a much cleaner nose and easier breathing. Sounds like a good deal to me.

Today people are sick because they cannot fight off bacteria anymore because they lost the benefits of a strong immune system. The cause, the use of too many antibiotics, and not letting our body fend for ourselves. Back in the day of the cavemen, and when we weren't exposed to the likings of today's behavior, I'm sure they were booger eaters. In fact I'm positive they were because only manners have made booger eating a bad thing.

So think of a local food fest......OK. now I'm going a little too far with this......

Christmas is a day for family (well at least the ones you like), friends, food, giving and receiving. But, there are some things we hope we don't have to see.[/B]

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This post is inspired in part by Nerak's cute little post Walking with Lonnie and Karen about an afternoon walk with her sweetie. Ok,Ok. I stole her idea.
So she can sue me!
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Uptown with Aunt Tilly.





It was such a beautiful morning, we decided before we would leave
for town to have coffee outside. This is Aunt Tilly's patio garden.
Her green thumb never ceases to amaze me.........

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By Wally G.

Everyday people get the shit kicked out of them by second-rate implements. Be it discount baseball bats, flimsy aluminum pipes, or after market no-waffle head hammers, nearly everyone has at one time or another gone through the de-humanizing experience of being severely pummeled with a lesser quality product.
Well, I’m proud to say the crowbar that landed me in the hospital three weeks ago retailed for 29.95, and is sold only in the better hardware store nationwide.
Let me tell you, this is the kind of crowbar you’d tell everyone about if your lower jaw hadn’t been smashed and wired shut.

Sure, it hurt my ego when the Titan SureGrip model 43 crowbar was first driven unexpectedly into the back of my head. And yes, I did cry about it for a couple of hours afterwards, but that night, I was hit by something even harder than that 20 inch, curved piece of high-carbon steel: the realization that there’s no shame in being beat down by the best crowbar money can buy!

While I originally harbored some resentment toward my assailant for knocking out 12 of my teeth, all it took was one look at that blazing orange and white Titan logo arching toward my face to realize I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Even while chocking on my vital fluids and drifting in and out of consciousness, it was hard to ignore Titans superior quality and craftsmanship with each two-handed, overhead blow to my ribcage. Pleading desperately for mercy, I was immediately struck by the crowbars sturdy hexagonal cross-section structure, which prevented any bending of the shaft. Most of all, I was impressed by how its cushioned Sure-grip handle allowed my assailant to confidently pummel away at my helpless facedown frame without fear that it would slip loose.
No way! Not the SureGrip 43!

The way I look at it, if you’re going to lose three pints of blood, you might as well lose it to the crowbar most trusted by demolition professionals the world over. After all, how many people can really say they were bludgeoned within an inch of their lives by the only crowbar to receive a perfect Five-Star rating in Hard Hat News Magazine?

Everybody says it must have been some psychopath that beat me and left me a bloody mess. And while at first that seems to make sense. But ask yourself this: Would your run of the mill psychopath purchase the highest quality crowbar on the market today?
I think not!

At the end of the day, after countless radiology exams and CAT scans, that’s what separates me from the other wimps in my ward. And while it’s possible that many of us will forget our names or what year it is again, I alone will always remember the superior brand name responsible for the debilitating trauma to my frontal lobe.

Sure I may never be able to walk unassisted, but after months of physical therapy, I will hold my head high. Thing could have been worse, I might have had to live out my life with the humiliation of nearly checking out of this world at the hands of an imported inferior quality mass produced, stamped cast steel crowbar!