This recipe for turkey bone soup is getting a lot of hits. It is a good recipe and if you follow it, you will have a good pot of soup that will rock everyone's face off. I'm making mine tomorrow. Hopefully, if I bust up the turkey bones thoroughly enough, the resulting broth will help heal my busted-up tail bone (yes, I really think like that).
Contrary to what some might believe and although I detest the war, I have nothing but goodwill for the troops. About a year ago, a buddy of mine who is liberal as hell and whose son is an enlisted man was on a campaign to get people to "adopt a Marine." She had a list of names and addresses. Get a name: send a care package. I asked for a name. My care package included some old Penthouse Forums, a few airplane bottles of booze, a tin of striped candy sticks, a bag of Jelly Bellies, squeeze cheese, Chex Mix, a box of Triscuits, a one-pound container of whipped vanilla frosting, a couple copies of my books, some funny little painted cats, a silly CD of music, a tiny ape Beanie Baby and some other stuff I can't remember. Hope that marine got it all.
I fixed my laptop all by myself. Yay! This helped A LOT.
This post reminded me of when I would rinse my hair with vodka. It was supposed to make it super shiny. Can't remember if it worked.
Peeps, my bathroom really needs an upgrade.
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Your bathroom really needs an upgrade. More than our bathroom needs and upgrade, and that's saying something.
I'm peering at that photo and noticing bare legs below a big sweatshirt. I hope you know that this is far sexier than any leather bustier and set of sky-high hooker shoes.
This required some fairly extensive post-coitus processing. It’s taken from a moment before when I was in the RAW. I still haven’t figured out how to remove my clothing without introducing sex, so this has more carnal history than I’d like. I ramped up the use of personal lubricant and that altered the climax dramatically. I positioned myself to remove some cramping along the inside of my calves. I might try to squeeze tighter yet to get more from the denouement.
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Compared to some of the bathrooms I've lived with in my lifetime, that one doesn't look so bad to me.
Anyway, a belated happy anniversary and all the best for a peaceful and joyous holiday season.
who cares about bathroom upgrades as long as everything works and no one's health is compromised.
What was the question?
The question, Phil, is whether or not O'Brien should have removed that bulky sweatshirt before snapping that bathroom pic.
I dunno about "Adopt a Marine"--they are so cute when they are little, but I am afraid when he got big he would figure out I am not his real dad and he would hate me.
And then I would have a trained killing machine that hates me...
Just kidding it sounds like a good idea.
deangc, damn good eye, o'brien's homage left me flummoxed. I think we all know the answer to the sweatshirt issue...
If it's any solace, Erin, my bathrooms are in dire need of an upgrade as well. Come to think of it, so is my whole house. Unfortunately I'm not there at the moment to do anything about it.
I totally recommend not using wallpaper - I did with ours, and the steam from the shower started it peeling along the seams in no time. I'm going with paint next time!
Hope you're no longer using "the donut." And congrats on your computer repair - if anything happens to mine I'll know who to call.
Al
TRAG
Back in Liberal Hell
Ha! You're so funny, Erin. haha.
That is so super of you to throw a goodie bag for a troop. I respect that in a human ;)
Yeah, I detest the war also, but I can't say anything wrong about the troops. They're out there, and having to kill, for nothing. It kills me.
xoxoxox
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