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MADMAN'S POST BUMPER THREAD PART2

escapefromstress said:
I was a tweenie, brownie, girl guide and a ranger - our motto was, 'Be Prepared'.

I was a Boy Scout and that was our motto also.

My personal one is, no pulse, no way.
 
papasmerf said:
I was a Boy Scout and that was our motto also.

My personal one is, no pulse, no way.

Gotta go, back later. Defend my honour from anyone who might want to besmirch my reputation, until I get back. :wink2:
 
Breakfast

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That's better. But why was there a bikini bottom underneath my first piece of bacon. Deja vu....
 
Never did get the taste for scrapple. My first visit, years ago, to midstate Vriginia, I was eating at a local diner and they offered the breakfast special. When I asked what "that stuff" was, the waitress said "scrapple". I asked "what is it made of?" and she said "you don't want to know....".
 
papasmerf said:
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Just Scrapple, Homefries and toast?
its xmas eve.....perhaps egg Benedict with smoked salmon. Latte with dense foam served in a glass. Fruits would be awesome as well. Much appreciated and thank you.
 
peace said:
its xmas eve.....perhaps egg Benedict with smoked salmon. Latte with dense foam served in a glass. Fruits would be awesome as well. Much appreciated and thank you.

Sounds get make me one of them while you are at it.

Salmon are in the pool
 
papasmerf said:
Sounds get make me one of them while you are at it.

Salmon are in the pool

So was Madman. Annual bath, I guess. The salmon don't look so good:
 

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I"m HERE.....I can hear you bastards planning my demise!

GET ME MY COLD COFFEE.

I need a pill, I have a cold.

HELP PAPA RUB MY FEET....I need comforting.
 
PAPA, where are my reading glasses. My head hurts from all the reading I did this morning...
 
OK, my shift is over, I'm officially off until Monday! WOOHOOOO, have a great Christmas everyone and PAPA STAY OUT OF MY APPLE PIE CELLAR while I'm away!
 
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