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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Friend of mine sent me an article last week explaining a newly discovered fact that the hot air hand dryers so prevalent in restrooms blow fecal bacteria on the hands of those who use them. It’s always something, it seems.
Those really high power hand dryers you drop your hands into look like a euro urinal. Don’t ask anything more about that…
Watching those truckers hit the bridges! Others’ really bad days are such delightful comedy, and the only thing better would be to hear some Slav guy swear in Russian after the mishap.
If you are wearing a tiara or a crown, do not stuff your head up your ass.
Exception. S.J. Lee, fat-ass congressmoron from TX, wearing a massive Stetson, successfully shoved a stove up her nether pipe and commenced waddling down Main Street in the signature way that has made her a source of hissing and regret to all right-thinking persons..
80% of the touchscreen menu kiosks at McDonald’s tested positive for e-coli.
Same thing with the ice bins at the drink stations.
The more “self serve” there is the more shit you might ingest.
Just stay home and the worst that can happen is you consume your own nastiness.
No, that won’t work neither.
While cleaning up a used car he had bought for his daughter, my brother found a shit filled pair of women’s underpants under the back seat. I told him that’s to be expected when someone (anyone) prefers anal. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Remus #1: Avoid crowds. (more than 3 people in a 500 square foot area is a crowd)
I’m a little out of touch with what the younger generation is doing. So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?
“So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?”
Any kind of food (and most drinks) in a library will draw bugs. Which damage books, microfilms, and all the other stuff on library shelves. So I’m thinking there was a recent infestation that got traced to Oreos.
Apropos of the Evil Little Brother: Can’t help wondering whether the Whitehouse Movers at 0:12 were hauling Bammy’s stuff to his new digs.
Casey,
I’ve seen airport urinals in Amsterdam and more recently in Singapore that had the silhouette of a fly embedded in the ceramic. I suppose to make you want to aim and hit the fly versus aimlessly pissing all over the floor.