Hitting that urine sample vial was a challenge for you?
If it was taken in Maine it would have been "Wicked pissa!" :razz:
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Hitting that urine sample vial was a challenge for you?
If it was taken in Maine it would have been "Wicked pissa!" :razz:
LOL By taking a pisser I can now take care of you in critical care. What a joke on the patients. Can't wait for you to get here in Jan. Time for hogs to go down, hopefully.
Well, this hospital is a pisser. Nationally one score is needed to pass the test. This hospital requires a higher score. Took the test over, beat their required score by a bunch. Now I can take care of all you sick people in PCU LOL
Are you sure you want to take care of Clay? :)
I have something wrong with me nobody can fix
I'm French:lol:
I can't believe you admit that in public... :smile:
We are generally pretty tolerant here up Noth where he got transplanted from. As long as someone grows up learning the superfluity of too many r's, a person can be French or Irish or Italian or Hindu or black light purple with greens spots, yellow stripes and an extremely poor makeup job (we're bundled up much of the years so you can only tell in the summer - I'm certain the lady across the street was a brood sow in a former life and possibly this one though litters are very small - one - in this incarnation, not sure about the guy next door either, he only speaks to my dog and never directly to me, the dog likes him so I've decided he's OK, just pleasantly nuts) and you act civil except to Democrats and flaming liberals everyone just treats you like a human and pretty much minds their own business unless you get in their face, which generally you don't as long as you are minding yours, too.
Such a society likewise allows me to indulge the Italian (like Mark indulging his French) by also making gallons of good wine (yeah, French and Italians, Irish, Greeks, Brits, Slavs, hairy Northern Europeans, hairy Southern Europeans, Jamaicans, all have a great grandfather that made wine or beer or whiskey or rum or vodka too - such talents are still appreciated in a rural society even in this computer age) and also the Irish by consuming them in pleasant company and mass quantities over the holidays and most certainly through the Month of March (pronounced "Maaach") towards the end of which we are known to don our green clothing and celebrate our cultural New Year with the enthusiastic support of all of our less-than-sober and less-than-Irish friends and neighbors of diverse backgrounds and ethnicities. Then, after this three months of joyous cathartic bacchanalia, if you still live on a farm then slam comes lambing season and then preparing for and onto planting. That's why it happened when it did and does, at the bleakest, nastiest, sick-of-winter time of year when there isn't a lot of work to do on the farms, a lull before the snow melts and it all gets serious again all at once. It still to this day gives everyone a good way to let off steam together.
Shooting and anthropology all in one website.
Blueberry wine this year, we're very happy with it and might have enough to last into summer, more than enough to get through March.
What did you make this year Mark?
I haven't made anything since I moved
I would like to make some shine [smilie=s:
Apple pie would be my choice
make some applejack... wait, you need to be somewhere it gets cold to make that.
Use the freezer for applejack. Shine though is better