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Deep Stoner Thoughts

Hermanthegerman

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As last solution, in Germany they were showing the Picture of a misused child, in tv and the media. Hoping to get tips 2 find the child. The pic was out of the darknet. A Little blond child, with blue eyes on the back. Terrible. It could be everywhere and at last it was a few miles away. 15 miles, 25 Kilometer. The guy who did the evil Things 2 the child was a Kind of a stepfather.

Evil is all around,....
 
M

moose eater

If during the mapping of the globe, the Brits had favored tequila over gin, rum, or scotch, scurvy would probably have been of far lesser concern.
 
M

moose eater

Sure, they'd still get Scurvy, but would not give a shit.:dance013:

Naw.. How could you possibly leave on a -long- voyage with a whole bunch of tequila, and NOT take along a sufficient and corresponding number of limes and lemons?? ;^>)
 

Bud Green

I dig dirt
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Why was Mayberry such a peaceful little town in the 60’s?



Because nobody was married!
Andy, Aunt Bea, Barney, Floyd, Howard, Goober, Gomer, Sam, Earnest T. Bass, Helen, Thelma Lou, Clara, and Opie were all single.
The only married person was Otis and he stayed drunk and practically lived at the jail…
 
I have to give my dog pain meds for hip problems. I have to give it to him with peanut butter so he will take it. Last night I wondered if my dog thinks all peanut butter gives him a buzz
 
M

moose eater

It was 14 degrees f. in town this morning. It was 5 degrees f. at my home, where I -normally- enjoy a winter-time inversion that typically has our place 5 to 12 degrees f. warmer than town.

And so Murphy (who seems to follow ME in particular, way too much of the time) would have it that on a busy morning, with too much to do to adequately accommodate normal routines, a family member had left their dome light on last night after unloading their vehicle, and, to compound matters, needed to be to town early this morning for an important meeting.

So at 7:45 A.M., with my family members preparing to launch, with the exception of me.. I don't 'launch,' instead more or less 'sliding' into the day, the youngest member of our family announced the other family member's vehicle had a dead battery (*the youngest had gone out to perform their sometimes-daily routine of assisting the other with starting their cold vehicle, discovering the circumstances at hand).

I was irritated; I told my family members that I don't get angry at floods, hurricanes, naturally occurring forest fires (human generated fires are another matter), or other natural phenomenon, but when otherwise avoidable human-generated BS throws up major road-blocks, I get angry. And I was.

The vehicle in question, additionally, has a shield over the battery compartment that requires the nearly-guaranteed destruction of 6 two-piece locking, plastic push-pins in order to access the battery area. (*Yes, some place out there, in this world, is a team of engineers working for a well-known motor vehicle manufacturing company, who I think should meet Sharia law... sooner than later).

So, at 5 degrees above zero, nice, warm fleece gloves off to the side on a snowy bumper, my right hand living up to my earlier expectations from this fall, that the numbness generated by the nerve compression in my cervical spine would not permit for proper signals for 'heating,' casting into question whether the annual seasonal acclimation of my extremities would take place, and my right hand having been more or less cold all Fall when outdoors, I began meticulously disassembling the battery cover from Hell, cussing much of the time, thereby making matters and harmony all the worse.

As my wife sometimes reminds me during my situational fits, there are few poor circumstances I cannot make worse with my reaction to them.

Once the cover was finally removed, I applied the portable battery booster pack (which had been frozen in my truck's back seat) to the dead battery, having caused minimal but uncertain damage to the push pins.

The Beast fired right up on the second revolution; fuel injection in the cold is the only way. How did we ever get by in the arctic with carbureted vehicles?

Egg on my face from my tantrum, I bid my family members adieu, and grumbled my way back into the house to recharge the booster pack, and drink the last of the cold coffee.

It was at that moment that I discovered my right didn't 'feel' colder than my left any more!! No need for premature celebration, yet, though, I told myself, as partial 'numbness' has been the status of this right hand for about 5 months now. But the sensation of discomfort from perceived cold was absent!!

The Yin and Yang of this otherwise shitty moment in time had led to taxing of the 'internal heating system' and nerves in my neck, shoulder, arm and hand, and had more or less caused what seems like a jump-starting of the internal system that calls for, and responds to the need for heat!! Boosting the battery had led to boosting my circulatory system, as well.

Maybe most unnecessary nonsense in life is ultimately answered by some form of balance at the end of the proverbial muddy trail? Maybe I miss the rewards sometimes, and only perceive that the balance of the Cosmos is out of whack? In any case, a shitty morning led to my right hand getting proper 'internal heating'..... finally.... for the first time this fall.

Cool...
 
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