I once got to play around in german bunkers left over from WWII in Norway. The were on a distant cousins farm, not a tourist attraction.
Climbing down from the bridge, but keeping the torch lit until Dusty's fate is settled
I once wrecked into a sheriff's car (while the sheriff was inside) without getting any trouble whatsoever. It was totally my fault, but the sheriff drove my car to a legal parking spot, visited me at the hospital, gave me my keys, and his department sent me a card, telling me they hoped I was okay.
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I don't know where to begin with this thread. Weatherperson affairs...multiple fingers...missing fingers...ligament baseball hits...wow. I had no idea this board was so, er, diverse.
I have all my (unwebbed) digits, my ancestors were poor immigrants from Italy and Great Britain, and I was the worst juggler in clown school. I will say, though, that while FCB was breaking bread with Billy Dee Williams, I was having a recurring nightmare about him that haunts me to this day.
There is no such thing as a pitching prospect.
I'm a darn fine juggler. Not chainsaws or long knives, but spiffy otherwise. Picked it up in shop class one year.
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"Sit over here next to Johnathan (Bench)...sit right here, he's smart."--Sparky Anderson
When I see a juggler at the circus or TV and everyone's "ho-hum" when he puts up 7 balls...I'm like "WOW".
"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it."
I've always wanted to be able to juggle, but I can never seem to toss the balls or beanbags up consistently enough to get a rhythm going.
Burn down the disco. Hang the blessed DJ. Because the music that he constantly plays, it says nothing to me about my life.