traditional guess thread.....

Hmmmm . . . .

I'm very confused!:confused:

I wrote up this huge post with a poem that actually rhymed and then apparently NEVER posted it?:confused:

I need to drink more! :thumbup:

I was sober the entire day at work! . . . :grumpy:

Yeah, first time EVER!!!:eek:

Never again!!!!

Time to sleep. . . . I predict heavy drinking tomorrow!!!!:eek:

Let's drink!!!:thumbup:

Jerry:D


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Rough day already and need a distraction. The hardest thing about our move to Puerto Rico, even harder than turning a job down with one of those 3 letter agencies so I could move with my wife and be there to raise my son, I had to give my two English Bulldogs away!

Gave em to family, but My older one has been with me for 7 years. Likened to giving my kid up for adoption. Know he will be in a good home with my mom and sister but still.

So with that, how about a distraction Bossman?

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xxwarderxx said:
I think Jerry realized he doesn't have to try anymore after the Mystery Grab Bag success.

He'll tell us what the blade is, or he won't. He has all of our credit cards on file and knows we'll gladly let him charge them for just a taste of sweet infi. :D
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You might have somethere :) lol
 
Adian said:
Rough day already and need a distraction. The hardest thing about our move to Puerto Rico, even harder than turning a job down with one of those 3 letter agencies so I could move with my wife and be there to raise my son, I had to give my two English Bulldogs away!

Gave em to family, but My older one has been with me for 7 years. Likened to giving my kid up for adoption. Know he will be in a good home with my mom and sister but still.
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Sorry to hear that brother, at least they're with family that you can go visit whenever you can.
 
Jerry Busse said:
Hmmmm . . . .

I'm very confused!:confused:

I wrote up this huge post with a poem that actually rhymed and then apparently NEVER posted it?:confused:

I need to drink more! :thumbup:

I was sober the entire day at work! . . . :grumpy:

Yeah, first time EVER!!!:eek:

Never again!!!!

Time to sleep. . . . I predict heavy drinking tomorrow!!!!:eek:

Let's drink!!!:thumbup:

Jerry:D


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There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his dough in a bucket
Then his daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nan took it
 
Thanks for the Clue Boss.....
Not that it helped me much lol
I guess theres a chance one of the HOGS figures it out ...
 
I'm guessing it's a double edged blade. I found the poem "Never Ever" online and have pasted it below:

Never Ever
Brenda Shaughnessy, 1970

Alarmed, today is a new dawn,
and that affair recurs daily like clockwork,

undone at dusk, when a new restaurant
emerges in the malnourished night.

We said it would be this way, once this became
the way it was. So in a way we were

waiting for it. I still haven’t eaten, says the cook
in the kitchen. A compliant complaint.

I never eat, says the slender diner. It’s slander,
and she’s scared, like a bully pushing

lettuce around. The cook can’t look, blind with hunger
and anger. I told a waiter to wait

for me and I haven’t seen him since. O it has been forty
minutes it has been forty years.

Late is a synonym for dead which is a euphemism
for ever. Ever is a double-edged word,

at once itself and its own opposite: always
and always some other time.

In the category of cleave, then. To cut and to cling to,
somewhat mournfully.

That C won’t let leave alone. Even so, forever’s
now’s never, and remember is just

the future occluded or dreaming. The day has come:
a dusty gust of disgusting August,

functioning as a people-mover. Maybe we’re going
nowhere, but wherever I go

I see us everywhere. On occasions of fancyness,
or out to eat. As if people, stark, now-ish

people themselves were the forever of nothing,
the everything of nobody,

the very same self of us all, after all, at long
last the first.
 
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