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Joined 23 Sep '06 Moves 18677 Originally posted by divegeester
Ok I'll play... Are you sure?
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Joined 27 Mar '03 Moves 17242 Originally posted by HandyAndy
Are you sure? Quit trolling
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Joined 27 Mar '03 Moves 17242 Originally posted by HandyAndy
Are you sure? Oops, didn't realize who you replied to, carry on.
Joined 23 Sep '06 Moves 18677 Originally posted by Phlabibit
Oops, didn't realize who you replied to, carry on. You talkin' to
me ?
Not of this World
Joined 11 Apr '09 Moves 38013 Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
"She loves to make soup, especially cream of yesterday." —Milton Berle
They serve a wonderful soup down at the Blue Goose. It's a Vietnamese specialty. Cream of Sumyung Gai.
Joined 16 Feb '08 Moves 116784 Originally posted by HandyAndy
Are you sure? I am now. My bad.
Joined 18 Jan '07 Moves 12447 Originally posted by sumydid
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
"She loves to make soup, especially cream of yesterday." —Milton Berle
They serve a wonderful soup down at the Blue Goose. It's a Vietnamese specialty. Cream of Sumyung Gai.I thought that was Thai?
Richard
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Joined 12 Mar '04 Moves 10441 Originally posted by YEAH BOY
but head Buhby
Off you go..
Wat?
Joined 16 Aug '05 Moves 76863 Originally posted by Shallow Blue
I thought that was Thai?
Richard Spelt like that it certainly isn't!!
-m. 😉
Oh! And for those that don't know; sum yung gai is a chinese soup, spiced from a young males fertility output..... nice one GP!..... INYOURENDO - ewwww.! ðŸ˜
USA
Joined 14 Jul '07 Moves 43012 Theories of Time and Space
You can get there from here, though
there's no going home.
Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you've never been. Try this:
head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking off
another minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion — dead end
at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches
in a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sand
dumped on the mangrove swamp — buried
terrain of the past. Bring only
what you must carry — tome of memory,
its random blank pages. On the dock
where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:
the photograph — who you were—
will be waiting when you return.
Natasha Trethewey
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