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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI appreciate the though GB but I've never had any issues with making Jello that works the way it's supposed to. Having sent many to the contributors here on the GF, I've yet to have anyone say that it wasn't congealed.
My gift to Great Big Stees this Christmas will be a three volume self help manual titled:
"How to Become Congenial Toward Other Contributors to Online General Forums".
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I have encouraged you all to visit Granmpy and even given out his address where he is being held .
Grampy does not even give me a pretend present.
Well I will still encourage folk to visit Grampy cos that's wots Christmas is all about.
Before you give me the automatic thumbs down just think about that Grampy.
Originally posted by Captain StrangeMy gift this Christmas to Captain Strange
I have encouraged you all to visit Granmpy and even given out his address where he is being held .
Grampy does not even give me a pretend present.
Well I will still encourage folk to visit Grampy cos that's wots Christmas is all about.
Before you give me the automatic thumbs down just think about that Grampy.
will be the same wide berth and forgiveness given to two of my all time favorite almost friends during the past few years:
About @Blackamp: "Last moved 1827 days 6 hours and 5 minutes ago"
"It is better to have played and won, than not to have played" - Schachspeare
All skulls crushed on sight - sorry, but I just like that crunching sound they make when I grind them beneath my heel. Feel free to crush mine if you see it."
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About @Hand-of-Hecate: "Last moved 915 days 23 hours and 30 minutes ago"
"Hate and I are old friends. He drives me and writhes me. He twists me and turns me. In the end, my fiendish friend always tries to burn me. Still, he lifted me from the depths of despair and gifted me with the red tinged grace of God's stare. Freedom is the first born of Hate's savage passions. Struggle his older Brother and Pain his abhorrent Mother. An almost tangible smell of blood, sweat and rivers of s...t lingers and marks the passage of Hate. His gifts are bitter sweet and felt like jittery lightning across one's skin. Yet, smoldering in one's heart of hearts, a bright fire can from such be lit. A shield forged in Hate's firery heart is stronger than the thickest wall crafted from virtue and grace. A sword hammered out from such stern stuff is twisted to be sure, but, carries an edge of which Damocles would be proud and rightfully fearful. Love is a luxury, a comfortable myth and the unrepentant soul of apathy. Love can claim not but half of the roads paved in Hate. Of the roads Love has built many are tainted with irony and scattered with the squandered gifts of the Magi. From love the faithful and virtuous craft the iillusionary last bastion of a fortress of delusion."
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Originally posted by Captain Strange"Captain Strange, last week my grade one classmate Andrew [whose family recently relocated to our town from Fargo, North Dakota] told us all at afternoon recess in the playground that his maternal grandmother still makes old fashioned soap with lard as one of the ingredients in her basement and that during his family's last visit there he nibbled quite a bit of the soap when nobody was watching and said that it tasted really awful even worse than bitter veggies. anyhoo, the bullies in our class nicknamed him 'Fargo Lardo'. Andrew told our school's principal Mister Russell who patted him on the head as he said, 'well i guess mean spirited boys today are the same as they were back in the day of sticks and stones before the internet engulfed our lives.' Hmm..." ~child anon
When I was younger my Grandma rubbed Lard into my Grampys back when he was ill.
He went down hill fast after that.