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Don't believe a word they say ,they all lie and in Italian we call them "Putanas"
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Im in !
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Warning ,Please don.t try this at home Please ....
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You rock ! Loves me clam chowder . We have great clams in the great south bay in Long Island
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You seem to know lot about sheep I've noticed ...
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Over and out. Get some rest Joe.....long day tomorrow.
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Ricky (a sooper nice guy whose house would be behind you about 200' from that pic) is a vegetarian Hindu.
I could go down the canal on his property and nail a hundred pounds of iguanas with my crossbow... but that's not how Ricky rolls, and I respect that.
They've gotta come through the woods or down the road to get to Chateau Sneakydicker, so they... don't. Except for that one that got a .22 in the noggin for stomping across my lawn.
The otters are kewl. And pretty big. About 4 feet. When we first saw them, the scenario went thisaway:
My grandling Jadey and Himself were sitting at the edge of the canal when she said, "Grampa, what's that?"
About 50 feet away, I glanced and saw what I thought was a cat. Yeah. And the "cat" suddenly slid into the water. Another beastie followed from the woods, and it was clearly an otter.
Ten seconds later, the first otter came out of the canal and sat down on the grassy edge and began to eat a fish like a sandwich. A minute later, the two of them were side-by-side having lunch with Jadey and Gramps.
They are cute as can be:
And I am getting old and cannot remember where I posted the pic of the foxie that came trotting across my back yard. Was it here? Well here it is anyway:
I have never gotten a pic of Absolute Unit. <-- that is the ultra-tubby racketycoon that lives here. He is so fat, he looks like a hedgehog -- his legs are way too small.
This ain't him. Absolute Unit is fatter:
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Don't like Wine and nope I can't drink it even if I did. I drink beer and sometimes I sip on some moonshine. And I do mean sip.
I even stopped messing with RSO because I'm never sure what's in it. Had a bad AFib attack after the last RSO I did. One of the worst I've ever had. Wife got so scared she called an ambulance. I was finally able to get it under control as the ambulance pulled up. My Beta Blocker keeps it pretty much under control most the time. That **** sucks and can be very scary. By the time it stops I feel like I got run over by a truck.
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🎖MOVED FROM AFAR:MY youngest son, Weedy, is [drum roll] 53.My youngest Son is 34. Damn GMO ya make me feel old.
AND I AM MOVING THIS TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FRIGGIN FENCE WHERE IT SHOULD BE, DAMMIT.
OK. Here it is. Let's go here, Brandons, with this sorta stuff.
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If I do this enuf, will there be anyone that gets the idea?
And again: I AM MOVING THIS REPLY TO WHERE PUTE NEEDS IT TO BE.
HOW ABOUT WAKING THE *** UP, PILGRIMS???
I am older than my grandmother.Old *******.
And again: I AM MOVING THIS REPLY TO WHERE PUTE NEEDS IT TO BE.
HOW ABOUT WAKING THE *** UP, PILGRIMS???
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From your Private **** Collection?
Little Large for Roster Im afraid , I like them with a lil meat not rolls of jelly
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Morning WaltIf I do this enuf, will there be anyone that gets the idea?
I am older than my grandmother.
And again: I AM MOVING THIS REPLY TO WHERE PUTE NEEDS IT TO BE.
HOW ABOUT WAKING THE *** UP, PILGRIMS???
I am glad I never worked for the man, the word mean old ******* comes to mind LOL
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Weedy -- this is sooper important to you. Straight arrow:Don't like Wine and nope I can't drink it even if I did. I drink beer and sometimes I sip on some moonshine. And I do mean sip.
I even stopped messing with RSO because I'm never sure what's in it. Had a bad AFib attack after the last RSO I did. One of the worst I've ever had. Wife got so scared she called an ambulance. I was finally able to get it under control as the ambulance pulled up. My Beta Blocker keeps it pretty much under control most the time. That **** sucks and can be very scary. By the time it stops I feel like I got run over by a truck.
AFib is the upper left chamber of your heart going nuts. It is supposed to trigger the biggest chamber (lower left) to SQUOOSH out blood about 60 times a minute.
When you are in AFib, that "regulator" upper left chamber tries to get the big one to pump 200 times a minute. It just sorta vibrates.
THIS IS SECRETLY VERY VERY DANGEROUS. <-- You are in AFib... you can walk and talk, but you feel like Death taking a shiit. You are not panicky, you can handle it.
WRONG.
Here is the deadly sneaky danger (I learned this from MySonTheDoctor when I went into Afib -- he just happened to be only about 50 miles away when his momma called him.)
Inside that upper left chamber of your heart, Weedy, there is a small "pocket" in the top.
While you are in AFib, not all of the blood in that chamber can get out. Some gets stuck in that little pocket.
Know what happens when blood gets held still against other blood? Yup. IT CLOTS.
Big deal, ya say. Well... you "get over it" -- just exactly like you did -- and maybe, just maybe this time... the gun did not go off. When that clot gets expelled after you "got over it", and things were back to normal, something else can happen:
1. The clotted chunk can possibly be slowly broken down before it gets too far. Missed. <-- You got door Number 1 last time. You've used up your luck.
2. The clotted chunk can get into the smaller arteries in your brain. STROKE/DEATH
3. The clotted chunk can get into the smaller caronal arteries that supply blood to your heart muscles. HEART ATTACK/DEATH
4. The clotted chunk can get into your leg. PHLEBITIS/CRIPPLING
The part I MUST drive into your head: The AFib has stopped... You think it has now passed.
IT HAS NOT NECESSARILY PASSED AT ALL.
So from this day forward, here is your Unca Walt Plan For Survival:
If you go AFib... STOP! CALL 911 <-- ONLY 911
The reason: Let's say you live reasonably close to a hospital and you can drive like a maniac and get there in 12 minutes. (No way I could) BUT!! Suppose your condition -- if it persists for 15 minutes -- will result in permanent damage or death.
You pull up to the ER, and they get you in there... oops.
You call an ambulance... NO DIFFERENCE from you being driven there by your spouse.
You call 911... and the ER COMES TO YOU!! <-- Everything in the ER is in the 911 Truck. Everything.
That includes a Professional Driver (TINS), and an ER-qualified person in back taking the proper measures to save your arse.
Tell me you will do it thisaway. NEVER drive, NEVER be driven, have the hospital come to you at 70MPH with whistles and road-clearing sirens.
It makes the difference every day: Some do it the right way, some do not have the knowledge, and therefore have strokes, heart attacks and die.
A LATE INFORMATIONAL ADD:
When my Beautiful Witch called 911, TWO ER trucks arrived in under 5 minutes!
Waitaminnit, Unca, you said the horsepistol ER was 15 minutes away... How'd they do dat?
Turns out, Pilgrims, when you dial 911, ALL the Fire Departments get the call. And they are all over the fargin place. The horsepistol also gets the call, but they never send out an ambulance. No need. They just get set to take care of you after you exit the Mobile ER.
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