Color she can see through her blue raspberry tinted glasses. The flavor is still a fantasy.You`re saying, she can see Colors ??
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Color she can see through her blue raspberry tinted glasses. The flavor is still a fantasy.You`re saying, she can see Colors ??
A donkey will sink in quicksand, but a mule won't.
Is this true? I'm totally buying it. Are mules just too stubborn to sink?
interesting. Thanks~It is a very popular phrase that “donkey sinks in quick sand and not the mule”. Instead of knowing the absolute science about the phrase, the contextual reality and its relevance to the corporate is what one must try to understand first.
Mule is a 'hybrid child' born to a stallion (jack) otherwise a male donkey and female horse or a mare. The mule is sexually sterile but biologically very useful to man from time immemorial.
Is it true that mules do not sink in quick sand but donkeys do? The truth is that both animals sink. But there is a difference between them and the difference definitely carries an extraordinary management message to the men in corporate.
The donkeys, due to their fear and anxiety, struggles to escape from the quick sand and thereby get trapped deep in the quick sand to death. On the contrary, the mule is said to remain calm and relaxed when it is caught in quick sand.
From the standing posture, when trapped in the quick sand, they quickly sit on the soil so that they don't get immersed in the quick soil so easily. When there is danger, donkeys complicate it through their struggle, fear and lack of farsightedness. But mules remain calm and see whether they can explore a solution.
......that sounds like a flamin' nightmareI like the food a lot, you just have to get over how loud it is, and the waiters line dancing (Is learning to line dance part of the employment process?). Also, the place is 100% a death trap for people with peanut allergies.
They're all over the place. Just bring ear plugs probably, or sit farther away from the occasional line dance area, and don't bring any peanut allergic friends or family.......that sounds like a flamin' nightmare
Not much into theme restaurants, but appreciate the advice kiddo. Thanks.They're all over the place. Just bring ear plugs probably, or sit farther away from the occasional line dance area, and don't bring any peanut allergic friends or family.
Eh, it's not much of a novelty restaurant asides from some random country themed merchandise on the walls and taxidermy heads. The waiters and waitresses just line dance every hour or so for... some reason, so limit your visit to under 50 minutes.Not much into theme restaurants, but appreciate the advice kiddo. Thanks.
Maybe he'd go by his cousin's name; yeti?Do you think Bigfoot is sensitive to the fact that people only know him by his big feet? What if he got tired of being name called and that’s why he went into hiding? His name might be George or Ronald or something and we don’t know that.
Or his estranged Australian uncle, YowieMaybe he'd go by his cousin's name; yeti?
Or his estranged Australian uncle, Yowie
At the scholastic book fair in elementary school this series of books that gave in-depth analysis on monsters and cryptids from mythology, urban legends, and literature were all the rage. The illustrations were all great and it even gave details on what the biology of them would supposedly be like. I was really into monsters and cryptids in elementary school and still love the thought of them now, it’s where I learned all about Yowies and Hopskinville Goblins and Flatwoods Monsters and Baba Yags etc. Surprised they even got into elementary school book fairs considering the freakish illustrations and instances of gore and violence. It was radical because it felt like that thing you weren’t allowed to see as a child. I think I still have them around somewhere.
Oh, I grok. Been interested in the occult/mysteries/cryptozoology/ghosts/etc since I was a kid. I would sneak into my Mom's bookshelf and read the books she had on these topics. By the time I was in Junior High I was a bit of an expert. You should see my library of books on these subjects. I might even have a few of the ones you bought!At the scholastic book fair in elementary school this series of books that gave in-depth analysis on monsters and cryptids from mythology, urban legends, and literature were all the rage. The illustrations were all great and it even gave details on what the biology of them would supposedly be like. I was really into monsters and cryptids in elementary school and still love the thought of them now, it’s where I learned all about Yowies and Hopskinville Goblins and Flatwoods Monsters and Baba Yags etc. Surprised they even got into elementary school book fairs considering the freakish illustrations and instances of gore and violence. It was radical because it felt like that thing you weren’t allowed to see as a child. I think I still have them around somewhere.
I got two of the books but for some reason when I tried to convince my mom to get me a third one she told me no because she looked at it and saw an illustration of some monster being decapitated or something, as if that was somehow worse than some of the other stuff included. Some of the monster stories and illustrations genuinely scared me, particularly Baba Yaga and some Tree that ate people alive.
His name is Daryl. Watch the commercials.Do you think Bigfoot is sensitive to the fact that people only know him by his big feet? What if he got tired of being name called and that’s why he went into hiding? His name might be George or Ronald or something and we don’t know that.
I think, at this age, that's all I have Ms. Mod....running mental dialogue of primarily useless information, grocery lists, the Jeopardy theme song, football statistics.....oh look a squirrel...........A fresh beginning for all your random thoughts.
Preaching to the choir.I think, at this age, that's all I have Ms. Mod....running mental dialogue of primarily useless information, grocery lists, the Jeopardy theme song, football statistics.....oh look a squirrel...........
Ahhh another squirrel.....now I forgot what I was thinking about....lol
......you don't want to know, Oscar baby.