have you experienced Reese's Dipped animal crackers?
you truly understand need.

 

 

Did you know Bed Bug Bites resemble swollen red Cerise's?
Cherry in French. Haha, I learned that today thank you! ...

Know how to hide and elephant in a Cherry Tree?
Paint its toenails Red.

 

 

So, you launch additional modules of increased proportions, cause it's really easy to do and bolt them on, the Astronauts love this chance to get into space & then unbolt the old worthless lil guys one at a time. That's a no brainer, you don't just crash and burn 10's of $$$ Billions unless you're a total fool. Look being into space isn't some pretty SiFi drawing, its ugly crap your sitting in.

NASA's plan to crash and burn the ISS explained and what space commercialization means for science (msn.com)

 

Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.

Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the
end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself.
The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out
on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket
of shrimp.

Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand
white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward
that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings
fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the
hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say
with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'

In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He
stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time
and place.

When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach,
a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the
stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
down to the end of the beach and on home.

If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the
water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say.
Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird
world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.

Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.

Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida
... That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.

Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters
of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all,
they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran
out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no
one knew where they were or even if they were alive.

The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple
devotional service and prayed for a miracle.

They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over
his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves
against the raft....suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of
his cap. It was a seagull!

With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he
managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and
he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for
eight men.

Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they
caught fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle
continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to
endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after
24 days at sea.

 

 

A scientist may have just proven that we all live inside a computer simulation (msn.com)

In a paper published earlier this month, physicist Melvin Vopson, of the University of Portsmouth, offered scientific evidence for a philosophical theory known as the simulation hypothesis.

This, in a nutshell, posits that the entire universe and our objective reality are just super-advanced virtual reality illusions.

Sure, simulate your dying pain for months and did you just feel my steel toed boot up your virtual arss? Our mind sort of has the
virtual ability to reason using a virtual with length, width, height and passage of time imaginations. But intense pain screws with it bad.
Maybe intense pain is the 5th dimension of reality.

 

 

Have you heard of THE Common practice of
Lying like a Filthy Weasel ?

I'm waiting for my Coveralls to be delivered.
They will keep me comfy whatsever the temps are.

I saw the other day that the production of cement pollutes.
The gasses and CO2 are worse than Jets flying every day.

With the invent of flying EV autos we won't need jets or highways. problems solved.

 

Had those days lately?

 

"Please just let me do it all over again!"

 

A wise man uses torn pocket to scratch his BAlZ