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Bruce….AAAAUUGHH!
Oh, and snappy and I are trading portions of our music collection. She’s giving me all her JT and I’m giving her all my Bruce (incl. bootlegs).
role reversal,
I’ll be out later at the 9th St. Station
handing out campaign literature for Chuck Schumer.
After that, I’ll attend a dinner/fundraiser
for Charles Rangel.
I’ll end the evening watching Tevo’ed
The View.
legion — you think Muslim infants in the UK fashioned suspicious packages and placed them on planes in Germany bound for the US? Impressive theory, my good man.
No Paul Anka!!! It’s the Neils I love…Diamond and Sedaka 🙂
By slopefarm on October 29, 2010 11:37 AM
Here’s a link. Not much more than jackal reported, so far.
http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2010/10/29/breaking-suspicious-package-aboard-ups-plane/
…slopefarm,
does this story have any connection to the earlier discussion about the most popular name in England?
I know, I really shouldn’t have,
but it’s like hanging a pinata inside a batting cage! ;o(
“I’m running a quite little non-profit with a bland name funnelling millions in undisclosed corporate $$$$ to republican senate candidates.”
Hello, Mr. Koch, so nice to see you here! LOL!
“role reversal: The person you all have met as “Snappy” is a fake. I’m a straight, pasty, white lady who hates beer and big butts.”
That explains your love for The Golden Girls, James Taylor and Paul Anka.
My brother and I used to clean up on candy when we went trick or treating as kids. We lived in a small upstate town of 600 people. The entire town was small enough that you could catch most of the houses in an evening. When we were younger my Dad used to trail us and hide behind trees so we didn’t know he was there. (Not his best skill, but one of my fondest memories of him.) My Mom used to make us costumes. It’s amazing you can be a (fill in the blank) with a full set of clothes and maybe even a jacket on underneath.
We moved there when I was 6. The first year we went trick or treating, we were the only black family in town. I know now that everyone knew about us. I distinctly remember going to the door at one house, an older couple came out, and my brother and I yelled “trick or treat!” and stood there with our bags out. The man said to his wife, “Look Martha, little Negroes!” Then they gave us candy. I’ll never forget it. I remember I had no idea what that meant, as I was a princess or a gypsy or something.