i have a story behind this. i was a sickly child and about twice a week i had to be sent to the doctor to have my shots. my brother told me my behaviour in the clinic. he told me that i had this habit of cursing at the doctor's face a crunchy "PUTA!" expelled from the top of my lungs. what does this have to do with [I]The Good, the Bad & the Ugly[/I]? remember that scene where Blondie drops and leaves Tuco alone in the desert, Tuco shouts in front of the camera "PUTA!". Now, ...
another jazzy treat i picked three years ago from the Rolling Stone Top 500, this one, unlike Davis' Kind of Blue, is an exhilirating journey of one's reflection on his life. Divided into four parts Acknowledgement, Resolution, Pursuance & Psalm, this is the one to listen to an early Sunday morning if you're too lazy to go to church and repent on your sins :D . [B]warning: pumped-up jazz session[/B] [IMG]http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf600/f617/f61733 ...
Several answers right off the bat: No Logos did NOT call me --but she did a thread entry. That's what an optimist calls progress. My mother is still hanging in there. The operation for my grand-daughter to close the heart valve went well and the tumor has probably been removed by now--that operation started about four hours ago. The birthday greetings were a pleasure and a delight. Our oven is out of a heating element if that's the right ...
Well, it seems lately that the lady litnetters are on the subject of being handy and having the ability to do man-tasks, so I might as well follow suit. Today, I worked down at my dad's shop. He fixes cars ^^. So today I hand-sanded a Jaguar. A whole entire Jaguar. With a tiny square of 400 grit sand paper. Then I cleaned the shop's bathroom and office. Then I helped with payroll and ran errands with my Mom. Then I cleaned the paint line sweeping up inch-thick deposits of dust in the forgotten ...
Yesterday my uncle's fiance's family invited us to an upscale Lebanese restaurant located right beside a lake. That meal will probably be one of my favorite memories of this trip to Lebanon. The meal was a mezze, which is a dinner composed of many different foods in small amounts accompanied by talking. It takes three to four hours and you don't pile your food on your plate -- you take a spoonful of something at a time, talk, laugh, give toasts, that sort of thing. Now, between my ...
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