Was there a smell of 'bear' when you opened up the jar, and perhaps a badly mauled and eaten stick laying on the floor near the jar?
Was there a smell of 'bear' when you opened up the jar, and perhaps a badly mauled and eaten stick laying on the floor near the jar?
Originally Posted by rachel
It wasn't honey - it was body lotion
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Yes Papayahed but the fact of the matter is that that big old bear that has the 'crush on you' won't care if it was body lotion or honey-as long as it had your scent on it.
So be on your guard you gorgeous thing. Get a much bigger stick I suggest, one that has been hollowed out on top and filled with lead.!!!
OMG u guys are so so cute! ...i would never want to stop visiting this place
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door:
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. - "The Garden of Love", William Blake.
excuse me but what happened to the save the bears society and the save star club??
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oh I am for both clubs. but occasionally bad bears must be dealt with. they can look and sniff but nothing more. And as for dear old STarr in the senior's home we did occasionally have to slap a hand or two that wandered over to another senior. it is for their own good.
And Smiling I could NOT 'bear' for you to go. mean it.
Papayahed I know a guy that has a bear trap sitting in his back yard. If you need it......
lot of bears around rachel....
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door:
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. - "The Garden of Love", William Blake.
Wow, I must be in the twighlight zone. What was the question we're trying to answer? Something about bears, right?
I think it was whether if a grumpy old man in Hawai nagged and nagged and nagged and no one was around to give a darn about it, would he still make any sound.
Or was it if a tree falls in the middle of a forest???
Last edited by Scheherazade; 12-19-2005 at 02:23 PM.
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I have one:
Does color really exist?
To dogs it doesn't, to us it does. Would each color be different if our eyes were different? if we had an extra type of receptor? so does color really exist?(of course it exists through frequency, but I'm saying by what you see)
Last edited by Anon22; 12-19-2005 at 02:56 PM.
Yes
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Yes, colours do exist regardless of the receptors. Colour = light of a certain wave lenght.
No receptors needed for that. The sun would still rise regardless if it's Monday or Tuesday (unless you're not thinking about the far future)
Last edited by Jay; 12-19-2005 at 03:00 PM.
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I think it was whether if a grumpy old man in Hawai nagged and nagged and nagged and no one was around to give a darn about it, would he still make any sound.
Or was it if a tree falls in the middle of a forest???
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door:
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. - "The Garden of Love", William Blake.
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face and the egg is frowning and looking a bit pissed off. The egg mutters, to no-one in particular, "Well, I guess we answered THAT question!"
Hmmmm . . . . how unwholesome.
But, how does it . . . I mean, where and how did they . . . ?
It's an egg, for crying out loud!
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Well, to answer the questions first posed six pages ago:
1. There were animals that layed eggs long before there were chickens (dinosaurs, for example).
2. Speaking. John Stuart Mill and Kurt Cobain were some others.
Last edited by cuppajoe_9; 12-13-2006 at 03:49 AM.
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