Just for fun...

I don't need that complicated contraption. I just need too much soy sauce...
So the jet runs on soy sauce, and you're worried that too many jet bikes will divert the world supply away from your table? Reasonable enough.

I'm worried that if airliners start burning soy sauce, we'll have brown contrails instead of white. Who wants to look at skidmarks in the sky?
;^}
 
So the jet runs on soy sauce, and you're worried that too many jet bikes will divert the world supply away from your table? Reasonable enough.

I'm worried that if airliners start burning soy sauce, we'll have brown contrails instead of white. Who wants to look at skidmarks in the sky?
;^}
The real "bummer" is the rising cost of soy sauce/gallon...
 
FWIW, beans and peas are the rocket fuel in my corner of the world :) Like, pea soup or baked beans in tomato (a.k.a Beans a'la Bretagne) :)
 
So the jet runs on soy sauce, and you're worried that too many jet bikes will divert the world supply away from your table? Reasonable enough.

I'm worried that if airliners start burning soy sauce, we'll have brown contrails instead of white. Who wants to look at skidmarks in the sky?
;^}
Skidmarks in the Sky, great name for a crossover Punk/New wave band
 
I wonder if anyone here would decode this story :)

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Hodge Podge.

Definition:
A hodgepodge is a noun that refers to a confused or disorderly mass or collection. It suggests a mixture of disparate elements that don't necessarily fit together.

Do you have a similar word in Poland?
 
I wonder if anyone here would decode this story :)

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Let me decode this for you.
She said "Chodź" (come) to the first dog and she said "Chodź tu" (come here) to the other one :D

A hodgepodge is a noun that refers to a confused or disorderly mass or collection. It suggests a mixture of disparate elements that don't necessarily fit together.

Do you have a similar word in Poland?
Certainly we must. Only my mind doesn't work this morning :)

OK, it's galimatias :)
 
Big late-night coyote parties on the canyon wall just behind our back patio nearly every night now. I know what an animal being eaten by coyotes sounds like from our Colorado years, and I never hear that — just the coyotes yipping it up.

So I guess they're just letting off steam. Or maybe it's a team-building thing. Who knows?

Here's the fun part: A few nights ago, for the first time ever, a 2nd coyote party broke out in the street out front around midnight. And some tiny dog down the street was having none of it.

The fierce yapping and yipping went on for a good 10 minutes. The dog never once sounded in distress, just REALLY pissed — presumably from behind a neighbor's front gate. And the tiny dog had the last word, barking on for another minute just to make sure those damn coyotes never came back.
 
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Googled "bicycles in space" just for fun. Most of the top hits were about this anthology:
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You hear a lot about intersectionality these days — especially in identity politics, where you might hear a piece about how hard it is to be a left-handed white trisexual basketball player with freckles.

Not to belittle womens' cycling in any way, but have to say that feminist cyclists in space is one intersectionality I didn't see coming.
:^}
 
Googled "bicycles in space" just for fun. Most of the top hits were about this anthology:
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You hear a lot about intersectionality these days — especially in identity politics, where you might hear a piece about how hard it is to be a left-handed white trisexual basketball player with freckles.

Not to belittle womens' cycling in any way, but have to say that feminist cyclists in space is one intersectionality I didn't see coming.
:^}
Methinks it's interesting to discuss keeping the rubber side down on another planet.
It's the gravity of the situation...
 
Took Roxie to the vet for some routine immunizations the other day.

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A bubbly young female tech came out to take her back for the shots. "Oh my god, Roxie's so CUTE!! Who does her eyebrows?"

Everyone else in the room cracked up, even the receptionists, but Roxie knew that nothing good could come of this.
 
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