always been interested history especially World War II. I suppose this
is because my father was a veteran, but for whatever reason I’ve
always been interested. I remember when I got to visit France, as the
ferry approached the port, I could see the German “pillboxes”
overlooking the shore. If I could, I would have stopped and tried to
climb up for a closer look.
I don’t suppose I ever really thought about how many defensive
structures were actually built during the war or how many still exist
today. An article by AFP
points out that over 7,000 bunkers were built on the western shores
of Denmark alone, most of which still exist today.
The interest in these bunkers was renewed with the announcement that
4 new bunkers were recently discovered after a big storm had washed
away the sand that had hidden them for over 60 years. The find was important
because the bunkers were still fully furnished.
Most of the bunkers in Denmark were stripped of everything shortly after
the war. Anything usable was carted away, the rest sold for scrap. Only
the concrete structures themselves remain. These newly discovered bunkers,
having been buried in the sand, still had beds, chairs, tables, communication
systems and the personal effects of the soldiers inside them.
While this discovery is not on a par with finding a preserved
Viking ship, it is still a rare find. The items have been removed
and taken to the Ringkoebing-Skjern museum for study and the news of
the find has caused an increase in tourism to the area.
As you might expect this discovery brought differing opinions from the
“‘In a way, this discovery can be compared to Tutankhamun’s
tomb almost a century ago. It has to be preserved, and to blow up the
bunkers as some have suggested would be like denying that World War
II ever existed,’ says Ole Becher, a Dane whose grandfather was
part of the resistence and who was denounced to the Gestapo toward the
end of the war.”
“Local resident Mogens Kock Hansen disagrees, writing in the local
newspaper that ‘everything should be blown up’. He’s ‘disgusted
that people want to attract tourists to this kind of garbage.’”
I can see where some might feel that preserving the structures might
be equivalent to maintaining monuments to one of the most evil people
in history. But, as a history buff, I would hate to see all of them
What do you think? Is it enlightening or a daily reminder of a dark
period in Danish history? Is there a possibility that sites such as
this could become some sort of shrine to those who would follow in the
footsteps of Hitler? Is there really anything to be learned from keeping
these and other wartime structures? Should sites like this be opened
as tourist attractions? If we erase the reminders of the war are we
more likely to forget the painful lessons learned?
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"Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for,
go live with a car battery." - Erma Bombeck, American humorist
"You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can
embarrass the guilty." - Jessica Mitford
[Thanks to Bonnie in Louisiana]
"I was married
3 times", explained the woman to a newly discovered drinking
partner, "and I’ll never marry again. My first 2 husbands died
of eating poison mushrooms and my 3rd hubby died of a fractured skull."
"That’s a shame."
said her friend , "How did it happen?"
eat the mushrooms."
"Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of
all others." – Cicero
"The goal to strive for is a poor government but a rich people."
- Andrew Johnson, 17th US President (1808-1875)
"Honest conviction is my courage; the Constitution is my guide."
- Andrew Johnson, 17th US President (1808-1875)
Arkansas is going to pull license plates from circulation that contain
the letter combination “NGR”. The state decided to pull the entire series
of plates after being made aware of the letter combination that some
people found “offensive”.
"I couldn’t imagine putting this on my car," motorist Alice
Kunce said as she held up her "018-NGR" license plate. Roger
Duren of the Office of Motor Vehicles said, "Some folks might think
it OK, others find it offensive so, if anyone does, anything offensive
we try not to issue."
This comes on the heels of the North
Carolina recall of the potentially “offensive” license plate combination
of “WTF”. I can see the nation wide panic over the ass end of our cars
becoming politically incorrect billboards for the perceived coarsest
of vulgar expletives.
The Attorney general of the United States will shortly announce that
all state and territorial issued license plates containing certain letter
combinations have to be destroyed immediately. The following letter
combinations have been identified as potentially “embarrassing” or “offensive”:
COK/COC/COQ/KOK/KOQ/KOC, PRK/PRC, SHT, PIS,
FCK/FUC/FUK, HLL/HEL, DAM, CNT/KNT, and others to be named later. There
are also alpha/numeric combinations that can’t be allowed such as 4Q
While we are at it we need to remove many Dodge vehicles from the streets
because of their lewd reference to the act of copulation, i.e., RAM!
I believe the next step will be cleaning up one of the most vulgar and
offensive publications available to the general public and one which
is provided to individuals of any age free of cost. I am talking about
the telephone directories found in every home, office, and telephone
booth in the country (with the possible exception of Detroit and Brooklyn,
Not only do we find “offensive” individual names listed such as “Cocker”
and “Breast”, but there are even offensive pictures and descriptions
of unsavory activities in the Yellow Pages. There are several pages
in larger city directories devoted to the rental of young ladies for
unnamed but easily imaginable licentious trysts; i.e., escort services.
After that we need to clean up our public parks. We can no longer allow
birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and other creatures to freely copulate
in public; it sends a very bad message to our children. Can you imagine
our toddlers gaily chasing butterflies and learning that fornication
is a natural occurrence enjoyed by all of Mother Nature’s creatures?
The Bad Sied
Ranina doesn’t write very often, but when she does it’s always memorable.
She’s talking about an emotional hurt that a lot of us can probably relate
to. She deserves her 15 Minutes of Fame, and from me, I just wish you
the best. This isn’t your doing.
At 37 years old, I was perfectly willing to go through the rest of my
life without a man. I had been much abused, physically and mentally,
and was determined to make a life for myself and my son without help
from anyone, and I did. I wasn’t looking for anyone.
came into my life that I could share everything with. He resonated with
my very being. We did everything together for 14 years. We worked together.
We went on camping trips in his RV several times each year. We drove
many distances to places many people would never see. We went hiking
on trails during our RV trips. We enjoyed nature - everything from the
hoots of owls at night and abundant stars in the darkness, to the flight
of Herons who would follow us downstream as we canoed on the river.
We built fires in the evenings and just sat around and enjoyed them
with each other. We talked. We danced. He used to bring me flowers for
no reason. He used to touch me at every chance. He was the love of my
life. All of that was gone. I don’t know why.
I was very independent and had achieved many of my goals, I needed his
love. He gave it to me freely after some time, then he suddenly turned
against me for reasons unknown. He started arguing with me about tiny,
insignificant and ridiculous things, like the desk that fell on me at
work being perfectly stable and the behavior of an employee he defended
and I did not approve of, who eventually got fired at work for the very
things I had mentioned and he had defended. Everything I said was fodder
for contradiction and argument to him. He seemed to be trying to be
rid of me and I had no idea why, since he never bothered to talk to
me about anything he was displeased about. He held whatever was bothering
him in and let it stew without a word, not letting me know anything
about his feelings until he kicked me aside with no explanation about
why. When I called him and said I wanted to talk about the fact that
we seemed to be growing apart after all of these years and I wanted
to work on it, I wanted to talk. But there was no discussion. He suddenly
said, "Let’s just end it now." That was it. Closed. Done.
He hurt my entire soul. Nothing in my entire life has hurt as much as
this. I feel betrayed, depressed and abandoned. I have since seen a
therapist and a psychiatrist. I have not been able to eat or sleep.
Antidepressant drugs and anti-anxiety drugs were prescribed. I lost
15 pounds in two weeks! It is very difficult to be such an independent
person, considered to be strong, and have to take drugs that change
your being just to get through the day. It’s a terrible revelation that
reveals that I am not as strong as I thought I was.
I am an
introvert, so I don’t have a lot of people to relate to. It’s very difficult
to go through this alone. Everyone in my family has died except one
younger brother. I have spoken to him, but I don’t want to bother him
and his fairly new wife.
years, he kicked me aside like some annoying piece of trash he’d encountered
on the street. I tried to organize the multitude of persistent thoughts
clamoring for attention in my head. Why? What did I do wrong? How could
he do this to me so suddenly and without the slightest thought after
all this time? All of the memories of the good times we’d had flooded
my mind. Tom and I had just been on an RV camping trip two weeks before.
Never did I think that this would be the last of many such trips.
that I was a mentally strong woman, capable of surmounting many obstacles,
but this I could not fathom. The dancing crazies in my head just kept
pushing forward for attention, while the utterly devastated feelings
around myself and evaluated my situation. I own a nice home that I fought
for many years to afford. I have nice furnishings. I have all the comforts
of home. I have been fighting all of my life to overcome poverty and
have succeeded to a good degree. Yet, none of it meant much without
him. I have never been ostentatious or material. I just wanted comfort,
security and love. I could provide the comfort and security for myself.
The love came from Tom, or so I thought.
do pleasantly childish things like play on the stairs, hide in a corner
to jump out at me when I walked by, imitate funny noises, make funny
faces. He had a wry wit, and even his sarcasm was entertaining. He would
insist on taking the elevator to feel me up along the way.
he was great to be around. Tom said he loved me. He said he loved the
fact that I let him be himself without judgment or complaint, and I
actually enjoyed his antics. We did everything together. We were so
close that even our movements were coordinated so that we could function
well in small places. People commented on our ability to anticipate
each other’s movements and thoughts.
15 pounds in two weeks! My doctor was very alarmed by the sudden weight
loss. He believed the symptoms of nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain
were symptoms of gallbladder disorder, accentuated by abnormal stress.
As he looked through my chart, he found that indeed, I had many gallstones
revealed on a CAT scan. He sent me for an ultrasound that verified the
diagnosis. He put me in the hospital immediately for yet another surgery.
I hate surgery. I am still healing from the last one and doing quite
well. I refused surgery and was sent home on a very bland diet that
would not activate my gallbladder, and I was not allowed to go to work,
due to stress.
I am so
tired and hurt right now. I just want to curl up in a ball in my little
home and tune out the world. That’s all I want to do.
hate men, but the pain is not worth it. I am tired of always picking
the ones that will cause me the most devastating pain and I am getting
too old for the stupid dance. I think I will take a break for now and
seek someone sincere after I have finished licking my wounds, hugging
myself, and healing. This was a man I thought I would retire with and
be with until death. To find that he didn’t even care enough about me
to even talk to me after all these years was utter devastation. The
pain is debilitating, harsh, and relentless. Curling up in a little
ball of protection in my little home brings me moments of peace. Peace
will keep me from destructive thinking. This has been a horrendously
painful experience. I have learned that the only way to avoid the pain
of relationships with men is to avoid investing much of your self within
them. It is just too much. This way, they cannot destroy me whenever
they choose. - Ranina
On this day in history, August
4, 1902: A new tunnel opens for foot traffic underneath the River Thames.
The tunnel linked two London Boroughs – Greenwich and Tower Hamlets. Designed
by Sir Alexander Bennie and built by John Cochrane and Co., the tunnel
replaced unreliable ferry service in place since 1676. Many workers lived
on the south side of the Thames and needed to get to work on the docks
and in the shipyards located on the Isle of Dogs. Will Crooks, a working-class
politician, pushed for the tunnel to give workers a better way to get
to the job.
The tunnel is 1,217 feet (371m) long and runs about 50 feet (15 m) under
the River Thames. The tunnel itself is about 9 feet (3 m) in diameter
and lined with 200,000 glazed white tiles. It cost £217,000 to build
between June 1899 and 1902. That would be nearly $10.5 million today.
Each end had a glazed dome over the entrances that are still lit up at
night. There were spiral steps leading from street level to the tunnel.
In 1904, elevators were added and were upgraded in 1992. The tunnel is
always open, but the elevators only run during certain hours.
"If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper
to a man when he goes for a walk." - Raymond Inmon
"No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning."
- Cyril Connolly
"He who limps is still walking." - Stanislaw J. Lec
is on vacation. Here’s one of her previous articles.
Last Wednesday felt like the
windiest day in the history of the world. As I was walking to the bus
stop, I felt like a Canadian version of Dorothy, about to be picked
up by the wind and carted off to the Land of Oz. Later that morning,
I took a break to get some coffee from the Tim
Hortons across the road from where I work. At least, that was the
plan. It didn’t quite work out that way, because as I left my building,
a bunch of policemen yelled at me to get back inside. When I got to
a place where I could look out of the window, I saw that the police
had closed off a section of Yonge
Street. It transpired that the wind had blown down some large panes
of glass from a nearby high-rise construction site. The road remained
closed to vehicular and pedestrian traffic until the police were satisfied
that no-one would be decapitated by falling glass.
I realise that the
police were just doing their jobs, watching out for people’s lives and
stuff, but they cut off my access to Tim Hortons. I was able to get
my coffee elsewhere, but it just wasn’t the same. Without Tim Hortons,
life just doesn’t feel right. The coffee there is good, it is cheaper
than anywhere else, and in winter you get it in really cool cups with
pictures of snow on them.
Coffee is important
to me in the way that oxygen is important to other people. I have one
of those programmable coffee machines that starts brewing the coffee
ten minutes before my alarm goes off in the mornings. I have my first
cup of the day when I wake up, and my last while I’m in the subway on
the way home from work.
Someone I work with
recently told me that all of this coffee was not good for me. I decided
to do a bit of research, and expected to find dozens of websites listing
coffee as a risk factor in things like cancer and heart disease. To
my surprise, I discovered that coffee is not only a factor in causing
these conditions, but it actually may be a factor in preventing them.
According to a website devoted to promoting coffee
as a healthy beverage, coffee can reduce the risks of heart disease,
some types of cancer, Alzheimer’s Disease, Type Two (Adult Onset) diabetes,
and a number of other things. This information is backed up by Web
Health Publications, among many others.
This is not to say
that coffee is all good. The most well-known negative side effect of
coffee is its role in disrupting sleeping patterns. It can cause constipation
and stain our teeth. Coffee does contain oils that are associated with
increased cholesterol levels, but paper filters trap these oils, so
coffee brewed using this method is safe.
Research has shown
a link between excessive coffee drinking and stillbirth. Four cups a
day or less during pregnancy is regarded as "safe" coffee
consumption. Expectant moms who drink eight cups a day or more are at
220% more risk than non-drinkers. Interestingly, during each of my pregnancies,
I was not able to tolerate coffee at all. I could not drink it, I could
not smell it, I could not be anywhere near it. It just goes to show
that Mother Nature gives us some built-in warning systems.
So now that I know
that coffee might be extending my life, I can drink it without feeling
More of the Best of Tim
Guys really aren’t that complicated. If something needs to get done,
we do it, usually in the simplest way possible. Take laundry for example.
We’ll mix colors and fabrics, toss it all in the washer, and that’s
the end of it. Well, almost. Sometimes all the stains don’t come out.
Usually that isn’t a problem because we don’t really care about stains.
Sometimes we do care, though. Not often, but sometimes.
There’s a guy
in Moscow, Russia, that cared. A lot, evidently. He had a stain in
his pants that he wanted to get out. Now I don’t know where, exactly,
this stain was, but I’m assuming it had to be in a pretty embarrassing
spot for him to care that much. He wanted it out so bad he threw it
in the wash again. Here’s where being a guy comes in.
If you had a
stain you wanted out, you might try some of that Oxiclean stuff. You’ve
seen the commercial; this guy dumps a small amount of it into the
wash and presto, magically all your stains disappear. You even get
your second bucket of this stuff free if you order in the next half
hour. Great stuff, or so I’m told. My sister Sue uses it and I’ve
never seen her clothes stained. I’d probably use it, if I cared about
stains, but I don’t, so I don’t.
This guy cared
about this stain on his pants, and he wanted it out pretty badly,
but he didn’t have any Oxiclean. Being a guy, he used the closest
thing he could find. Gasoline.
Hey, he’s a guy,
and they sound similar, so they must be, right? I mean, they can’t
be too much different, can they?
It turns out
they both get out stains. Unfortunately, the gasoline seems to be
a bit more volatile, and not only removed the stain when it exploded,
but also the pants, the washing machine, and two walls of his apartment.
At least the
stain was gone, although the pants he was wearing probably needed
Having a Ball with Yarns
When picking a melon, smell it for freshness and ripeness. Check to
see that the fruit is heavy in weight and that the spot on the end
where it has been plucked from the vine is soft. - Peggy in Tonawanda,
Dorothy saw the Wizard and cried…
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I go to Europe I’ll see—
some people who act really "free"—
They’re under a hex
having lots of hot sex
and I think they want a piece of me. - Cassandra in New York
I go to Europe I’ll see
The sidewalk cafes of gay Paris
All exhibit great glee
Because the wine flows free
To the point where they are tipsy. - E. Cole Aye
I go to Europe I’ll see
The great restaurants of Paris
While the food does rate
There’s one thing that I hate
The waiters are way too snooty. - E. Cole Aye
I go to Europe I’ll see
That great happy English city
Many call London town.
But one thing brings a frown
Why do they drive the wrong way? - E. Cole Aye
I go to Alaska I’ll see
Eagles soaring, fish in the sea,
Bears roaming in the wild
(But don’t get them riled) . . .
But swarms of mosquitoes bring no glee. - E. Cole Aye
I go to Europe I’ll see,
The start of our family tree.
Maybe in France or Spain–
You know the place with the rain.
Or maybe just go on a large drinking spree. - Bonnie in Louisiana
Ghosts. For what reason can they have to stay? Some believe it’s due
to "unfinished business." Almost everyone has unfinished business…
and yet, the world is not covered in ghosts. Instead, we find ghosts
mostly in ancient places… places with deep, historical roots… places
with dark pasts. Why is that? Why does the ghost in the old mansion
on the hilltop have more precedence than the suburban house that may
have had more deaths in there?
It’s actually rather depressing when you think about it. We want closure
for the deceased. We like to believe that they’re at peace and still
living somewhere, and yet here is the notion that there are people still
trapped in some sort of non-corporeal form, doomed to walk the halls
of the mortal plane that they once lived in. I watched one episode of
Ghost Hunters and they said that the ghost they were tracking was supposed
to be a little girl. Why does the little girl have to suffer and keep
walking, while the serial killers and rapists get to move on and be
There was an Australian Comedian awhile back (her name escapes me) who
did a bit about ghosts. Loosely quoted, she goes over the thoughts of
a ghost, how they’re trapped in a home, their privacy invaded by people
trying to track her, and her anger finally boils over. And what does
the ghost do? It moves a teacup 3 inches to the right. For a one-human
being that is powerful enough to contact us from beyond, or powerful
enough to linger here, they sure seem to have lost the concept of "conveying
clear messages" or "really scaring people." - David,
Mike, if it becomes an indisputable
fact that the earth has been visited by aliens, then I will be one of
the most surprised people of all. I have never seen what I consider
to be reasonable evidence that they have ever set foot, if they even
have such things, on this planet. Former members of the US Air Force
have said that the service was not unhappy about the popular interest
in UFOs, despite the difficulties it sometimes caused, because it deflected
attention from certain military test programs which could be effectively
hidden within the UFO debate. If there is something to find, you certainly
won’t find it if you are looking in the wrong place. Similarly, if you
have something to hide, it doesn’t hurt to encourage people to look
in the wrong place. Psychologically, there is a very fine line that
must be treaded between being able to see what is there because you
have prepared yourself to see it (being able to recognize it for what
it is) and seeing what isn’t there because you want to see it.
With respect to evidence
and absence, it is a matter of logic that absence of evidence is never
evidence of absence. If there is evidence of absence, you will have
shown something to be the case, in this case not the case, whereas in
the case of the absence of evidence, you will have failed to show anything
at all. This is why in a court of law, for example, if there is no evidence,
direct or indirect, that something was or was not present at the scene
of a crime, you are not entitled to claim that this shows that it was
or wasn’t there. Holmes’ dog not barking in the night is not an instance
of absence of evidence but one of evidence of absence. - Larry (UK)
According to "A Course in Miracles" the purpose of this planet
is to provide a place where belief in anything supernatural shall remain
optional, at the discretion of the individual soul. This covers faith
in a Deity, but also ESP, ghosts, and all the other things that are
widely "known" but impossible to prove in the lab to a skeptic.
that "God is not proven," not because they don’t believe,
but because we always need some faith to overcome a reasonable doubt.
I knew an Athiest who died in a park on his first outing in a wheelchair.
For a year afterward, I seemed to sense him still there, frustrated
that he was being ignored. I mentally suggested that he pay more attention
to any beings he could interact with, instead of his conviction that
his situation was impossible, and eventually he seemed to have moved
on. - Bob of the North
What I believe is, the human
mind will do anything you let it do. I have seen the ghost hunters and
all their hi-tech equipment on TV. I have talked to folks who say they
have seen images and heard all the things that go bump in the night.
I know there are people out there who spend a fortune trying to contact
a loved one.
The only thing the ghost hunters has been able to produce is a blip
on a scope or a flutter or streak on a screen that could be damn near
anything. Nothing is ever in focus and the moans sound more like some
one with gas rather than a ghost.
My question is, if these spirits have mustered up enough energy to make
an appearance, moan, and maybe knock over furniture, why not just pick
a pen and paper and write "Hey there, here I am". Why do they
only appear to some and not all ?
As far as Dr. Mitchell goes, I wonder how credible he really is. Didn’t
some of his latest papers and talks deal in paranormal space aliens
???? - Rick in Roanoke
Just about everyone has a ghost story or two in their repertoire …
My grandfather died when my father was only seven. He died in an automobile
accident at night. In the morning, my father’s brother and sister told
their mother that their father had come in to tell them goodnight when
he came home. They had not yet been told about the accident. Easily
explained, they merely experienced an expected event. It was really
just a memory.
But when my daughter was five, she told me about her grandfather hopping
(her word, not mine) into her room to tell her goodnight. We live in
the house my husband grew up in. His father died before my daughter
was born. His father also lost his leg in an accident when he was a
young man. When his prosthetic leg was causing irritation, he would
not wear it. Hence, he occasionally would “hop” around the house.
Not exactly a ghost story, but when my son was about six he told us
about something he had done before he was born (again, his words not
mine.) I don’t know if I believe in ghosts or just strong psychic impressions,
I just know there’s a lot in this world we can’t explain.
My father had a theory about the past and the present existing at the
same time … hmmmmm. - PamB in SoCal
Years ago, I had my own private
school. In the second grade there were about 5 white boys and one black
boy along with 3 girls.. They and I were sitting in the yard under a
tree talking about something in class and one white boy, say Tommy,
said to the black boy, "You are a nigger." The black boy,
Johnny, started to cry and immediately Tommy asked why he was crying…and
before I could interrupt Johnny answered, You called me a nasty bad
name and Tommy said "What!" Then I got to step in and explained
that such a word had a lot of feeling behind it because it had been
used in many ways and a lot of black men had even been lynched and such.
I said that the word had alot of really bad feelings associated with
it and should not be used…ever. Then Johnny piped up and said |I could
call you a bad name like that too, but my gradnmother told me not to
say it.| Of course all the kids wanted to know what it was, and I told
Johnny it would be ok this one time, so we could understand. He said
,"|You are a honkey Tommy." Tommy said "That doesn’t
make me mad…it doesn’t sound bad."
Then we had a little lecture about cnnotation, as well as about prejudices….These
little ones didn’t really have any prejudices then…just knew some
words…Tommy asked if he could feel Johnny’s hair and was so surprised
that it was so soft and felt so good. All the kids felt each other’s
hair, and some decided that Johnny’s hair was the best of all….They
were all such good friends after that, and not for just a couple of
months… - Charlotte, ALIG
I’ve always had mixed feelings about this issue. Of course growing
up in Arkansas in the ‘50’s the word was not uncommon. I’m afraid
that in my youth I was like "Tommy", the "N" word
was not intended as an insult, it was the only thing we had ever heard
blacks called. Most children thought that was what they were called!
a white person I’m sure I will never understand the depth of feeling
that this word invokes in black people. I’ve mentioned before
that the common use of the word in hip hop music and by blacks referring
to other blacks, makes it hard to play like the word doesn’t exist
and hard for young whites to understand why they can’t use it
too. But there’s a part of me that believes that if everyone adopted
the use of the word in everyday situations, like a lot of blacks do,
the “shock” effect would go away. At this point, knowing
that the word is hated so much, I think that in the back of everyone’s
mind is the knowledge that if you get really pissed off at a black person
you can always pull this out as your “trump card”. That
said, I’d like to point out that in my 50 something years I’ve
never stooped to this and hope I have the good sense not to!
in your case can you be sure that by giving an extensive explanation
to the children you didn’t inadvertently plant in their minds
the knowledge that this word is a potent weapon? Something they can
use when they really want to hurt someone? Sometimes isn’t it
better to tell children simply “We don’t call each other
Another marvel of modern technology brought to you from the United States
military. I swear our military has the coolest toys. Give it 5 or 6
years and you¢ll be able to buy one of these at Wal-Mart.
ARMY MULE - Noella
[That’s really cool. Thanks.]
I didn’t know what that was at first. Such a strange noise and with
the lifelike gait, I found myself feeling sorry for it when it was slipping
on the ice! I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t alive.]
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