tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post9217721211882899110..comments2023-12-27T13:35:09.431-07:00Comments on Exile in Portales: Bad For YouBuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-9471852175853505812012-07-13T10:21:59.859-06:002012-07-13T10:21:59.859-06:00Three-score and ten if they're lucky. I'l...Three-score and ten <i>if they're lucky.</i> I'll consider it a minor miracle if I make it that far.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-7477338398060851472012-07-13T10:20:51.394-06:002012-07-13T10:20:51.394-06:00I've noticed that about joggers/runners, too. ...I've noticed that about joggers/runners, too. Yet they ALL seem to live for that stuff.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-54000442324813265412012-07-13T09:38:12.872-06:002012-07-13T09:38:12.872-06:00Amen. I see folks jogging, as I drive by in air-co...Amen. I see folks jogging, as I drive by in air-conditioned comfort, listening to Jimi Hendrix at too-high a volume (someone else's definition, not mine; there is not too high a volume for Hendrix), and puffing on a cigarette while trying to decide whether I want extra peppers on my steak and cheese sub, and they're always grimacing, sweating hard, and looking as though they'd rather be doing just about anything else. I may not live as long, but I guarantee I'm happier.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-28071551704645222502012-07-12T20:54:58.318-06:002012-07-12T20:54:58.318-06:00PS: "Burp"PS: "Burp"virgil xenophonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11491836830352263438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-82268809262090458222012-07-12T18:45:07.966-06:002012-07-12T18:45:07.966-06:00The horse and mule live thirty years
And never kno...The horse and mule live thirty years<br />And never know of wines and beers.<br />The goat and sheep at twenty die,<br />Without a taste of scotch or rye.<br />The cow drinks water by the ton,<br />And at eighteen is mostly done.<br />The dog at fifteen cashes in,<br />Without the aid orf rum or gin.<br />The cat in milk and water soaks,<br />And then in twelve short years it croaks.<br />The modest, sober, bone-dry hen<br />Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.<br />All animals are strictly dry,<br />They sinless live and swiftly die.<br />But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked(ahem)men,<br />Live three-score years and ten!virgil xenophonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11491836830352263438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-63209703887753791062012-07-12T18:37:29.253-06:002012-07-12T18:37:29.253-06:00testtestvirgil xenophonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11491836830352263438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-50941551549766500302012-07-12T09:26:34.616-06:002012-07-12T09:26:34.616-06:00Smoking killed my father, indirectly. And it will...Smoking killed my father, indirectly. And it will be the cause of my death, too... indirectly. So I understand yer hatred. As fer helmets... I <i>always</i> wear one when I ride. I wanna go out with a fully-functioning brain, too.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-32031965631845037922012-07-12T06:12:10.572-06:002012-07-12T06:12:10.572-06:00You know what I think of cigarette smoking. I nev...You know what I think of cigarette smoking. I never complain to people about it - it is their business. But I HATE it - not because it stinks and is gross, but because of what it has done to people I love.<br /><br />As for children on bicycles, I never used all the helmets and stuff as a youngster and did just fine. Kids today like to gear up. It is like putting on your armor - part of the game. As an old lady who rides bikes, I do wear a helmet. I have crashed. I do know a lady who had a very simple crash, hit her head on the pavement, and had a serious brain injury. I do believe God will take you when the time is right - His timing, but I would like to go out with my brain fairly intact.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-2427031016832874142012-07-11T14:07:35.489-06:002012-07-11T14:07:35.489-06:00I'm with ya on that subject, Kris. Ain't ...I'm with ya on that subject, Kris. Ain't it just <i>amazing</i> what we did as kids and still managed to survive... somehow?Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-3741440687205292202012-07-11T14:06:20.135-06:002012-07-11T14:06:20.135-06:00"Prey." Heh. Good observation, Darryl...."Prey." Heh. Good observation, Darryl.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-65215217694679715552012-07-11T14:05:49.938-06:002012-07-11T14:05:49.938-06:00I quit smoking cigarettes when I HAD to quit. I&#...I quit smoking cigarettes when I HAD to quit. I'd prolly still be puffin' away if it weren't for the COPD.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-64330997593831610552012-07-11T13:45:22.626-06:002012-07-11T13:45:22.626-06:00Had the same conversation with The Oracle last nig...Had the same conversation with The Oracle last night as we passed 2 kids riding their bikes in full safety regalia - helmet, elbow pads, knee pads. We never used that stuff and somehow we survived and we enjoyed ourselves. I can't believe kids today enjoy riding a bike; hell they can't see much of anything with those full helmets on.Kris, in New Englandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05185696221729269932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-37480961062373438512012-07-11T12:49:18.037-06:002012-07-11T12:49:18.037-06:00I don't like cigarettes either, but I can cho...I don't like cigarettes either, but I can choose to leave if it offends me. as for the other folks; Vegetarians in the wild are collectively called "Prey". I think the same would apply to vegans...Barco Sin Vela IIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621907771132379553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-82033193130317733212012-07-11T12:49:14.344-06:002012-07-11T12:49:14.344-06:00I quit smoking when I quit liking it
But that'...I quit smoking when I quit liking it<br />But that's just me<br />I don't preach<br />But, if somebody blows smoke in my face, I might just react in a hostile manner ...just sayin'IT (aka Ivan Toblog)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07484236901066944983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-37823466433614411802012-07-11T12:06:55.006-06:002012-07-11T12:06:55.006-06:00I have a story in that space. I and a couple o...I have a story in that space. I and a couple o' friends were standing outside our place o' bid'niz taking a smoke break in the way-back when a large lady walked by and announced in a LOUD voice "I'm glad **I** don't smoke!" To which I replied, equally loud... "I'm glad I'm not FAT." She looked at me like I shot her dog but kept walking.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18232353.post-63052711815372423972012-07-11T11:23:58.148-06:002012-07-11T11:23:58.148-06:00Ya know, I often wonder what life would be like if...Ya know, I often wonder what life would be like if I gave up everything I liked. Then I realize that that wouldn't be life at all!<br /><br />I love it when complete strangers come up to me and ask me if I know if smoking is bad for me. I usually just stare back at them, then blow smoke in their faces. Maybe they get the point, maybe they don't. But they leave me alone after that.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.com