Comments on: December Morn http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/ I'm physically incapable of making a long story short - and I've been making short stories long for years. Sun, 12 Oct 2008 16:47:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Yolo Cowboy http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-30655 Sat, 22 Dec 2007 18:48:50 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-30655 Speaking of tags, your it. Every time time I see pics of you feeding in the snow I stop complaining about feeding in the rain. Speaking of tags, your it.

Every time time I see pics of you feeding in the snow I stop complaining about feeding in the rain.

]]> by: laurie http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-30275 Sun, 16 Dec 2007 01:18:05 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-30275 Karen, I'm sorry I missed the tag, but I will do it soon, I promise. Karen, I’m sorry I missed the tag, but I will do it soon, I promise.

]]> by: Sigurd the Absurd http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-29619 Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:32:20 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-29619 Well then, ferry cross the Mersey and have friday tea with the McCartneys. If the blitz doesn't destroy the Dingle, we can push our luck in Achaia... bad idea. Never mind me. I'm still tossed over the Elgin Stones. Call it my quasi-guilty mea-culp-a-bility [sic] for proximity to things related to Ilian resistance. When all is said and done, we can feel superior, sitting on Olympian beaches with all the German tourists and our Swedish wives, whilst drunkingly blaming the Brits for "really" screwing up the world. (We'll pretend the Celts didn't annihilate the Irish nor Norsemen pull the wings off butterflies before evolving into Bono, bog virgins and Alfred Nobel, respectively. Everyone knows Scarlet O'Hara wasn't catholic. Just stoop-id!) Yasu! I knew a man [what man? the man with the power! what power...he looked like Johnny Cash!] who whence a lad had created a real health problem slitting throats, until the Wermacht dispatched engineers into the sewers to see what was stinking up the street trade near. ("Oh, so that's what happened? We thought those soldiers went AWOL." They never did find the bodies burning in the garbage dump! Fires in the Peloponnese are always bad news!) So run did he to Olympia to find something himself: the welcome mat rolled up. Any wonder why? Things like that can haunt a guy a lifetime... and then, his own kid brother does a dern fool thing like become a combat photographer; later spending a night in Amityville he swears was more chillin' then Charlie. Those crazy Mediterraneans and their superstitious ways, always caught in the crossfire of boogiemen and bullets. "And I will tell you 'bout Phaedra...one velvet morning when I'm straight." Well then, ferry cross the Mersey and have friday tea with the McCartneys. If the blitz doesn’t destroy the Dingle, we can push our luck in Achaia… bad idea. Never mind me. I’m still tossed over the Elgin Stones. Call it my quasi-guilty mea-culp-a-bility [sic] for proximity to things related to Ilian resistance. When all is said and done, we can feel superior, sitting on Olympian beaches with all the German tourists and our Swedish wives, whilst drunkingly blaming the Brits for “really” screwing up the world. (We’ll pretend the Celts didn’t annihilate the Irish nor Norsemen pull the wings off butterflies before evolving into Bono, bog virgins and Alfred Nobel, respectively. Everyone knows Scarlet O’Hara wasn’t catholic. Just stoop-id!) Yasu! I knew a man [what man? the man with the power! what power…he looked like Johnny Cash!] who whence a lad had created a real health problem slitting throats, until the Wermacht dispatched engineers into the sewers to see what was stinking up the street trade near. (”Oh, so that’s what happened? We thought those soldiers went AWOL.” They never did find the bodies burning in the garbage dump! Fires in the Peloponnese are always bad news!) So run did he to Olympia to find something himself: the welcome mat rolled up. Any wonder why? Things like that can haunt a guy a lifetime… and then, his own kid brother does a dern fool thing like become a combat photographer; later spending a night in Amityville he swears was more chillin’ then Charlie. Those crazy Mediterraneans and their superstitious ways, always caught in the crossfire of boogiemen and bullets. “And I will tell you ’bout Phaedra…one velvet morning when I’m straight.”

]]> by: Niki http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-29575 Mon, 03 Dec 2007 04:22:47 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2007/12/02/december-morn/#comment-29575 I am so sorry you are under the weather while trying to stay on top of it. I can totally relate...the animals trust that the food will be there. You have such a handful though and it's hard to think of you doing it all alone and not feeling well. Please take care. I hope you'll get well soon. I am so sorry you are under the weather while trying to stay on top of it. I can totally relate…the animals trust that the food will be there. You have such a handful though and it’s hard to think of you doing it all alone and not feeling well. Please take care. I hope you’ll get well soon.

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