Saturday, December 19, 2009

POTW Week 51

Snowstorm in Copenhagen... Snowstorm in Washington, DC.
We're waiting for a potential blizzard to hit us this evening.
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What a bummer for the global warming delegates!  Al Gore just can't catch a break.
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I don't deny that we have global climate changes....  the freaking Sahara used to be an ocean.  My bitch is with the Moonbats who say that glaciers are dissappearing on Mount Kilimanjaro because we a are bad people.  Then they make up false documentaries to support their political agenda.
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It is so pretentious to think that we can impact the climate of the earth.  Where were the Moonbats 10,000 years ago when the glaciers were dragging boulders all over the place!!!!

ANNOUNCING....
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 51st week of 2009

Paul Perocchi
John Walsh
Tyler Doyle
Robin Smith
Kerry Pierce
Kelsey O'Shea

I better get the tarp over the Tender before this snow moves into New England.

Peep of the Year, Lauren Rathbone said... 
I am trying to take in every last day of Peep of the Year 2009. Thank goodness I have been not be ousted in these last days. We will be in North Conway for the new year! If you and Joanne are up that way, send me an email. I will buy you a drink to celebrate what a honor peep of the year has been!

Pisc said...
got a 10 lb chicken roasted, with stuffing an taters baked in the drippinngs. Stuffed the bird with sausage and bread, onions and celery. Pint of Beam. Folks are fed, left overs a plenty, gas heat. Let er rip, Nor' Easter!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am trying to take in every last day of Peep of the Year 2009. Thank goodness I have been not be ousted in these last days. We will be in North Conway for the new year! If you and Joanne are up that way, send me an email. I will buy you a drink to celebrate what a honor peep of the year has been! Lauren Rathbone

Pisc said...

got a 10 lb chicken roasted, with stuffing an taters baked in the drippinngs. Stuffed the bird with sausage and bread, onions and celery. Pint of Beam. Folks are fed, left overs a plenty, gas heat. Let er rip, Nor' Easter!