
I have to get up early tomorrow.
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Heading down to Cape Cod to pull a permit for the Coast Guard.
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The Cape is one of my favorite places - I really like the quaintness.
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Quaint is cool.
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I am cool.
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Ergo, I like quaint.
That's which don't kill ya makes fer bein'stronger, that is what my mammy would say. Her bein' all loopy on cough syrup, notwithstanding, she was visionary.
Face forward.
Judging by the mugs on yer lads there, the young miss got the better side of the gene pool. Big wheel, spinnin' round, hoo ha!
Goin' contra dancin' with Miss Pudding's sister, Candy, this evenin'. Miss Pudding is working the 7:02 train from Lowenwich (wees calls it Scrotum Itch, what with all the harlot's them turns out), lift a few wallets, roll a few drunk johns, in general keep the undersirables on theys guard. Multi-taskin, I calls it. Entrepreneurishness abounds in ole TL!
WE have been in North Conway since Wednesday, the skiing is good. Jason and my dad will be at Attitash tommorow. Ethan and I are hitting up Kahuna Laguna the indoor water park at the red jacket.
Have fun..Lauren Rathbone
Ooh, well look at this, peep of the year Miss Lauren Rathbone chimes in about winter frolicking and playing water sports. Goolleee! What next, a new mock apple pie recipe? Hows about a way to loose some stains from yer briefs?
I swear the fix was in on this one, I does I tells ya.
I recommend walkin' about the place with the fire ablaze and yer don johnson hangin' out whilst singin' "I am the walrus" by thems Fab Four. Get's folks attention, and I reckon it feels perty good, too, all that warmth on yer man gear. 'Chestnut roastin' on an open fire! Jake Frost nippin' on yer nose!"
Ise, too, heat the place with a stove. I find invigeration walkin' about Casa Tuna with my man tackle hangin' out, lettin' my vitals breath in the warm air from the stove. Granted, its a gas oven, with the door left open, hitched into my neighbors propane tank for economizin.' Nevertheless, real folk like us revel in the call of the wild, good feel of walkin about a place, singin' "My Way", and not bein' hauled in fer some trumped up charge. Enjoy!
I likes the sleight of generositiouness, damn fools just wants to think they important enough fer a sit down meals with a cocktail er three. I often do the same at the Red Lobster, where, I might add, I felicitate the 44 year young hostess with three divorces and a half breed daughter who is next in line. What? Cher was a half breed. No less than Cher. So check your high faluttin cogitatin'. Coo coo!
This here is one fabulous development in yer evolvin'. Soon enough, that shed of yers will be put to proper usin', with a chiminey of er own and some slow cookin' corn and sugah water, with a peach, er plum er raisins in there, make a proper mash.
aint no kevlar fer fire, neither. Pappy learned me right.
Citgo pulled their subsidy this past November. Chavez had gotten all the press he needed out of it (see, Light Weight in the White House)and now, you pay full, dirty American!
Joe's not for profit schtick does not account for his salary (600 large, that will buy a few pints) and those of his executive level colleagues, who also run for profit energy businesses.
Sounds ta me like homo anxiety. Folks dont much give a rat's arse fer where ye gits yer joe.
If you had gone to a pedigreed academy... like Shrewsbury High School, you'd have better learned how to manage your time, so that you could utter such wisdom as "Vidi, Vici, Veni"
I saw, I conquered, I came... Here in the Sunshine State of FL, where they finally learned to count Chad's, I bask in the sunshine while my contemporaries struggle in their day to day pursuits... Dodging snowflakes. My only concerns are political...will I drift left or right... though most drives are down the middle !
I likes to go swimmin' with bowlegged women and swims between they legs, swim between they legs, o' swim between they legs . . .
I rekomends you keep your woolies on and a flagon of antifreeze on the bench seat of yer vehicle.
I have a comment on some of yer spectatin' in days of past. Its plenty cold here in Skinny Smoke Holler, and I recreate my evenings on my sofa (that is what thems in france call a couch) watchin' tv. Since I spliced in my neighbors cable, I gets some primo channels, all fer nothin' but a tip of the cap on my mornin' jaunt.
Likes I says, I am watchin the pay fer it shows, and this "Rome" serial youse was so high on comes streakin' in. I am all for edifying myself, so I settle in with my flagon of mead and barrel of pork rinds. scene 1, some hussy gives this other hussy, as a sort of house warming present, a hatchet faced mute with a dork as big as ole Sugarfoots, tied down like a bronc. She goes on to say "large penis is a most gracious gift, don't youse think?" Great Caesar's Testicles, what the hell is this nonsense? These Eyetalian's, what was goin' on there? I means, I can appreciate a good public execution, and I likes lions at the circus that come through town, but what in the hell happened here? I am all for the lady folk sharin' a recipe for butter cookies and sending over a roast chicken to say "welcomes to the trailer park", but who in the hell gets to sending over a chattel with a pecker like a Louisville Slugger? Quites a leap, them hollywood pinkos is taking with the legacy of them no good pope lovin' garlic breathin' ginnies.
Sounds likes someone has been sniffin' pixie dust and gotten all gay. Jephimany candlemas, whats next, a sewin' bee with the women's tea clatch? Will, Nathan, dont be gay. Ise pullin fer ye!
It all seems pretty gay, the inauguration hoo ha. I am supporting Barry, no sour grapes, but the whole media event over what is a sober transition of significant earth bound power, that is somewhat, well, friggin' gay.
On a happier note, Al Qaeda camp in Algiers was closed recently due to an outbreak of the bubonic plauge. Apparently, some Taliban types spent time there and may have carried it back to their cave in the hills. God's power is awesome. Allāhu Akbar!
ease up there, Rambo, and grab yourself some couch, get to spectatin' the American Idolizer programmin'. There is an Almighty, if this dirn't prove it, well, I am not my sister's uncle.
I demands a recount! This is one of them Al Franken liberal conpiritatorials. Lauren cuts a fine figure, but should stick to makin' babies, this here is real work. When she breaks down aweepin' and complainin', don't says I didn't told you so. This here is heresy. Main street don't like it. I knows they don't.
Just as I was getting ready to make the crucial POTY selection, a FREAKING FIRE broke out in MY FREAKING HOUSE.
And it's already been reported in the Lynn Item. If you don't think that the Nanepashemet Blog has deep metaphysical power... Think Again!
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Chimney fire causes estimated $50G in damage to Marblehead home
By Dan O'Brien / The Daily Item
MARBLEHEAD - A slow-building fire crept through a chimney flue at a Marblehead home Thursday before it burst through a wall and caught the house on fire shortly after 5:30 p.m., firefighters said.
Fire Captain Elizabeth Wilson said the couple who lives at 32 Beverly Ave. started a fire in the fireplace a few hours earlier but the situation got out of hand when the flames went through the chimney flue.
"It breached the chimney and was in the wall on the first floor" when firefighters first arrived, Wilson said. "It burned for quite a while before it broke through. There was a lot of charring."
Wilson estimated the damages from the one-alarm fire at about $50,000.
The occupants of the home, John and Joanne Nestor, both evacuated and no injuries were reported.
Wilson said the couple had their chimney cleaned just two days ago.
"This is a good reason to have your chimney inspected and not just cleaned," Wilson said.
She said frequently these types of fires happen at night.
"They were lucky they were home and awake," Wilson said.
Salem and Swampscott fire departments provided mutual aid to Marblehead.
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Our profound thanks to the Marblehead Fire Department for saving our house. They are hard-working, tremendous professionals.
I have to same troubles with my crystal meth lab. We moved that trailer towards the swamp area just in case. Smart thinkin'. We deals the mix to the entire volunteer FD here in town, so that too is good fer preventin infernos.
Has they ruled out a fire starter? Ise thinks a feller of your compartmentations has crossed metal with a few in the days. Plus, all them fairy types, why thems hates a plain speakin' gent, and takes to sneak attackin, like them no good Japs.
I reckon your mountainship is a fig newton of your imagining. I horse whip the fairer sex if necesscitsatifying to get me a path cleared fer mobilied. Check yerself. And have a Merry fesivizing with your homo friends in Massawhatever, I means that from the bottom of me hart.
Time to unshod yer feets and let them dogs breathe a spell. I reckon a good snooze and some extended mouth breathin' will fix you up jus fine fer a good run of it over these holiday makin. Drink long and deep of the potion of yer choice, amigo. Joyeux Noel (picked that up from a gap tooth harlot down in N'Orleans, Christmas tide, 1977). Plenty of good folk out there, I reckon. Dummies.
Ho Ho Ho and Merry Christmas to youse and yers! TL here, spreadin' cheer and good feelins' like legs in a Tennessee cat house! Ooh ha, I gots a million of 'em.
I was listenin' to the wireless and heard that song about sleigh ridin', and hearin' that whip crack reminded me to slap the back end of Ms. Pudding as a sort of seasons greetification. Filled with the spirit is ole TL! I got me a stocking stuffer for Ms. Pudding, the likes of which she will find most gratified. I calls my bits and bobs the "Three Wise Men." She will knowd the gift of the Magi.
Yer kettle of cheese and noodles reminds me of the hamburger helper stew mama would make, she spared nothin', 'cept the burger of course. Good times, campin' out, thickened us up. Prepared Shoo and me for hoboing days. Christmas was a great time for us, plenty of food to be stoled, and presents for us under every Christmas tree in town!
I finds myself regurgitating sweet potato pie at the thought of the harm I done to myself this past festivizing period. There are several recitations of criminalizin facts that strike me all too plausible. Damn that Shoo Fly.
Ise finds that bomastin' is good fer the sole, like takin' a dump on yer neighbor's porch and ringin' the doorbell. All American style, that's how we roll.