tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post112587474877605519..comments2024-03-29T14:38:14.572+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: IrelandYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1125875927980926242005-09-05T00:18:00.000+01:002005-09-05T00:18:00.000+01:00We work like a horse.We eat like a pig.We like to ...<B>We work like a horse.<BR/>We eat like a pig.<BR/>We like to play chicken.<BR/>You can get someone's goat.<BR/>We can be as slippery as a snake.<BR/>We get dog tired.<BR/>We can be as quiet as a mouse.<BR/>We can be as quick as a cat.<BR/>Some of us are as strong as an ox.<BR/>People try to buffalo others.<BR/>Some are as ugly as a toad.<BR/>We can be as gentle as a lamb.<BR/>Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.<BR/>Some of us drink like a fish.<BR/>We can be as proud as a peacock.<BR/>A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.<BR/>You can get a frog in your throat.<BR/>We can be a lone wolf.<BR/>But I'm having a whale of a time!<BR/><BR/><I>You have a riveting web log<BR/>and undoubtedly must have<BR/>atypical & quiescent potential<BR/>for your intended readership.<BR/>May I suggest that you do<BR/>everything in your power to<BR/>honor your encyclopedic/omniscient<BR/>Designer/Architect as well<BR/>as your revering audience.<BR/>As soon as we acknowledge<BR/>this Supreme Designer/Architect,<BR/>Who has erected the beauteous<BR/>fabric of the universe, our minds<BR/>must necessarily be ravished with<BR/>wonder at this infinate goodness,<BR/>wisdom and power.</I><BR/><BR/>Please remember to never<BR/>restrict anyone's opportunities<BR/>for ascertaining uninterrupted<BR/>existence for their quintessence.<BR/><BR/><I>There is a time for everything,<BR/>a season for every activity<BR/>under heaven. A time to be<BR/>born and a time to die. A<BR/>time to plant and a time to<BR/>harvest. A time to kill and<BR/>a time to heal. A time to<BR/>tear down and a time to<BR/>rebuild. A time to cry and<BR/>a time to laugh. A time to<BR/>grieve and a time to dance.<BR/>A time to scatter stones<BR/>and a time to gather stones.<BR/>A time to embrace and a<BR/>time to turn away. A time to<BR/>search and a time to lose.<BR/>A time to keep and a time to<BR/>throw away. A time to tear<BR/>and a time to mend. A time<BR/>to be quiet and a time to<BR/>speak up. A time to love<BR/>and a time to hate. A time<BR/>for war and a time for peace. </I><BR/><BR/>Best wishes for continued ascendancy,<BR/>Dr. Howdy</B><BR/><A HREF="http://ilovehowdy.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow"><B>'Thought & Humor'</B></A><BR/><BR/><B>P.S. One thing of which I am sure is<BR/>that the common culture of my youth<BR/>is gone for good. It was hollowed out<BR/>by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"<BR/>then splintered beyond hope of repair<BR/>by the emergence of the web-based<BR/>technologies that so maximized and<BR/>facilitated cultural choice as to make<BR/>the broad-based offerings of the old<BR/>mass media look bland and unchallenging<BR/>by comparison."</B><BR/><BR/>{Please note that this letter about your<BR/>esteemed site promotes no merchandise -<BR/>but is simply a missive of good will to you.}Videos by Professor Howdyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12968471138473736952noreply@blogger.com