tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post156857467816882847..comments2024-03-28T18:09:56.579-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: After 25 Years, Pretty Much Anything GoesValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-90123705306105831812013-09-26T22:14:17.048-05:002013-09-26T22:14:17.048-05:00TOMBS! Ha, ha.,ha,,,, -----lait me down - please....TOMBS! Ha, ha.,ha,,,, -----lait me down - please.............knancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01676773933097423968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-39227497849001572542013-09-26T19:29:31.994-05:002013-09-26T19:29:31.994-05:00knancy,
Then I suggest you do not apply for a teac...knancy,<br />Then I suggest you do not apply for a teaching position just down the hall. In an effort to reduce your anxiety, let the record show that the hallfrog was not pierced by a trident harpoon, nor did he have a metal clip in his lips, his skin was intact, his legs were most definitely not jumping, and nobody beaned him on the head. The Backroads HS cafeteria would never be mistaken for a nice restaurant, and any eater of the hallfrog's legs would surely die of malnutrition. I can't speak for the running over business, because that hallfrog was incredibly flat.<br /><br />Next time, we'll try to nab a scorpion from the home ec room.<br /><br />*****<br />Linda,<br />I never know which ornate thread life's rich tapestry will unravel before me.<br /><br />*****<br />Stephen,<br />I was hoping you would understand. <br /><br />In other news of the impending handbasketopocalypse...I read that a spurned blogger drew too much attention to her breakup-by-texting, and was criticized because the two books she claimed to have written were merely...wait for it..."self-published TOMBS of her own autobiography."<br /><br />I know it's true. I read it in the UK Daily Mail.<br /><br />*****<br />Sioux,<br />And...fling ellipses---and dashes---with impunity! Don't try this at home, laypeople. It is only safe for professionals.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-43452221128866179192013-09-25T21:09:07.785-05:002013-09-25T21:09:07.785-05:00That is one of the many perks of being a teacher--...That is one of the many perks of being a teacher---along with the fame and fortune...being able to play with dead frogs during your work day...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-2083301396110870852013-09-25T20:38:33.485-05:002013-09-25T20:38:33.485-05:00Rest assured; your credibility has not been decima...Rest assured; your credibility has not been decimated, at least not with me.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-53303479733621134322013-09-25T20:04:09.400-05:002013-09-25T20:04:09.400-05:00Oh my! What away to start your day. I thought you ...Oh my! What away to start your day. I thought you had found fodder, but a FROG!?Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-72375692143942519822013-09-25T20:00:27.042-05:002013-09-25T20:00:27.042-05:00Well, I suppose, as most of you know, I am a West ...Well, I suppose, as most of you know, I am a West Virginia Hillbilly. My dad would go frog gigging in the creeks and streams around here with his drinking buddies wearing waders and carrying little trident harpoons to stab the frogs. Then he would bring them home all gussied up on little metal clips through their lips/mouths until he could skin them in order to have frog legs for dinner. Now, as a child, I would watch this cleaning of the frogs. It was horrendous! They would still be jumping around even after he beaned them in the head! Many years later, I was in a very nice restaurant and a co-eater ordered frog legs and I had to leave the table for a few minutes! I also ran over a frog on my bicycle once, but it had already been smashed in the middle by a car and it was still moving all of its arms and legs. Frogs freak me out to no end.<br />knancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01676773933097423968noreply@blogger.com