T-A-G-G-E-D
I never liked playing tag as a wee lad...I kept wondering what the point was....no free punches, noogies, nothing. Oh, well.
Okay, here we go...
1. I had a private lunch with the President of my university, at his house.
2. I punched an Arab, in East Jerusalem.
3. I was the target of a rock-throwing Palestinian.
4. I have seen a mountain lion in the wild.
5. I have been close enough to smell the warm, stinky, humid breath of a wild buffalo, and, I might add, not just smell it, but be woken up by it.
6. I cut the grass with a 68" National Triplex CE, the finest specialty mower in the world.
7. I am loathe to put mushrooms into my mouth, much less chew on them.
The buck stops here.
Okay, here we go...
1. I had a private lunch with the President of my university, at his house.
2. I punched an Arab, in East Jerusalem.
3. I was the target of a rock-throwing Palestinian.
4. I have seen a mountain lion in the wild.
5. I have been close enough to smell the warm, stinky, humid breath of a wild buffalo, and, I might add, not just smell it, but be woken up by it.
6. I cut the grass with a 68" National Triplex CE, the finest specialty mower in the world.
7. I am loathe to put mushrooms into my mouth, much less chew on them.
The buck stops here.
3 Comments:
The Buck Stops Here
Amen!
You punched an Arab?! DO TELL!
That's quite the moniker, dreweyfern...
This information has only recently become declassified...we'll see if I have time for an anecdote or two sometime soon...
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