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Post by stevec on Feb 19, 2014 12:14:17 GMT -6
I am familiar with the sayings "Crazy as a coot" "Crazy Old Coot" I know the plural of coot is Coots. Need I say more? I hope the snake wasn't harmed because of that maniac. My chuckle of the day.
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Post by stevec on Feb 20, 2014 21:44:27 GMT -6
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Post by showmedot on Feb 20, 2014 22:07:21 GMT -6
Sounds like Gracia Burnham. You remember, maybe, that she and husband Martin were held hostage for a year by Filipino Islamic insurgents.
In an interview not long after her lengthy recovery from malnutrition and various injuries, she announced that she was planning to go back because the missionary need was so great and her three children could live with their grandparents while their surviving parent walked into the lion's mouth again.
As far as I'm aware, cooler heads prevailed as I don't know that she ever did return.
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Post by stevec on Feb 20, 2014 22:24:54 GMT -6
I wouldn't be surprised if Short, at age 75, has a serious illness and he wants to die a martyr.
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Post by woodrowli on Feb 20, 2014 23:15:57 GMT -6
I wouldn't be surprised if Short, at age 75, has a serious illness and he wants to die a martyr. No different than suicide by Cop. For those that never heard that term see HEREI do believe you are Right Steve,
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Post by woodrowli on Mar 6, 2014 15:24:51 GMT -6
Dumbest story of the day, In my opinion SOURCE
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Post by stevec on Mar 6, 2014 15:49:36 GMT -6
I drive through Stuart almost every day. How did I miss him?
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Post by showmedot on Mar 6, 2014 16:07:09 GMT -6
I drive through Stuart almost every day. How did I miss him? The more apt response IMO is, "Damn glad he missed me!" Gotta admit that reminds me of dumb party-hearty collegiate weekends when my boyfriend drove because he was too drunk to walk straight.
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Post by woodrowli on Jul 24, 2014 8:09:56 GMT -6
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Post by stevec on Jul 24, 2014 12:24:16 GMT -6
I had a best friend who had a stepbrother who lived in Boston, which is about 60 mi north from our hometown. One day, my friend's stepbrother stopped calling and stopped visiting.
Two years later, I hopped off a Greyhound bus, the 1st time I visited my girlfriend(future wife)in college, and first time traveling by myself to Boston, and who do I pass in the middle of the street after I exited the station door? THE STEPBROTHER!
Talk about shocked, we said, "Hi", and he kept walking away as if he had someplace to go in a hurry. When I got home I informed my friend that his stepbrother was still alive, and all I could get out of him was, "Hi", and the most dumbfounded look I had ever seen on person. What were the odds of that happening in a city that big, with that large a population?
Btw, the stepbrother never did call or visit again. My chance encounter was the last time my friend and his mother knew George was still alive.
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