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BREAKING: Joe Biden Injured Playing with His Dog
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I bet he kicked the dog.
He probably tried to sniff its butt.
Doc, brother Merle and Happy Traum , "rappin" in th "Hole in th' wall" in Ft. Worth. 1971. Oh what a nite!!!
Sucks man.
I think if the flu cases are down... probably because people have generally stayed away from each other. I could swear that a normal flu year was between 45-55k cases, and the base recent year as around 68k.
My mom, who is 76, has a case of pneumonia right now. I doubt it's COVID, as her blood O2 is staying up. I told her to stay on the statin she's supposed to get off of until this passes just in case. (Statins tend to reduce blood clotting.)
Mine was a Vietnamese beauty. Married a doctor of some sort last I heard, good luck to him. She needed constant attention and approval from everyone, as it turned out especially men.
My black Friday (and Saturday) motivation....
Bravo range at Triple C if anyone is interested.
Bravo range at Triple C if anyone is interested.
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Really? A 10-22 for “far away tyranny”?
It has a scope... it’s a M-16 fully semi automatic sniper rifle
He had an insufficiency fracture of his middle and intermediate cunieiforms which is an Unusual fracture.BREAKING: Joe Biden Injured Playing with His Dog
I bet he kicked the dog.
Osteopenia of age
Bet anything he was not playing with the dog, but injured it getting out of bed and going to the toilet at nite.
Too bad he did not break his hip!
and here i am thinking it meant virgina for life --- likely a newly married dude thinking he is lucky ..
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At least she had a pot to piss in.
Maybe less people are being admitted to hospitals for non-covid stuff, therefore less people are at risk of medical malpractice. .....So it’s interesting if those numbers are correct then it’s more likely that people are not dying as much this year because they’re not on the roads adding to all sorts of other statistics. Did you pull up deaths by motor vehicle so far this year and a whole bunch of other stuff?
What we need to see is we need to see the breakdown in order to determine whether or not we’re just having a typical year, or whether or not there are classes of things that didn’t happen this year that involve people being out of the home. Especially a major population centers where for the most part people are actually wearing masks, restricted to staying home, there are very few essential workers , blah blah blah
I did find this... which is an interesting read, but its its only one source:
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Mortality in the U.S. noticeably increased during the first months of 2020 compared to previous years
A comparison of the number of deaths from all causes in the U.S. during the first 17 weeks of 2020 reveals a higher mortality than for the same period in any of the previous five years. While the death count was comparable to previous years in the first two months of 2020, it increased rapidly...healthfeedback.org
The reason I bring any of this up is it doesn’t make any sense that there would be no change in mortality for certain types of events. if a bunch of people are staying at home… the numbers are going to have to be different. Very curious to see how major population centers not having a lot of people out and about with affect death statistics in general.
If you’re interested in looking at the dead yourself yourself, I was able to find the CDC webpage on death statistics for this year:
COVID-19 Death Data and Resources - National Vital Statistics System
National Center for Health Statisticswww.cdc.gov
That kills hundreds of thousands a year....
I've seen something like this happen at Crystal Beach here in Texas. Strangest, most erie thing you've seen. Absolutely 0 wind and what you might consider waves at the beach maybe 6 in tall coming in very slowNot a ripple on the water but the sails are full?
Is that what chicken fuckers use?
Instead of wearing a mask in the car........
That's a special ops Training Method for either shooting around corners or making sure nobody can flank you
I like guns AND titties! Bye Felicia!
Looks like my basset hounds ass. The dog not the girl.
My wife says the swirls on his butt look like falopian tubes.
One of the guys at a place I worked at 25 years ago had a personalized plate that read;
"TRSVET"
The guys nickname was TR and the plate was on his Corvette...........
He wasn't the sharpest bulb in the chandelier and oddly enough, got called a transvestite a lot.
Two police officers were on a traffic patrol in a small southern town on a very hot and hazy day. It was about 98 degrees in the shade and the humidity was so bad even the fish were sweating.
The two members of the local constabulary were in the police cruiser that was backed into a secluded alley; looking for traffic violators. The car was a 1986 Crown Victoria that had seen better days. Due to the fiscal restraints some maintenance items had to be deferred.
One of the deferred maintenance items was the vehicle’s air conditioning system. Unfortunately, the old A/C would decide to stop operating when the mercury got past 90 degrees.
The southern sleuth-hounds were the worse for wear that day as they were kicked out of the station by the Chief and told to catch some speeders if they wanted the money to get the vehicle’s air conditioning fixed.
Because it was after lunch and it was so hot the two crime-stoppers could barely hold their eyes open. It was nap time for most of this little hamlet in cotton country.
Our ersatz heroes were no exception. They did their best to remain alert, but they kept opening and closing their eyes while the bobbing of their heads kept time with an old Hank Williams rendition of “Lonesome Whistle” resonating from a local AM radio station.
It was about 1430 hours according to the police log when two old ladies were standing on the street corner about a block away from the boys in blue. Both seasoned citizens were suffering from the heat and humidity as bad as the officers; who they did not see backed into the alley.
Martha, the eldest and most adventuresome, looked over at her sister Myrna and exclaimed; “It sure is hot today.”
“I know, sister, my dress and underwear are sticking to me like Elmer’s glue.”
Patting her neck with her handkerchief, Martha blurted out, “Myrna, you just gave me an idea!”
“What is it, Martha?”
“Myrna, how long have we lived in this town and yet we have never done anything daring?”
“My goodness sister, the last time I did anything daring was when I kissed your boyfriend on the…”
“Stop it, Myrna!”
“Dear sister, I don’t know why you’re still angry about that. It was over 60 years ago. Besides, he eloped with Daisy May Wingate.”
“Oh, shut up. Why don’t we do something daring right now? It’s too hot to do anything else and the temperature has given me a brilliant idea!”
“What is it Martha?”
With an evil grin on her Southern Baptist face, Martha looked at her sister and, in a whisper, suggested they go streaking!
Myrna wasn’t taken aback one bit. The prospect sounded as exciting as kissing her sister’s old boyfriend on the…
Well, I digress too much. On with the rest of the story…
Giddily and with the uninhibited exuberance of a two-year-old running around the house in her birthday suit after a bath, the two Brewster sisters took every article of blue gingham clothing and frilly laced unmentionables off then stuffed them in their over-sized handbags that they carried their “cough medicine” in.
The only thing they were wearing were high-heeled shoes and wide-brimmed sun bonnets. Their spirits were willing, but their flesh was weak. When the sign said “WALK” they took off across the intersection as fast as their eighty-plus legs would carry them. They decided to pick up the pace when they saw a snail gaining on them.
With the speed of peanut butter sliding down a window pane, Martha and Myrna passed the black & white Crown Victoria backed up in the alley with both officers’ eyelids as heavy as a copper still. In case you haven't figured it out by now the overheated constables were as alert as a baby on Benadryl.
About five minutes went by after the senior streakers passed the officers. The radio station moved on from Hank Williams to Patsy Cline singing “Crazy.” And by the time Patti Page started to sing “Tennessee Waltz,” the sisters had turned the corner and were out of sight.
Rubbing the sleep and sweat out of his eyes, one of the officers exclaimed; “Hey Fred, did you see who went by?”
With a yawn as long as the Texas coastline, Fred replied, “Yep, it was the Brewster sisters, I think. Didn’t you get a good look at them, Bill?”
Rubbing his eyes again, Bill asked, “Good enough but what the heck were they wearing?”
“I don’t know but it sure needs ironing.”
The two members of the local constabulary were in the police cruiser that was backed into a secluded alley; looking for traffic violators. The car was a 1986 Crown Victoria that had seen better days. Due to the fiscal restraints some maintenance items had to be deferred.
One of the deferred maintenance items was the vehicle’s air conditioning system. Unfortunately, the old A/C would decide to stop operating when the mercury got past 90 degrees.
The southern sleuth-hounds were the worse for wear that day as they were kicked out of the station by the Chief and told to catch some speeders if they wanted the money to get the vehicle’s air conditioning fixed.
Because it was after lunch and it was so hot the two crime-stoppers could barely hold their eyes open. It was nap time for most of this little hamlet in cotton country.
Our ersatz heroes were no exception. They did their best to remain alert, but they kept opening and closing their eyes while the bobbing of their heads kept time with an old Hank Williams rendition of “Lonesome Whistle” resonating from a local AM radio station.
It was about 1430 hours according to the police log when two old ladies were standing on the street corner about a block away from the boys in blue. Both seasoned citizens were suffering from the heat and humidity as bad as the officers; who they did not see backed into the alley.
Martha, the eldest and most adventuresome, looked over at her sister Myrna and exclaimed; “It sure is hot today.”
“I know, sister, my dress and underwear are sticking to me like Elmer’s glue.”
Patting her neck with her handkerchief, Martha blurted out, “Myrna, you just gave me an idea!”
“What is it, Martha?”
“Myrna, how long have we lived in this town and yet we have never done anything daring?”
“My goodness sister, the last time I did anything daring was when I kissed your boyfriend on the…”
“Stop it, Myrna!”
“Dear sister, I don’t know why you’re still angry about that. It was over 60 years ago. Besides, he eloped with Daisy May Wingate.”
“Oh, shut up. Why don’t we do something daring right now? It’s too hot to do anything else and the temperature has given me a brilliant idea!”
“What is it Martha?”
With an evil grin on her Southern Baptist face, Martha looked at her sister and, in a whisper, suggested they go streaking!
Myrna wasn’t taken aback one bit. The prospect sounded as exciting as kissing her sister’s old boyfriend on the…
Well, I digress too much. On with the rest of the story…
Giddily and with the uninhibited exuberance of a two-year-old running around the house in her birthday suit after a bath, the two Brewster sisters took every article of blue gingham clothing and frilly laced unmentionables off then stuffed them in their over-sized handbags that they carried their “cough medicine” in.
The only thing they were wearing were high-heeled shoes and wide-brimmed sun bonnets. Their spirits were willing, but their flesh was weak. When the sign said “WALK” they took off across the intersection as fast as their eighty-plus legs would carry them. They decided to pick up the pace when they saw a snail gaining on them.
With the speed of peanut butter sliding down a window pane, Martha and Myrna passed the black & white Crown Victoria backed up in the alley with both officers’ eyelids as heavy as a copper still. In case you haven't figured it out by now the overheated constables were as alert as a baby on Benadryl.
About five minutes went by after the senior streakers passed the officers. The radio station moved on from Hank Williams to Patsy Cline singing “Crazy.” And by the time Patti Page started to sing “Tennessee Waltz,” the sisters had turned the corner and were out of sight.
Rubbing the sleep and sweat out of his eyes, one of the officers exclaimed; “Hey Fred, did you see who went by?”
With a yawn as long as the Texas coastline, Fred replied, “Yep, it was the Brewster sisters, I think. Didn’t you get a good look at them, Bill?”
Rubbing his eyes again, Bill asked, “Good enough but what the heck were they wearing?”
“I don’t know but it sure needs ironing.”
Mad Max is preferable to 1984... Actually, it is even more preferable to go Mad Max on those trying to give us 1984...
While I was in Texas I found this place! I want to worship at the alter of the holy brisket!!!!
And it is shipped out from a place so far away that when the shipper asks for insurance on the package, the correct answer is 'interstellar, sub-light speed, bill recipient's estate'...
