Bags two plus another three makes five
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
I got as far as "A man and dog..." then the ADHD kicked in!
VS2010/Atmel Studio 6.1 ToDo Manager Extension Some days, it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.
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I got as far as "A man and dog..." then the ADHD kicked in!
VS2010/Atmel Studio 6.1 ToDo Manager Extension Some days, it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
Groan! I loved the writin' style too.
MVVM # - I did it My Way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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Groan! I loved the writin' style too.
MVVM # - I did it My Way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
It's a shame downvoting has been removed or this 'joke' would have been nuked out ;P
I love go-o-o-o-ld!
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It's a shame downvoting has been removed or this 'joke' would have been nuked out ;P
I love go-o-o-o-ld!
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
I found it :zzz: to read. Now I'm :zzz:. I need a :java: X| :laugh:
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Oh yeah please forgive that around and around in circles in the tall grass. The hound was much more at bay; sniffing, if you will. Next time. No circles.
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RedDk wrote:
Next time.
In the mean time you would be well advised to learn about verbs and punctuation.
Peter Wasser Art is making something out of nothing and selling it. Frank Zappa
Ah, the time window. There's an allotment of editorial headroom that's as yet undefined enough that the team's still on the task of sorting through the data. But being the boss, I have final say. And have not signed off. Of course, anyone of my minion will be able to read this post and get my design. Curses! Foiled again.
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A man and dog Gymbal, a retriever, great skill, hunting trip, one weekend. Man decides high time hunting buddies shoot some birds so he invites a few to come along. This weekend. Cabin in the woods. Food, gas stove, cooking, fireplace for a warm'n and lounge'n, moosehead under which while reclining stories telling. Well, weekend comes around the man's buddies in a station wagon ready to go. Man's loaded up gear and dog, is in the driver's seat, and starting out the driveway heading for cabin, friends in stationwagon close behind; by nine. Five hours, they're at the cabin. Great spot. Up state, sideways up a big hill overlooking a huge flat valley, many high grassed fields into a singular rift of small riverbed bewteen two high ridges 10 oclock and two oclock. Practically dark already and it's only 15 hundred hours. Unload the vehicles, unpack the packs, and use the facility; before the car doors shut for the last time, steaks are on the grill and brews are in and out of that icebox. The one with the compressor on the top. Man says "And this is all about this here dog". They become amused, his friends. One says "Yeah, about the greateness. Gymbal". Another one asks "What could be so great about a plain old retreiver". Yeah pipes up the third. "A dog's a dog when it comes to hunting pheasant, we all know that". "Not this dog" says the cabin owner. "This dog is specially trained. You'll see tomorrow". Victuals. Kitchen table. Long day of driving's meal, eating, drinking, and story. After, dishes and relocation to under the moose, all are in old dusty mildewed furniture in front the fire, finishing off the second case. Stories become incomprehensible. Time to hit the sack. Early enough to easily wake in the morning. All say goodnight ... and all say good morning. Abreast working a field ... the dog darts right, then left, then right again ... dissappears, reappears, runs back to the four men walking in a line and barks. "What's that boy, what's out there?" plies the owner puffing himself up, "What's up out there, boy"? Dog looks into master's eyes. Then turns and is silent. All of a suddenly 'SWOOSH and a whistlewhistlewhistle, crescendo of a whir, up goes a pheasant, straight away". First guy to the owner's right fires one shot, bird's still going away, hides, goes down behind a tree and is silent. "Aw too bad" goes the owner, "You missed him. Didn't hear the dog bark?". Guy who took the shot looks puzzled, says "Hear the dog bark?". So the owner says, "Well, dont' be
Upvoted : I am really in a good mood today :)
Seulement, dans certains cas, n'est-ce pas, on n'entend guère que ce qu'on désire entendre et ce qui vous arrange le mieux... [^] Joe never complained of anything but ever did his duty in his way of life, with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart [^]
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I found it :zzz: to read. Now I'm :zzz:. I need a :java: X| :laugh:
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Upvoted : I am really in a good mood today :)
Seulement, dans certains cas, n'est-ce pas, on n'entend guère que ce qu'on désire entendre et ce qui vous arrange le mieux... [^] Joe never complained of anything but ever did his duty in his way of life, with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart [^]
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You and JG Ballard
