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Location: Keepin' It Weird in Portland, OR | Whoa... I've been living in Oregon waaay too long. I pronounce it right. And I can relate to 29 of the 30 on that list.
My Mom was talking about earthquakes in CA. I said screw that, we got Volcanoes! Within sight on a clear day! (Once a month or so...)
Except for the thing about Salmon? |
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| Originally posted by cliff:
I absolutely LOVE watching the Demolition Derbies that ensue whenever there's a Texas IceStorm . . . When my father and I moved to Dallas from Ohio in the late 70's one of our favorite pasttimes was sitting in our living room(the window faced the beltline)and watching the locals all demonstrate their "winter round ups" we'd laugh till our bellies hurt.
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Location: NJ | btw:
It snowed here (just a "dusting") overnight.
Our first snow this Winter (and hopefully the last).
Is it Spring yet?? . . . |
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Location: Tucson, AZ | ...Eureka! Someone has found a "use" for the YUGOS! |
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Location: Upper Left USA | As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.
When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath the blonde gets out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load!"
When the light turns green, the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window and as she lowers it, he says...
"Hi, my name is Kevin. It's winter. This is Washington. And I'm driving a SAND TRUCK!" |
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OT: Please don't move to the Pacific Northwest
