Time — about the only thing that makes wine worth drinking, besides the alcohol, and the flavor, and how it attracts babes. (Except for me, so I have to stop at the alcohol part.)
I've found, to my partial annoyance, that time is like that fuzz that makes a home under your bed. So, somewhat annoying but also I always know where to find some when I come up short, and the cat likes it under there too. On occasion I join the cat down there and we whisper and giggle all night, and sometimes play cards in the dark. (I always get beat, so it's a good thing that we only play for tuna nibbles these days. Tuna and sometimes cheese. We both like cheese. Cheese is good. Yay cheese.)
A stitch past time at best saves zero to 8.5, and sometimes results in a demotion. (Avoid.)
Time is like a wombat, but not fuzzy, and never gets old and cranky.
If time is like a river, then what hidden horrors might lurk in its depths, and do they like worms? (I know I do.)
Time — about the only thing that the cat hasn't figured out yet. (Me either, so let's nap on it and see what happens.)
Time — your secret weapon when you need to sleep it off.
When have they ever stopped a war in time for a cookie break? I mean, wouldn't you? Assuming that you're sane.
And...Scientists have just discovered that time is made of cookie dough. At least the yummy, chocolate-chip-flavored kind is. Personally speaking, I don't really care about the rest of time anyway. Gimme chips.
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Me? Still ticking, but don't want a licking. Not even one.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
