Captain Amphibian. No longer a joke.
Breakfast with the frogs. By invitation only. Bring your own flies.
Saw a frog today, robbing a bank. Not such a common sight around here any more.
I could be out hiking now, but Mom said no, and she'll whup me if I don't bring her the usual breakfast treat (something wiggly on on a stick).
Lizards don't migrate. At least since the dinosaurs quit chasing them, so it has been a while.
What's a Fraunhofer line anyway? I'm asking because Mom said I couldn't have any. She can be a mean old lizard, she. For example, I remember once she took away my gas can as I was heading out back to roast the babysitter. Took it away, just like that — no ceremony, no explanation, no apology other than saying she'd show me the right way to do it when I was old enough. But cripes — I'm 47 this week. When does this IOU come due?
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Me? Just scrubbed off my warts, and now look.
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
