not too far from where I lived in south Minneapolis
Some years ago we had an owl come down our chimney. I was upstairs and heard a shriek from my wife downstairs. She had heard a noise in the fire place, so went and opened the glass doors. The owl flew out past her head.
I'm willing to bet that this Superb Owl went down the chimney on Super Bowl Sunday.
Some years ago we had an owl come down our chimney. I was upstairs and heard a shriek from my wife downstairs. She had heard a noise in the fire place, so went and opened the glass doors. The owl flew out past her head.
It was a small owl, only about 5 inches tall. It was obviously also scared, and I found it hiding behind a couch. I dropped a plastic bucket over it, slid a piece of plywood under the bucket, and took the owl outside to release it.
Brew on
I was literally crying with laughter for a solid minute - this is some classic Ken M material!
Looks a lot like I remember the one that came down our chimney.They are so frippin cute when they're little
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https://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/coke-pepsi-testosterone-testicle-b2289857.html
The headline somehow neglects to say that this is based on small (30) groups of mice, it's nothing to do with humans.
Or my next imperial stout!!And Big Balled Lab Rats would be a great name for a rock band.
Those are some desperate women...
Have you seen the men in Seattle?Those are some desperate women...
Some say the U.S. Navy runs on steam. Some say nuclear power. Some say #5 bunker oil.Adult smokers with mental illness consume the most caffeine in the U.S.
"Adult smokers with mental illness"
a lot of words just to say "navy enlisted"
My Grandpa retired from the navy in the late 70's. To this day he still talks about how bad the Navy's coffee was, way too strong and thick. Now he makes fairly weak Folger's for himself to drink.Some say the U.S. Navy runs on steam. Some say nuclear power. Some say #5 bunker oil.
Those of us who have “been there, done that” know that the Navy runs on coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Strong, heavy, thick, steaming coffee.
I probably could live without beer, but I doubt I could exist without coffee.
1969 I was a 3rd Class Midshipman aboard the USS New Jersey, BB-62. My duty station was on the O4 signal bridge, led by a crusty old First Class Petty Officer as the LPO. During a mid-morning sweep down, the LPO tasked me with filling the 50 cup percolator coffee pot with water from a nearby scuttlebutt (‘spigot’, for all you land lubbers or erstwhile members of the Army and/or ‘Chair Force’).My Grandpa retired from the navy in the late 70's. To this day he still talks about how bad the Navy's coffee was, way too strong and thick. Now he makes fairly weak Folger's for himself to drink.
Now that's a good story.1969 I was a 3rd Class Midshipman aboard the USS New Jersey, BB-62. My duty station was on the O4 signal bridge, led by a crusty old First Class Petty Officer as the LPO. During a mid-morning sweep down, the LPO tasked me with filling the 50 cup percolator coffee pot with water from a nearby scuttlebutt (‘spigot’, for all you land lubbers or erstwhile members of the Army and/or ‘Chair Force’).
Anyway, with a cleaning Field Day in progress and a bunch of coffee-starved sailors in need of caffeine, the pressure was on me to carry out the task of filling this urn Ricky-tick. But many of the normal passageways and ladderways (stairs and halls) were secured (closed) for cleaning.
After searching in vain for a source of water, I finally found a water valve on an open deck and proceeded to fill the large coffee pot and haul it back up to the signal bridge. Carefully the huge coffee maker’s basket was filled with fresh grounds, and the long percolation process was begun.
Finally, following a seemingly never-ending wait, the nectar was finally ready for consumption. The crusty Leading Petty Officer strode up to the pot, drew off a slug of ‘Joe’ and took a first sip. Immediately a look of disgust came across his face as he spit out a mouthful of unconsumable witches brew.
Seems like the water spigot I’d found was not fresh water, but rather a salt water wash down spigot! Needless to say, I was never again tasked with filling the coffee maker.
Have you seen the men in Seattle?
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