Archive for April, 2010Recently, it’s causing me problems, as I’ve already dated all of the men in our park. I went out with Billy Bob a few times, but he was way more into his Taxidermy than he was me, and I just couldn’t compete with a stuffed possum. Then there was Billy Bob Joe, but between his squirrel hunting and bass fishing, he just really couldn’t fit me into his schedule. I had a fling with Billy Ray, but then his mom threatened to kick him out if he kept dating the "town tramp". (I never liked her any way). I thought it was going to work out with me and Bobby Joe, but his pregnant girlfriend put her foot down and that was the end of that. I tried a double date with Earl and Floyd, but they ended up getting into a fistfight after drinking too much while we were line dancing at the bar. I need a man who don’t mind providing for me, and who also has a little bit of class. Also, a high school diploma or G.E.D.is a definite plus. I don’t want someone who will be threatened by an educated woman. How do the rest of ya’ll meet men? Should I try a dating service or maybe start trying to meet them at church? Seriously, help guy! I’ve only got so long that I can be having babies and stuff. I need to get on the ball here. Also, a good security device when you go away on holiday!
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A hunter kills an animal, then gets it stuffed to show off his “trophy.” Well, we’re going to turn that up a notch. Except forget the trophy aspect and throw in an artist’s touch. Call it a mash up, if you will. It’s called Rogue Taxidermy… The Hour’s Nick McCabe Lokos and Darby Wheeler went to New York City to talk to two guys Duration : 0:3:57
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Duration : 0:1:46 . 1) Shot into space ( To Orbit forever around a Planet/Star!.) http://www.BuddySrikanth.tk ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ On the show Scrubs JD and Turk have a dead stuffed golden lab they call Rowdy. I was wondering if anyone knew where i could purchase one like it. The poem is "Fish out of Water" by Louis Jenkins. When he finally landed the fish it seemed so strange, so unlike other fishes he’d caught, so much bigger, more silvery, more important, that he half expected it to talk, to grant his wishes if he returned it to the water. But the fish said nothing, made no pleas, gave no promises. His fishing partner said, "Nice fish. You ought to have it mounted." Other people who saw it said the same thing, "Nice fish. . . ." So he took it to the Taxidermy shop but when it came back it didn’t look quite the same. Still, it was an impressive trophy. Mounted on a big board the way it was, it was too big to fit in the car. In those days he could fit everything he owned into the back of his Volkswagen but the fish changed all that. After he married, a year or so later, nothing would fit in the car. He got a bigger car. Then a new job, children. . . . The fish moved with them from house to house, state to state. All that moving around took its toll on the fish, it began to look worn, a fin was broken off. It went into the attic of the new house. Just before the divorce became final, when he was moving to an apartment, his wife said "Take your goddamn fish." He hung the fish on the wall before he unpacked anything else. The fish seemed huge, too big for this little apartment. Boy, it was big. He couldn’t imagine he’d ever caught a fish that big. My interpretation: The fish wasn’t really the focus of the story… sort of a prop representing the moral of the story. The poem seems to be about regret. Having swam so far upstream only to be pulled back downstream. It tells a story of distractions from what’s really the most important. How a large thing (a problem, for example) can get in the way of the things which should be paid more attention to. |