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It's in the international Isle of my local Publix. Both Vegemite and Marmite. So you can be an Aussie one day and a Pom the next.

But overthinking is what I do.

If you read this, what would you think it meant? And there is no right answer because I have no idea what he meant. In the story we have two girls and they are going to the swimming pool but they have no bathing suits so they had to go shopping. "The girls bought matching bikinis and cover-ups". Would you take that to mean that Donna bought a red bikini with a red cover-up while Lauren bought a blue bikini with a blue cover-up - the cover-ups and bikinis matched? Or Lauren and Donna both bought red bikinis with blue cover-ups - the girls bought matching outfits? I've read this story several times and every time I come to that point it just makes me hesitate for a moment trying to figure out what exactly the author meant.

Color vision. My job required me to have color vision. I had to have a vision test every year, which included the ishihara plates. So I'm there one time and the doctor is asking me to tell him the number I see and to trace the squiggly path with my finger, and then he opens up a page that's mostly purple and asks what number it is. I told him I didn't see no number. Told me to look harder. I told him I still didn't say no number. He says to follow him, and he goes out the door. So I get up out of the chair and I follow him and we go outside and then he shows it to me. Oh, that's a four. He nodded his head wisely. "Fluorescent lights. They'll screw your vision sometimes." I could not see a difference in any of them damn dots, until we went out in the natural light and then that number four was jumping out slap you in the face.

What - 12 chairs? That one truly sucked.

If you were putting chili on it instead of ketchup, that would be a good idea. Just ladle chili in the groove instead of trying to set it on top of a curved surface. Also there appears to be a couple of burn marks on it. Did they cook that on a grill? That might be the reason for the split - split it open and lay it on the grill and it cooks completely quicker.

Why is it split?

If it wasn't a Ruger. If I got a Smith & Wesson double action revolver in 10 mm, I would get another cylinder - probably one in 357 - and have it rechambered to 38/40. This would give me a lovely gun with two cylinders that I could fire three different cartridges in. That would be neat. But unless they have changed their policy, Ruger will not sell you a cylinder. So finding a spare GP100 357 cylinder would be difficult.

Somehow I think it's a camera trick. I'm supposing that's a hot dog in a bun. In my experience, if you got a hot dog that burnt, it would have split the casing at the end. The rounded end would no longer be lovely rounded. And I can't imagine how you could burn a piece of bread that black and still be able to see texture. Camera trickery.

This is true

I enjoyed that video. It was a great story. The title, however, makes absolutely no sense. If they were disguised as a German plane, I could see where that would fool Germany. If they flew all by their lonesome to Berlin, to bomb Berlin because the Germans bombed London, I could see where that would be revenge. But neither of those things happened. And I have no idea what they're talking about with the "flying beast". But as I say, title aside, that was a good video.

And big hands.

I trashed my knee one time. Was out for 3 weeks from workman's comp, and when I came back in I was on light duty. Boss calls me into the office about a week later and says, "can you pass a piss test?" I told him I could, and he asked about the painkillers for my knee, and I told him I wasn't taking any. I was taking Tylenol. He says, "good. Tomorrow you're going to North Carolina." We were doing a job at this location, and our crew got caught in the random piss test. And failed. So they were sent home. The next day a different crew showed up and as soon as they drove through the gate they were told to pee in a cup. And then they went home. I guess if I had flunked that would have been "three strikes you're out" and we would have lost the contract.

I had three kids in the same school. And I told them. If you get in a fight, win. If that means you got to pick up a stick and hit him upside the head, pick up a stick. And you two - if you see that your brother or sister is losing, you best jump in on his side. Cuz if I find out that one of y'all got beat up and the others just stood there and watched it, I'm going to tear you a new one. Y'all are family. And it's y'all against everybody else. I completely understand and agree with - "your son was in a fight" did you win? I would rather that my kids did not get into a fight. But if they do get into a fight, they are supposed to win. By any means necessary.