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Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 replied to Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103's topic in SASS Wire Saloon
COLOGNE Michael Keller lay flat on his back on a hardwood floor. His knees were drawn up, feet flat, eyes closed, as he decided whether he really wanted to swing his knees slowly to the right again. Victoria watched him, her face expressionless. "If it hurts," she finally suggested, "don't." Michael never opened his eyes. "Sis," he said, an edge to his voice, "that's actually good advice." Victoria, silent in a divided skirt and cowboy boots, glided over to her brother, knelt. "How can I help?" she asked quietly, hands clasped in her lap as she looked at her brother's grim face. Michael opened one eye. "How well do you know the Witch of Endor?" he asked, his voice tight. Victoria blinked, shook her head. "Ummm ... what?" "Never mind." Michael waved a go-away gesture. "No. You meant something." Michael took a breath, set his teeth together, then put his hands on his thighs, pushed down, carefully, stretching his spine. Victoria saw the grimace he tried to hide. "What about the Witch?" she prompted. "You asked if you could help," Michael gasped. "The only way ... the only thing ..." Victoria waited. "Time travel to keep us from riding toward that nervous sentry that fried us with that energy rifle." Victoria took in a quick, noisy breath through her nose, raised her head, then sighed it out and looked back down at Michael. "I'm afraid I'm not much help," she admitted. "Is there a position that doesn't hurt?" "It helps to stretch my spine like this. Knees bent takes the bend out of my L-spine." Victoria nodded, blinking. "No good deed, eh?" she asked, and Michael grimaced, then chuckled, looked at his twin sister. "Yeah." "You danced her well." Michael swallowed, nodded. "And I'm payin' for it." "You did her a kindness, Michael. That's something." Michael closed his eyes, twisted his pelvis experimentally, bared his teeth with an indrawn hiss. "I could always get you that new men's cologne," Victoria offered helpfully. "You know ... Eau de Pain." Michael nodded, tried to laugh. "Experience teaches fools," he rasped. "Do you want to be seen at the spinal --" Victoria's voice cut off as Michael rolled, carefully, onto his left side, then came up on all fours: he worked his knees ahead until he could get the balls of his feet on the deck. Victoria reached under his arm and across the chest. "Ready when you are," she said softly. Michael rocked back, balancing on the balls of his feet, then stood, carefully. "Thanks, Sis," he said carefully. Victoria waited, her young face serious. "Michael, I understand that's the first time that girl ever laughed in public." Michael nodded, his eyes closed. "I'll be all right in a day or two." Victoria planted one set of knuckles on her belt, started to shake her Mommy-finger at her twin brother, thought better of it and hugged him instead. "I know you're in pain," she whispered, "but I'm proud of you!" Shelly came through the door and got hit in the face with the smell of bacon and eggs and fresh baked biscuits. She'd slipped out of the firehouse after B shift took over, hoping she'd come home to breakfast, and she was not disappointed. Her husband was wiping off the white-enamel stove -- bacon grease was poured into its crock, the crock was cooling on the countertop, fried eggs and a pound of bacon steamed on their platters in the middle of the table. Shelly set down her warbag as something feminine, flannel and fast moving came skipping across the floor and seized her in the happy hug daughters reserve for their Mamas, and the table was soon populated by family, by breakfast: Angela showed up with a platter piled with hot, steaming, fragrant waffles, and happy conversation filled the morning kitchen as bacon and eggs, waffles and coffee filled the several bellies. Linn looked at his wife and Shelly hesitated, recognizing the Look. She lowered her fork, raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Keller," she said, "what happened?" Linn cut through fried egg and the underlying waffle with an affected casualness. "Your youngest son," he said conversationally, which Shelly interrupted with "MY son?" Linn looked up, laid down his fork. "Mrs. Keller," he said quietly, "Michael did something very good, and a couple from another star system came to thank me for it." Angela remembered Michael's pain, and how well he wasn't hiding it, but said nothing: it was important for her Mama to know her young were seen as contributing in a positive way. Marnie exchanged a knowing look with her younger sister, but as she was delighting in wearing something other than her Ambassador's gown, and with breakfast with family, she chose only to slide a square box across the table to Angela. Curious, Angela reached for the box, brought it over, looked at the tag, blinked. "For Michael?" she asked, then, "You didn't!" Marnie gave her a wide-eyed look of utter innocence, which of course meant that yes, she did. Linn looked at his daughters but said nothing. Shelly looked at her daughters and looked at her husband, but said nothing. When Michael received the box that evening right before supper, he sat down on his Pa's big overstuffed couch, untied the ribbon bow and opened the box. He lifted the cardboard lid, laid it aside, reached in, extracted a fancy bottle bearing a hand-lettered tag. "Men's cologne," he murmured. His grin was immediate as he read the handwritten tag, ribbon tied to the bottle's neck. His grin was immediate, a little rueful, but he had to laugh as he read the tag aloud: "Eau de Pain!" -
Bee farts!! They’re beans right now, but they’ll be farts later!!! 🙄
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Beans, Beans, the musical fruit - particularly as I have suddenly gotten old! B&G tasty & safer.
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Never had beans on toast or on biscuits, but I’ve had biscuits with Hoppin’ John, blackeyed peas with country ham, onion, and rice! A traditional New Year’s Day breakfast!! I could probably do some kinds of beans with biscuits. A batch of mixed beans with a little meat of one kind or another, some onion and a few peppers in a bowl with some buttered biscuits on the side and a bottomless glass of iced sweet tea and I could do some serious eatin’!!
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James Henry Parker SASS#76661 replied to James Henry Parker SASS#76661's topic in SASS Wire Classifieds
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Beauty In The Ears Of The Beholder - Add Your Own
Rye Miles #13621 replied to Calamity Kris's topic in SASS Wire Saloon
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Pops Corbin replied to James Henry Parker SASS#76661's topic in SASS Wire Classifieds
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1919, more South Australian troops returned home to Adelaide from World War I. As it was in other states, some had been away since they left for the Gallipoli campaign in October 1914. An Arch was erected near Adelaide Railway Station in January 1919 and stood until 1925. Returning troops marched under it and were welcome to buy cheering crowds. The Anzac Arch was built as a monument of appreciation to the men who fought in the First World War. It was funded by public subscription, with £1 000 raised. Unveiled in 1919 the Arch was planned as a temporary structure to be dismantled once all the returning troops had been welcomed home. Public attachment to the Arch saw it stand until 1925 when it was demolished on the grounds that it had become unsafe. Building of the Arch was marred by accident. On 11 November 1918 a passing horse-drawn trolley caught a guy rope during construction, dislodging scaffolding and toppling two workers from the structure to the ground, some 35 feet in distance, or just over 10 metres. The men who fell suffered broken bones, cuts and abrasions but appear to have recovered from the incident. Image: Men of the 3rd Light Horse Brigade returning to South Australia
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Only the mid can change your display name. Looks like John Kloehr paged him
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I have put barbecue beans on a hot dog (so obviously on the hot dog bun) when I was out of chili. Does that count?
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When I started loading I used CCI. Many years later I bought a Model 642 Smith & Wesson. Hammerless. Because of that concealed hammer it had a shorter stroke so it didn't hit as hard. And it would not always go bang. So I bought some Winchester, because I heard they were softer. And all I loaded with the Winchester was 38 special, so I could shoot it in that 642 with no problems. Continue using CCI with the nine and the 40 and the 32. Then I bought a PPK. And I was having the same problems -no go bang every time. So I started loading 380 with the Winchesters. Found out the problem with the Walther. I bought it used, and a previous owner had performed a "trigger job". Cut two coils off the mainspring. When I replaced that thing with a factory mainspring I no longer had failure to fire problems. With anything.
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PM sent. GW
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Click on Edit profile - not gonna test by changing mine! Good Luck! Worst case, message a Mod.
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When i do that I can make changes to the profile but I can't edit the name
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Tennessee Williams has gone to the DARK SIDE???
Lawdog Dago Dom replied to Blackwater 53393's topic in SASS Wire Saloon
@Blackwater 53393 @Tyrel Cody @MizPete @Scarlett @Imis Twohofon,SASS # 46646 Shouldn't we get to vote on this??