Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Murphline 08.11.09

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Please post these earlier in the day.

Anonymous said...

Swimmers have rights. Please keep that in mind when visiting State Beach at San Onofre. The new format is 'Nofre in the AM. Keep your animal teathered at all times.

puttzle said...

It will cost you to have them posted earlier. Wait for the PREMIUM feature cam.

POSIE SWANK said...

For what are we waiting, is hell going to freeze over. If this *PREMIUM
FEATURE CAM* is so wonderful when are the privledged going to see it, or is this a tease.

DILDO said...

My gawd, man, that's a $1,500.00 quickcam. I think you want to belittle us little folk

Anonymous said...

Excuse me anonymous#2! It's called "San Onofre Surfing Beach", that say's it all! Ask any Ranger, it's called "SURF BEACH" NOT "STATE BEACH"!

THIS SAY"S IT ALL said...

Some of you will recall that on July 8, 1947, a little over
> 60 years ago, witnesses claim that an unidentified flying object
> (UFO) with five aliens aboard crashed onto a sheep and mule ranch just
> outside Roswell.
>
> This is a well known incident that many say has long been
> covered up by the U.S. Air Force and other federal agencies and
> organizations.
>
> However, what you may NOT know is that in the month of
> April 1948, nine months after that historic day, the following
> people were born:
>
>
>
> Albert A. Gore, Jr.
>
> Hillary Rodham
>
> John F. Kerry
>
> William J. Clinton
>
> Howard Dean
>
> Nancy Pelosi
>
> Dianne Feinstein
>
> Charles E. Schumer
>
> Barbara Boxer
>
>
>
See what happens when aliens breed with sheep and
jackasses?

I certainly hope this bit of information clears up a lot of
things for you. It did for me.

No wonder they support the bill to help
illegal aliens!
>
>
>
Now You Know!!

Anonymous said...

Anon' #3, for Pete's sake lighten up will you. A rose is a rose by any other name is a rose. A State Beach is a surf beach by any other name is a beacv. Why don't you go back to Lake Elsinre and leave us alone.

the unknown critic said...

A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door.

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.








A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.




The End

Anonymous said...

#3 is Murphy! Welcome back, Murph!

Fats Flannighan said...

this new V-blog format is very enticing and does get my juices going.

Anonymous said...

Unknown Citic, that is so gay I can't believe my eyes. Are you a canvas surf mat guy. I know you have some attachment to George Greenough.

puttzle said...

OK, I confess. There is no PREMIUM feature cam, nor is one planned. I lied.

DILDO said...

Why, Puttzle, why did you lie. What did you have to gain? Just what, answer that.

where did that saying come from? said...

They used to use
urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then
once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery........if you had to do this
to survive you were "Piss Poor"
But worse than
that were the really poor folk who couldnt even afford to buy a
pot........they "didnt have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the
low


Houses had
thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the
only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals
(mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and
sometimes the animals would slip an d fall off the roof. Hence the saying
"It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing
to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the
bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed.
Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some
protection. That's how canopy beds came into
existence.

The floor
was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying,
"Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the
winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) o n floor to help keep their
footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened
the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in
the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an
education, aren't you?)

In those old
days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the
fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate
mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for
dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over
the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a
while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge
in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes
they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came
over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that
a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with
guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had
plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to
leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often
with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered
poisonous.

Bread was divided
according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got
the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper
crust.

Lead cups were used
to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out
for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead
and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a
couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait
and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a
wake.

England is old and
small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So
they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse
the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to
have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying
people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it
through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone
would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to
listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was
considered a dead ringer...

deformed said...

'Saying',there's nothing worse than having a pot
to pea, and not have a window to throw it out of.

OLD 'NOFRE said...

outtzle, you must have more SDan Onofre for us to enjoy. why have you ignored her?

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