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The Presbyterian church called a meeting to decide what to do about their squirrel infestation. After much prayer and consideration, they concluded that the squirrels were predestined to be there, and they should not interfere with God’s divine will.
At the Baptist church, the squirrels had taken an interest in the baptistry. The deacons met and decided to put a water-slide on the baptistry and let the squirrels drown themselves. The squirrels liked the slide and, unfortunately, knew instinctively how to swim, so twice as many squirrels showed up the following week.
The Lutheran church decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God’s creatures. So, they humanely trapped their squirrels and set them free near the Baptist church. Two weeks later, the squirrels were back when the Baptists took down the water-slide.
The Episcopalians tried a much more unique path by setting out pans of whiskey around their church in an effort to kill the squirrels with alcohol poisoning. They sadly learned how much damage a band of drunk squirrels can do.
But the Catholic church came up with a more creative strategy! They baptized all the squirrels and made them members of the church. Now they only see them at Christmas and Easter.
Not much was heard from the Jewish synagogue. They took the first squirrel and circumcised him. They haven’t seen a squirrel since.
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I feel like a proud dad, which I am, but one of my students just received her nom from our senator and her representative. We both got got a little teary as I read the letters.

Over 90 percent of my students are on free and reduced fees and meals and well over 90 percent are minorities, many of which are recent immigrants. I need to get started with class but I just looked up and she's looking at me like, are you OK.
 
it looks like a bottomless pit, something from La Brea, a NASA image of a black hole. Nice patina, good depth, 10/10.
 
it looks like a bottomless pit, something from La Brea, a NASA image of a black hole. Nice patina, good depth, 10/10.
And it's a Dad cup. My pride and joy though is the lavender saguaro cactus cup. It's a 16 ounce sippy cup that gets a lot of crude comments from my dirty-minded colleagues.
 
The Senior Chief ^^ reminded me in the Dad Joke thread, that I too am old. I can remember for example;

  • Pogo Sticks
  • Basic, Fortran, and Cobol.
  • Hearing the static before the music came on while listening to a cassette tape.
  • Betamax.
  • Pay Phones.
  • Corduroy pants.
  • Long distance phone cards.
  • Cursive writing.
  • When you pumped gas into your car in the back, behind the spring-loaded license plate.
  • The car ignition key was separate from the door/trunk key.
  • Hitting the brights was a button on the floor you pressed with your left foot.
  • The difference between the Barracuda and the 'Cuda.
  • The difference between the Malibu and the SS.
  • When a Mini Cooper was made by Austin.
  • The Sunbeam Alpine and Tiger and knowing that Agent 86 drove the latter.
  • The triangular pivoting vent windows in your car.
  • The gesture you made in the back seat to get big truck drivers to blow their horn.
  • Recording songs from the radio.
  • Listening to the radio from your alarm clock.
  • Alarm clocks.
  • One best friend, not a dozen.
  • Double Dutch.
  • Looney Tunes.
  • Slingshots.
  • Encyclopedias.
  • Bazooka Joe comics.
  • Quisp and Quake.
  • Super Sugar Crisp.
  • Paper air planes.
  • Handwritten letters.
  • TV remotes that were mechanical (not electronic) clickers that actually clicked.
  • I could go on and on...
 
  • Pogo Sticks
    • Stingray bikes with butterfly handlebars and a banana seat.
  • Basic, Fortran, and Cobol.
    • Adding machines.
  • Hearing the static before the music came on while listening to a cassette tape.
    • The click during a song when the 8 track switched tracks.
  • Betamax.
  • Pay Phones.
  • Corduroy pants.
    • Reinforced knees on dungarees.
  • Long distance phone cards.
    • The difference between person to person, station to station and Collect calls.
  • Cursive writing.
  • When you pumped gas into your car in the back, behind the spring-loaded license plate.
    • When you didn't pump gas. And THEY checked the oil, the battery and cleaned the windshield.
  • The car ignition key was separate from the door/trunk key.
  • Hitting the brights was a button on the floor you pressed with your left foot.
  • The difference between the Barracuda and the 'Cuda.
  • The difference between the Malibu and the SS.
  • When a Mini Cooper was made by Austin.
    • Triumph AND MG had a full complement of cars.
  • The Sunbeam Alpine and Tiger and knowing that Agent 86 drove the latter.
  • The triangular pivoting vent windows in your car.
    • The vent above the floor on both the passenger and driver's side.
  • The gesture you made in the back seat to get big truck drivers to blow their horn.
    • My mother warning my sisters that truck drivers will try to look their dress as we drive by.
  • Recording songs from the radio.
    • With a microphone
  • Listening to the radio from your alarm clock.
  • Alarm clocks.
  • One best friend, not a dozen.
  • Double Dutch.
  • Looney Tunes.
    • Rocky, Bullwinkle, Boris Badenov and Natasha
    • Secret Squirrel
  • Slingshots.
    • Pea Shooters
  • Encyclopedias.
  • Bazooka Joe comics.
    • 1ct. per
  • Quisp and Quake.
  • Super Sugar Crisp.
  • Paper air planes.
    • Cooty catchers
  • Handwritten letters.
    • Written on an aerogram
  • TV remotes that were mechanical (not electronic) clickers that actually clicked.
    • TV Repairman with a tool box of vacuum tubes
  • I could go on and on...
 
The Senior Chief ^^ reminded me in the Dad Joke thread, that I too am old. I can remember for example;

  • Pogo Sticks
  • Basic, Fortran, and Cobol.
  • Hearing the static before the music came on while listening to a cassette tape.
  • Betamax.
  • Pay Phones.
  • Corduroy pants.
  • Long distance phone cards.
  • Cursive writing.
  • When you pumped gas into your car in the back, behind the spring-loaded license plate.
  • The car ignition key was separate from the door/trunk key.
  • Hitting the brights was a button on the floor you pressed with your left foot.
  • The difference between the Barracuda and the 'Cuda.
  • The difference between the Malibu and the SS.
  • When a Mini Cooper was made by Austin.
  • The Sunbeam Alpine and Tiger and knowing that Agent 86 drove the latter.
  • The triangular pivoting vent windows in your car.
  • The gesture you made in the back seat to get big truck drivers to blow their horn.
  • Recording songs from the radio.
  • Listening to the radio from your alarm clock.
  • Alarm clocks.
  • One best friend, not a dozen.
  • Double Dutch.
  • Looney Tunes.
  • Slingshots.
  • Encyclopedias.
  • Bazooka Joe comics.
  • Quisp and Quake.
  • Super Sugar Crisp.
  • Paper air planes.
  • Handwritten letters.
  • TV remotes that were mechanical (not electronic) clickers that actually clicked.
  • I could go on and on...
My list is similar young man, except I'm pre-BASIC, pre-cassette (8 track), and I WAS the remote when Dad had me change the channel.

Fortunately I married right and lived long enough that I can be post-internet. I don't need it anymore as my wife already knows everything! 😂

Oh yeah. I'm old enough that I was the kid pumping your gas behind the spring loaded license plate years before you could only get gas every other day. I also checked your oil and washed your windshield .
 
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We had just gotten him home from Kansas in that pic. We got him from the father in law and he cried for two hours into the trip. I almost took him back. Glad I didn't. He was 15 when he passed. He was the best. It's been a year and a half and I miss him everyday.
 
Regardless of your service, political, or religious affiliation, stopping in for a visit at the National Museum of the Marine Corps in a must if in the vicinity of Washington, DC, Maryland, or Northern Virginia. America loves her Marine Corps and this museum tells its story.

 
And it is pretty impressive to see from the highway if you're in the Quantico area heading toward D.C., or vice versa.
Last time I was there, I tried to diagnose an issue a gal was having with her brand new car. I had my diagnostic computer with me and hooked it up to her OBD-II port, but couldn't find anything wrong with it. It was weird. It overheated on the highway and she pulled off there. She was waiting for a tow truck when I got there. Didn't really want to leave her there, but she said she was good and thanked me. I wondered how that turned out for her. She was pretty mad at KIA, I can tell you that. It was only a few weeks old.

I didn't say anything about the bad mojo of driving a KIA into the Marines Corps Museum, since she looked like she was having a bad enough day already. ;)

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I didn't say anything about the bad mojo of driving a KIA into the Marines Corps Museum, since she looked like she was having a bad enough day already. ;)

KIA is a SOUTH Korea company. That makes it a validation of the Marines' efforts and sacrifices.
 
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