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Wednesday 15 September 2004
oldest profession or?
OLDEST PROFESSION OR just more search silliness? I found it funny.
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You tell me!
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Posted by: Molly | 15:28 | Comments (18)
OLDEST PROFESSION OR just more search silliness? I found it funny.
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You tell me!
Filed under: humor
Posted by: Molly | 15:28 | Comments (18)
Oh, I am SO not commenting.
Okay, maybe I am. “Low Priced Holzschlag Huge Selection!” cracked me up. There were far too many ways to run with that…
Well, you are entertaining offers.
“entertaining offers”
(There’s never a preview around when you need one.)
You’re not married and now you’ve resorted to this Molly? Oh my. It least you could be high-priced.
Well, that would start your new year off right.
:ahem:
Yes, please, and I’ll take fries with that.
I tried to auction myself off on eBay, but eBay took it down citing that slavery is not legal anymore. Oddly enough, that’s what I tried to tell my Mistress, but she smacked me and told me to shut up. Sigh.
I found Holzschlag near the Black Forest on an Orbitz map. Hummm. do you come with a clock in your navel? or is that only the deluxe model?
The text displayed suggests that an artist or artistic school by the name of “Holzschlag” exists, and an assortment of the products of that person or group is being offered at low prices.
On the other hand, it would appear that the German term “Holzschlag” can refer to logging/lumbering — the cutting (harvesting) of wood. Google turned up (besides the community of Holzschlag in the Schwarzwald and its volunteer fire department) documentation about laws governing logging in some Swiss canton.
Now, we can’t associate Molly with lumbering, can we? Zipping, gliding, dancing … yes, but not lumbering.
I guess what I wonder is if you get a proper look at the product before purchasing.
Huge selection, eh? I’ve often thought I might prefer the blueberry kind.
Hmmm… Now I have to change my method of making a living. Note-to-self, no more selling other individuals.
On the flip, I would hate to wake up one morning to find out I am being sold. Particularly in this manner.
Can one get a Holzschlag at half-price?
One day soon, the souls who perish in the state of God’s grace, will be in Heaven enjoying (the) BOMBastic-benevolence for Eternity, where YOU can have anything your heart desires — [waitress sez:] “So, what’ll it be? This cheap-o, dying world? or Endless Eternity with Everything?”
ok now i am hip, ya come in XGML, HTML, CSS and Standards compliant.