It seems like the science is settled, but I have to wonder how they found a control group of men who don’t spend the recommended 10 minutes a day staring at women’s breasts.
Was there a companion study for women?
Um…this is page 445 of the joke thread. To which joke are you referring?I confess to being uncertain what the joke is….
#17779Um…this is page 445 of the joke thread. To which joke are you referring?
CLIF bars (energy/protein bars) have a picture of a rock climber-and part of a rock- on them. The picture matches up a real world rock with the picture on the label. Ergo, "They found it"#17779
CLIF bars (energy/protein bars) have a picture of a rock climber-and part of a rock- on them. The picture matches up a real world rock with the picture on the label. Ergo, "They found it"
Just be thankful you’ve never tasted one.I've never even seen a CLIF bar.
They seem OK to me.Just be thankful you’ve never tasted one.
I like the retriever cat. Related story....
For the record, I am not a cat person and neither was my friend in question. However, I was once visiting him after getting remarried and noticed a cat on the premises!!! I said, "John, why in the hell do you have a live cat in your yard?" He said it was his new bride's cat...and he tolerates it because it has redeeming qualities. He said to "Watch this" and proceeds to pull out a bolt action .22 LR and chambered up a CB cap. He then walks around the house, cat in tow, and finds a squirrel up in one of the oaks. He dispatches the squirrel with one shot and immediately the cat jumps on top of the fence, up on to the neighbor's roof, fetches the dead squirrel and drops it at his feet. I was simply amazed and had great respect for that cat. Disclaimer- the neighborhood, in the metro New Orleans area, was overrun with squirrels and the homeowners had huge problems with squirrels eating through soffits and living in attics causing great damage. Jefferson Parish deputies were aware of the problem and looked the other way when homeowners took matters in their own hands...God bless Sherriff Harry Lee.
The Friday before opening day of the fall Squirrel season is a 'National' holiday in Evangeline Parish. The schools are closed on Friday because the fathers were pulling the children from school so they could travel and get camp set up and be ready for Saturday morning. Most of the wives would head to New Orleans to do whatever could not be spoken of upon return. I loved squirrel hunting in my youth but, to be honest, I would rather eat beef or chicken.As I hear it from some folks around here you can actually eat those things (squirrel that is) but I've never been that hungry. Looks to much like a rat with a bushy tail to me ...
My grandfather would get upset if I brought him headless cleaned squirrels; one of his pleasures was eating the brain. Of course, this was prior to discovery of the nasty little prion that causes Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease.One of my favorite scenes in the movie “Winter’s Bone”: the big sister is showing her younger brother and sister how to hunt and clean squirrels so they could eat. They shoot one and she skins and guts it. Her little brother looks at what she’s pulling out and asks, “Do we eat those parts?” She says, “Not yet.”