How weird! That happened last year, but it was 2017!
Stranger still....Start with 2018...subtract your age....and get the year you were born.... TOTALLY AMAZING.!!!!
unless you haven't passed your birthday yet....
Stranger still....Start with 2018...subtract your age....and get the year you were born.... TOTALLY AMAZING.!!!!
unless you haven't passed your birthday yet....
Not for me.That's nothing. Try this. Start with your age. Subtract the number of years since you were born. You'll get the year of Christ's birth!
Not for me.
When I subtract the number of years since I was born from my age I get zero. There was no year zero. And even if there was, I would still be off by 3 or 4 years as best as can be determined.
Only if you insist on scrambled ...
That fricken H sure must be a silent one (BP starting to abate finally)Remember, the ‘H’ in Monday represents Happiness.
Back in the day, the Captain Ribman strip used to run in the KC paper.
I sometimes miss the guy:
And yes, there really WAS a BBQ restaurant called "Captain Ribman's Meat Market" in Lawrence, KS.
Back in the day, the Captain Ribman strip used to run in the KC paper.
I sometimes miss the guy:
And yes, there really WAS a BBQ restaurant called "Captain Ribman's Meat Market" in Lawrence, KS.
I've tried finding the Christmas strip, probably would have been late 90' or early 2000's. His version of "The Night Before Christmas". I can only remember a few lines "...and all through the house, there wasn't a thing to eat, not even a mouse." And, "When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight juicy reindeer."My god, could you imagine the rage if something like this was in today's papers?