So, they all got together and beat him with hockey sticks.

Animals communicate between species, too. My cat, Pepsi, will quietly creep out into the back-yard, and the birds cheeping in the trees will switch to a call that sounds like 'Chat! Chat!' Pepsi looks around, puts her head down, and sadly creeps back inside. She know they're talking about her.

My lady-friend used to complain when she said something, and I'd reply with 'hmmm'. She thought that showed I wasn't really listening to what she was saying. So, I switched to 'HUA', which I learned from Al Pacino, means, in Marine slang, 'Heard, Understood, Accepted'. Stopped her from complaining, but without harmony.

Back when Canadian coins were silver, there was a man at a gun-show who was selling necklace pendants made from quarters and dimes, that is, moose or the sailing-ship, inside the circular coin. He said each one took several hours with a tiny saw to complete. I bought my wife a moose, and she loved it, wore it for years.

So... he was driving through an 'industrial estate', not a public road. And he was fined 80 bux for his 'crime' and also 115 bux in 'costs'? Some fancy legal system they got there.

Also reminds me of the teenage Rock-n-Roll band who called themselves "To Be Announced", then wondered why they never developed any fan base. Their music was alright, but people didn't flock to their concerts.

Wow... I wish I'd known this years ago. But beware - if you make the tea twice in a row, you are volunteering to become the tea-making doormat.

Wow! A brand new source of pollution! And which components of the satellites will destroy ozone first? Oh, all of them, of course!

how about a dollar each? to go to city cleanup budgets.

Surplus food? You mean all those ads on tv showing starving natives, somewhere in the world, are lying to us?

If that place were anywhere in North America, the hole would be filled-up with trash by now.

Let's hope it's a golden meteorite - that'll get the space program hopping!

When I was 38, I had a fall that damaged my back. After a year of pills and pain, I recovered enough to live again, but I found I couldn't put anything in my back pockets - my wallet put my bum off-balance and twisted the sensitive disk. So, I found a leather bag-on-a-belt at a flea market, and my wallet, change, keys, etc all got out of the way. As I got older, and fatter, the belt became too short so I cut it off and replaced it with a strap from a camera bag. And now it includes a phone, of course. And voila! I reinvented the Mailman's bag! Works great, looks dumb.

but at least Disneyland has toilets, and people to maintain them.

How about a phone-shaped grenade that goes off one minute after you 'test' it? The bad-guys get away safe, then try out their loot, and, no more problem!