i was reminded when my Microsoft Office Outlook reminded me when i went into it and a message poped up that said remind hatrack about this good comic. 1 year over due.

so here it is. enjoy.

http://www.dogsdaysofsummer.com/index.htm

Warning for mature audiences

wow i feel grate.

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"lions and tigers take a poop"

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and for the record i had my wisdome teeth cut from my head 2 days ago so i can only eat soup.

and Yhaoo answers.

just wondering.

Some time during my vacation the (Comcast) cable company rearranged all the channels for reasons that remain obscure. (Supposedly it's to match up the channels in, if not the world, then the immediate area...but why this is necessary, I have no idea.) Some channels disappeared, some moved up to the digital tier and some moved down from it...some are at two or more places, in HD and regular.

It's extremely irritating. I'll flip through channels without thinking, and land on something I don't want to look at. And some of those channels were at those spots for as long as I have had access to cable, which is a pretty long time now.

It's actually kind of a funny story. I was driving in my Minivan, listening to Radio Disney and asking my son what rhymes with cat, as I drove through a Walmart parking lot. This blue car pulls behind me and is following me really close, but come on I was driving in a walmart parking lot, that's where the crazies learn to drive, so I wasn't paying him very much attention.

I parked at my local Hastings, and the guy parks right next to my van and looks at me from the cab of his vehicle. He has on a cowboy hat and these bushy eyebrows and he looks at me and really smiles. This weirds me out, because as a wife and mother of two, people don't generally look at me that closely. So I get out of my car and tell my son to hold my hand, and the bounty hunter leaves his car, now ignoring me completely. He has on a vest, and as he enters the Hastings I see a shiney set of handcuffs open and ready dangling from his back belt loop, and then after the handcuffs I notice a handgun tucked into the back of his pants on the outside of his vest.

I get my daughter and look into his car, because I've always wondered what the inside of a bounty hunters car would look like, and there is another cowboy hat (a spare, I guess, in case his get's lost) and some redbull. On the passengers seat there's a piece of paper with a woman's face on it and some info. I guess some wanted woman drives the same van as me. I don't know though, I didn't stay to look too long. The man who owned the car did have a gun, after all.

Most exciting thing to happen to me in a while.

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He has on a cowboy hat and these bushy eyebrows and he looks at me and really smiles.

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I think I've said somewhere in this terribly lengthy thread that the best french fries I can get are ones I make myself. Maybe there's a restaurant somewhere that makes ones as good or better, but I don't know where it is.

Back them on a cookie sheet drizzled with olive oil and seasoned salt. Turn a few times. I don't know how hot the oven should be. My automatic fry maker (spouse) creates them.

Another technique is to par boil the fries to get them started. Make sure they are absolutely dry and then put them in the hot oil. They don't take as long to cook and they absorb less oil.

Again the details are sketchy. If my automatic fry maker gave me the secrets she'd have to kill me.