From HuffpostLook Todd, a bald eagle. Get my shotgun...
Also reminds me of a restaurant that I went to one time. The facilities were marked "Pointers" and "Setters". Does this mean Todd is the setter?
Can I help you? No, we don't sell pesto sausage, but we do have little weenies.
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OMG, what restaurant was this? Did you have to eat a whole roast ox or something?
I think it was a dog or hunting themed restaurant (or perhaps bar). It may have even been when I lived in Alaska. I thought it was better than the Bouys and Gulls that I've seen in various coastal establishments.
You led an interesting life, Sorghum.
Ha!
I didn't know there were really places that had those restrooms.
I've read of one.
Donald Westlake's books [the (hilarious) Dortmunder series mentions it frequently.]
and I highly recommend these books. they're especially helpful right now as I try to take my mind off the knots in my stomach while I await the final countdown to Nov 4.
[the first book is called 'The Hot Rock']
Oh yeah, cute bathroom labels. Lords and Ladies, Chiefs and Squaws (a particularly offensive one I once saw "up Nort'" in Wisconsin).
But what I really wanted to say, Dr. Crow, is thanks for the bourbon & lemon prescription, honey. I mean thanks for the honey, bourbon & lemon prescription. I don't know if it's curing what ails me, but it tastes great, and I could get into the habit of a little nightcap every evening right about, well, now in fact. (I'm purposely talking like Hank the Cowdog just for your benefit in that last sentence.) I'm still sick: it has moved from my throat to my lungs to my ears and now to my nose and eyes. Is this what Obama means by "sharing the wealth"?
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