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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic

cant blame me for trying
LOL

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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic

cant blame me for trying
LOL

Yup, and when the rest of the world round all of you up and puts you in quarantine zones, I will personally make sure that Justin Bieber serenades you to sleep each night.

Either that or make you listen to Donald Trump speeches 24/7, or maybe Trump singing Bieber songs.....

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ORIGINAL: jlf1961
The welsh are possessed, by the angelic grace of the almighty.

The rest of the population of that fair isle are just jealous.

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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic

cant blame me for trying
LOL

Yup, and when the rest of the world round all of you up and puts you in quarantine zones, I will personally make sure that Justin Bieber serenades you to sleep each night.

Either that or make you listen to Donald Trump speeches 24/7, or maybe Trump singing Bieber songs.....

as long as you pay my bail when I shove those reaper peppers up your nostrils and other orifices and then set bunnies on you
so there

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ORIGINAL: jlf1961

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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic

cant blame me for trying
LOL

Yup, and when the rest of the world round all of you up and puts you in quarantine zones, I will personally make sure that Justin Bieber serenades you to sleep each night.

Either that or make you listen to Donald Trump speeches 24/7, or maybe Trump singing Bieber songs.....

as long as you pay my bail when I shove those reaper peppers up your nostrils and other orifices and then set bunnies on you
so there

Lucy, two problems with your even attempting such an act.

1) I doubt that you are physically capable of overpowering me so that you could actually do this

and

2) I actually seem to have a tolerance for the things. I actually grow them to grind into a paste to use on my knees (which surprisingly enough, actually works to alleviate some of the issues stemming from repeated injuries.)

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ORIGINAL: WhoreMods

The repeated injuries are caused by the killer bunnies trying to get at the paste?
I think they call that a feedback loop in engineering...

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Oh honey, you may have the physical strength
but
there are more ways to skin a rabbit than brute strength.


I can believe the tolerance to it...and no, using them as a poultice for relief is not unknown and probably cheaper than a capsaicin cream from the drug store
I remember that poultices of peppers, kaolin, or mustard were used for pain relief, heat relief and bringing out poisons, :) I learned how to do those when I went thru st johns ambulance as a teen:) do you get a skin irritation from it?

Actually, no, no irritation, at least not yet.

Although, frequent use of it could actually lead to that according to some people.

Now, since we are on a subject that I am passionate about, namely using natural remedies instead of some of the crap a doctor will shove at you, I have discovered a number of other interesting things about the plants growing on my property.

Yucca root from the yucca cactus can be used as a very good soap and shampoo without most of the problems associated with off the shelf products.

It is also good for pets and will get rid of fleas.

The drawback is that the preparation of the root is both time consuming and messy as hell. You have to wash it then pound it into a paste, and while pounding it the stuff goes every where.

The fruit from a prickly pear cactus makes a great jelly and for some reason seems to lessen the effects of seasonal allergies (could be the simple fact that most of the flowers around my place happen to be prickly pear cactus.)

The beans of the mesquite tree can be ground into flour that can be used to make a bread that people with some of the problems associated with eating most flours can eat.

Planting the local version of wild onions around your fences will keep snakes out of the yard (however eating them results in a form of body odor that is unbearable to the person who ate them and those who have to live with said person, almost as bad as ramps.)


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(in reply to Lucylastic)

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Mr Hill, you are a magnificent cock....why do you want to be a dragon....???

Not a virgin, but apparently we taste good with ketchup

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If the English had not driven dragons to extinction, we would have never needed aircraft of any type.

And people would not be dieing from having bombs dropped on them....

Seriously, which would you rather have dropped on your city, a bomb or dragon shit?

So, it is my theory that the English are responsible....

My proof, St. George.

The story of his slaying of a dragon is clearly the result of spin. We have no proof that said creature was destroying villages, eating virgins or anything else that might be considered an evil act.

We only have his version of the story.

We dont even have proof the city he allegedly saved even existed!

And this giving away his wealth out of grief? Come on, he went broke trying to cover up his blatant act of animal cruelty.

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Re dragons:

I read a cute little story about dragons a long while ago. Can't remember the author - John Wyndham springs to mind, but I have my doubts because it doesn't feel like his sort of thing.

Anyway, there's a little Welsh village. One day, a small boy finds a dragon egg, hatches it, and looks after the dragon. The villagers all eventually find out, and they all help to bring it up. Eventually, it reaches what looks like adulthood.

In the village lives a Chinaman. He's the only who's not much interested in the dragon. He reckons the dragon is a pretty poor specimen: he says it's too big and ugly to be a proper dragon. He boasts about how Chinese dragons are much better than Welsh dragons. This irks the Welshmen. Eventually, a challenge is thrown down: A Chinese versus a Welsh dragon, in one big fight!

So they all club together to pay the Chinaman to go to China and get a Chinese Dragon to bring home. He does so.

The Day of the Big Fight comes up. There's bated breath all around the village. Welshmen have turned up from valleys far and wide; a big group of the Chinaman's friends and relations have come back from China with him to watch the battle.

Each dragon is in a cage, opposite each other, out in a big field; the spectators gathered around. At the cue, the doors of each cage are pulled open, and out spring the dragons. They begin to circle each other, both making low growling noises. Suddenly, the Chinese dragon turns round, casts a quick glance over its shoulder at the Welsh dragon, and runs off. The Chinaman is frowning - 'What's this?', he's thinking, 'Cowardice - from a Chinese dragon? Unthinkable! The disgrace!'

Oddly, the Chinese dragon doesn't run off at full pelt. It seems a little half-hearted, in fact. The Welshie, takes up the chase ... and catches up with the Chinese. But, then ... all they do is jump on top of each other, around each other .... And then, after a short while of this odd behaviour, they run off, side by side, into the woods!

There's a general murmuring of discontent in the crowd. What on earth is going on? What happened to the big fight?

And then a couple of the women start laughing. Outraged, some men turn to them and demand to know what could possibly be funny. A woman replies, 'Have you never seen a teenage boy and a teenage girl when they first meet?'