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Graham Quits Meeting After Lebanon Refuses to Label Hezbollah
Islam Times – US Senator Lindsey Graham abruptly cut short a m…
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Derek Ryan retires at 38 after 606 NHL games and remembered as the league’s only active Latter-day Saint | NHL News
(Image Source – Getty Images) Derek Ryan announced his retirement after playing 606 regular-season games and 60 playoff…
#NewsBeep #News #NHL #AU #Australia #carolinahurricanes #DerekRyanretirement #EdmontonOilers #hockeyplayerbiography #Latter-daySaintNHLplayer #NHLcareer #ryans #sports #StanleyCupFinal
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 32: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part R
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 15. Injustice
After dinner, I returned to my cabin and updated Emily. She listened attentively. At first, her brow creased, and I imagined her thinking me a dunce for not sticking to our plan. But as I continued, they smoothed, and she nodded. I finished: “So I have an appointment with Miss Pang to discuss mind-reading tomorrow.”
“That was well played. And you’re right; Miss Pang will suspect you of being from counterintelligence.”
Then her brow furrowed again, and she changed the subject. “I’ve been wondering why you’re so eager to help me, when you could travel to wonderful, exotic places rather than spend time on a doomed ship.”
“I’ll give you three reasons. First, the Hindenburg a world class experience, with good food and pleasant company. Second, while I’m no social justice warrior, the Nazis are a blot on human history. You can’t imagine the depth of their crimes. The injustices laid at their door would boggle your mind. Third, I came here looking for a travel companion and found you—reason enough for me.”
“You have a colorful vocabulary: ‘social justice warrior,’ ‘laid at their door,’ ‘boggle your mind.’ I get what you’re saying, but watch it when talking to Miss Pang.”
That led to another lesson on 1930s idioms. After that, I had great success experimenting with sleep.
In the morning, breakfast went without a hitch, and I got to sample clotted cream with my fruit—not bad—and was careful to tip discreetly.
By early afternoon, I’d settled into the lounge. Miss Pang came in later, but I held off talking to her until she had a few drinks.
I’d switched back to Champagné cocktails on Emily’s advice. She had also suggested the Kir Royale or LZ-129. She said they were more ladylike than whiskey sours. The #latter had some appeal, but it was late in the day for orange juice. So, I selected what I had ordered the day before, Champagné cocktails. I needed to drink something alcoholic. A sudden interest in sobriety would raise suspicions.
As Miss Pang finished her second drink, Emily took a place at the door, watching for SS rabbits. Taking a last swig of my Champagne, I set off across the room, and I had almost reached Miss Pang when a German-sounding fellow stopped me. “You’re the magician, aren’t you? Your trick impressed me yesterday. Such precision; it really looked like someone had picked up the glass, and there were no visible wires. Wunderbar!”
I nodded politely, hoping he wouldn’t ask me to join him for a drink. That was when Emily signaled, and three rabbits entered. At first, I thought the German fellow was a blessing in disguise, since I was talking to him, not Miss Pang.
But only at first, because the three of them marched over and surrounded us. The cold, hard glint in their eyes was as terrifying as the death's head insignia and swastika of their uniforms.
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 32: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part R
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 15. Injustice
After dinner, I returned to my cabin and updated Emily. She listened attentively. At first, her brow creased, and I imagined her thinking me a dunce for not sticking to our plan. But as I continued, they smoothed, and she nodded. I finished: “So I have an appointment with Miss Pang to discuss mind-reading tomorrow.”
“That was well played. And you’re right; Miss Pang will suspect you of being from counterintelligence.”
Then her brow furrowed again, and she changed the subject. “I’ve been wondering why you’re so eager to help me, when you could travel to wonderful, exotic places rather than spend time on a doomed ship.”
“I’ll give you three reasons. First, the Hindenburg a world class experience, with good food and pleasant company. Second, while I’m no social justice warrior, the Nazis are a blot on human history. You can’t imagine the depth of their crimes. The injustices laid at their door would boggle your mind. Third, I came here looking for a travel companion and found you—reason enough for me.”
“You have a colorful vocabulary: ‘social justice warrior,’ ‘laid at their door,’ ‘boggle your mind.’ I get what you’re saying, but watch it when talking to Miss Pang.”
That led to another lesson on 1930s idioms. After that, I had great success experimenting with sleep.
In the morning, breakfast went without a hitch, and I got to sample clotted cream with my fruit—not bad—and was careful to tip discreetly.
By early afternoon, I’d settled into the lounge. Miss Pang came in later, but I held off talking to her until she had a few drinks.
I’d switched back to Champagné cocktails on Emily’s advice. She had also suggested the Kir Royale or LZ-129. She said they were more ladylike than whiskey sours. The #latter had some appeal, but it was late in the day for orange juice. So, I selected what I had ordered the day before, Champagné cocktails. I needed to drink something alcoholic. A sudden interest in sobriety would raise suspicions.
As Miss Pang finished her second drink, Emily took a place at the door, watching for SS rabbits. Taking a last swig of my Champagne, I set off across the room, and I had almost reached Miss Pang when a German-sounding fellow stopped me. “You’re the magician, aren’t you? Your trick impressed me yesterday. Such precision; it really looked like someone had picked up the glass, and there were no visible wires. Wunderbar!”
I nodded politely, hoping he wouldn’t ask me to join him for a drink. That was when Emily signaled, and three rabbits entered. At first, I thought the German fellow was a blessing in disguise, since I was talking to him, not Miss Pang.
But only at first, because the three of them marched over and surrounded us. The cold, hard glint in their eyes was as terrifying as the death's head insignia and swastika of their uniforms.
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 32: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part R
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 15. Injustice
After dinner, I returned to my cabin and updated Emily. She listened attentively. At first, her brow creased, and I imagined her thinking me a dunce for not sticking to our plan. But as I continued, they smoothed, and she nodded. I finished: “So I have an appointment with Miss Pang to discuss mind-reading tomorrow.”
“That was well played. And you’re right; Miss Pang will suspect you of being from counterintelligence.”
Then her brow furrowed again, and she changed the subject. “I’ve been wondering why you’re so eager to help me, when you could travel to wonderful, exotic places rather than spend time on a doomed ship.”
“I’ll give you three reasons. First, the Hindenburg a world class experience, with good food and pleasant company. Second, while I’m no social justice warrior, the Nazis are a blot on human history. You can’t imagine the depth of their crimes. The injustices laid at their door would boggle your mind. Third, I came here looking for a travel companion and found you—reason enough for me.”
“You have a colorful vocabulary: ‘social justice warrior,’ ‘laid at their door,’ ‘boggle your mind.’ I get what you’re saying, but watch it when talking to Miss Pang.”
That led to another lesson on 1930s idioms. After that, I had great success experimenting with sleep.
In the morning, breakfast went without a hitch, and I got to sample clotted cream with my fruit—not bad—and was careful to tip discreetly.
By early afternoon, I’d settled into the lounge. Miss Pang came in later, but I held off talking to her until she had a few drinks.
I’d switched back to Champagné cocktails on Emily’s advice. She had also suggested the Kir Royale or LZ-129. She said they were more ladylike than whiskey sours. The #latter had some appeal, but it was late in the day for orange juice. So, I selected what I had ordered the day before, Champagné cocktails. I needed to drink something alcoholic. A sudden interest in sobriety would raise suspicions.
As Miss Pang finished her second drink, Emily took a place at the door, watching for SS rabbits. Taking a last swig of my Champagne, I set off across the room, and I had almost reached Miss Pang when a German-sounding fellow stopped me. “You’re the magician, aren’t you? Your trick impressed me yesterday. Such precision; it really looked like someone had picked up the glass, and there were no visible wires. Wunderbar!”
I nodded politely, hoping he wouldn’t ask me to join him for a drink. That was when Emily signaled, and three rabbits entered. At first, I thought the German fellow was a blessing in disguise, since I was talking to him, not Miss Pang.
But only at first, because the three of them marched over and surrounded us. The cold, hard glint in their eyes was as terrifying as the death's head insignia and swastika of their uniforms.
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 32: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part R
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 15. Injustice
After dinner, I returned to my cabin and updated Emily. She listened attentively. At first, her brow creased, and I imagined her thinking me a dunce for not sticking to our plan. But as I continued, they smoothed, and she nodded. I finished: “So I have an appointment with Miss Pang to discuss mind-reading tomorrow.”
“That was well played. And you’re right; Miss Pang will suspect you of being from counterintelligence.”
Then her brow furrowed again, and she changed the subject. “I’ve been wondering why you’re so eager to help me, when you could travel to wonderful, exotic places rather than spend time on a doomed ship.”
“I’ll give you three reasons. First, the Hindenburg a world class experience, with good food and pleasant company. Second, while I’m no social justice warrior, the Nazis are a blot on human history. You can’t imagine the depth of their crimes. The injustices laid at their door would boggle your mind. Third, I came here looking for a travel companion and found you—reason enough for me.”
“You have a colorful vocabulary: ‘social justice warrior,’ ‘laid at their door,’ ‘boggle your mind.’ I get what you’re saying, but watch it when talking to Miss Pang.”
That led to another lesson on 1930s idioms. After that, I had great success experimenting with sleep.
In the morning, breakfast went without a hitch, and I got to sample clotted cream with my fruit—not bad—and was careful to tip discreetly.
By early afternoon, I’d settled into the lounge. Miss Pang came in later, but I held off talking to her until she had a few drinks.
I’d switched back to Champagné cocktails on Emily’s advice. She had also suggested the Kir Royale or LZ-129. She said they were more ladylike than whiskey sours. The #latter had some appeal, but it was late in the day for orange juice. So, I selected what I had ordered the day before, Champagné cocktails. I needed to drink something alcoholic. A sudden interest in sobriety would raise suspicions.
As Miss Pang finished her second drink, Emily took a place at the door, watching for SS rabbits. Taking a last swig of my Champagne, I set off across the room, and I had almost reached Miss Pang when a German-sounding fellow stopped me. “You’re the magician, aren’t you? Your trick impressed me yesterday. Such precision; it really looked like someone had picked up the glass, and there were no visible wires. Wunderbar!”
I nodded politely, hoping he wouldn’t ask me to join him for a drink. That was when Emily signaled, and three rabbits entered. At first, I thought the German fellow was a blessing in disguise, since I was talking to him, not Miss Pang.
But only at first, because the three of them marched over and surrounded us. The cold, hard glint in their eyes was as terrifying as the death's head insignia and swastika of their uniforms.
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 32: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part R
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 15. Injustice
After dinner, I returned to my cabin and updated Emily. She listened attentively. At first, her brow creased, and I imagined her thinking me a dunce for not sticking to our plan. But as I continued, they smoothed, and she nodded. I finished: “So I have an appointment with Miss Pang to discuss mind-reading tomorrow.”
“That was well played. And you’re right; Miss Pang will suspect you of being from counterintelligence.”
Then her brow furrowed again, and she changed the subject. “I’ve been wondering why you’re so eager to help me, when you could travel to wonderful, exotic places rather than spend time on a doomed ship.”
“I’ll give you three reasons. First, the Hindenburg a world class experience, with good food and pleasant company. Second, while I’m no social justice warrior, the Nazis are a blot on human history. You can’t imagine the depth of their crimes. The injustices laid at their door would boggle your mind. Third, I came here looking for a travel companion and found you—reason enough for me.”
“You have a colorful vocabulary: ‘social justice warrior,’ ‘laid at their door,’ ‘boggle your mind.’ I get what you’re saying, but watch it when talking to Miss Pang.”
That led to another lesson on 1930s idioms. After that, I had great success experimenting with sleep.
In the morning, breakfast went without a hitch, and I got to sample clotted cream with my fruit—not bad—and was careful to tip discreetly.
By early afternoon, I’d settled into the lounge. Miss Pang came in later, but I held off talking to her until she had a few drinks.
I’d switched back to Champagné cocktails on Emily’s advice. She had also suggested the Kir Royale or LZ-129. She said they were more ladylike than whiskey sours. The #latter had some appeal, but it was late in the day for orange juice. So, I selected what I had ordered the day before, Champagné cocktails. I needed to drink something alcoholic. A sudden interest in sobriety would raise suspicions.
As Miss Pang finished her second drink, Emily took a place at the door, watching for SS rabbits. Taking a last swig of my Champagne, I set off across the room, and I had almost reached Miss Pang when a German-sounding fellow stopped me. “You’re the magician, aren’t you? Your trick impressed me yesterday. Such precision; it really looked like someone had picked up the glass, and there were no visible wires. Wunderbar!”
I nodded politely, hoping he wouldn’t ask me to join him for a drink. That was when Emily signaled, and three rabbits entered. At first, I thought the German fellow was a blessing in disguise, since I was talking to him, not Miss Pang.
But only at first, because the three of them marched over and surrounded us. The cold, hard glint in their eyes was as terrifying as the death's head insignia and swastika of their uniforms.
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Latter-day Saints donate 33,000 pounds of food to Maryland pantries
Volunteers …
#dining #cooking #diet #food #Food #33000poundsfooddonation #BaltimoreCountyfoodassistance #CarrollCountyfoodpantries #EllicottCityfooddrive #HowardCountyhungerrelief #Latter-daySaintscommunityservice #Latter-daySaintsfooddonation #Marylandfoodinsecurity #Marylandfoodpantrydonation #Marylandhungerinitiatives
https://www.diningandcooking.com/2166846/latter-day-saints-donate-33000-pounds-of-food-to-maryland-pantries/ -
Latter-day Saints donate 33,000 pounds of food to Maryland pantries
Volunteers …
#dining #cooking #diet #food #Food #33000poundsfooddonation #BaltimoreCountyfoodassistance #CarrollCountyfoodpantries #EllicottCityfooddrive #HowardCountyhungerrelief #Latter-daySaintscommunityservice #Latter-daySaintsfooddonation #Marylandfoodinsecurity #Marylandfoodpantrydonation #Marylandhungerinitiatives
https://www.diningandcooking.com/2166846/latter-day-saints-donate-33000-pounds-of-food-to-maryland-pantries/ -
Latter-day Saints donate 33,000 pounds of food to Maryland pantries
Volunteers …
#dining #cooking #diet #food #Food #33000poundsfooddonation #BaltimoreCountyfoodassistance #CarrollCountyfoodpantries #EllicottCityfooddrive #HowardCountyhungerrelief #Latter-daySaintscommunityservice #Latter-daySaintsfooddonation #Marylandfoodinsecurity #Marylandfoodpantrydonation #Marylandhungerinitiatives
https://www.diningandcooking.com/2166846/latter-day-saints-donate-33000-pounds-of-food-to-maryland-pantries/ -
Latter-day Saints donate 33,000 pounds of food to Maryland pantries
Volunteers …
#dining #cooking #diet #food #Food #33000poundsfooddonation #BaltimoreCountyfoodassistance #CarrollCountyfoodpantries #EllicottCityfooddrive #HowardCountyhungerrelief #Latter-daySaintscommunityservice #Latter-daySaintsfooddonation #Marylandfoodinsecurity #Marylandfoodpantrydonation #Marylandhungerinitiatives
https://www.diningandcooking.com/2166846/latter-day-saints-donate-33000-pounds-of-food-to-maryland-pantries/ -
Ah #blessed #breakfast is soon upon me ... 🦞
Just time Dear Friends, Enemas and everything in between,
to know:
- #Dunno old!
- Who ya know?
- three is not a #magick number, they all are :ablobcatgoogly:
As the hype, hypersonic and FTL advocates, we may be stux in the #noughties corner or #latter daze of the Chavs of #Moroni and her #tribes.
Where to wander and #wonder? Perhaps in the corners, #knots and #bye-ways? Maybe a new #root? :ablobcatbongokeyboard:
Personally I prefer to find #new Ways such as AS (#Artificial #Stupidity), creating a future from our past... Or is it a past from our future as Ibn-Arabi the renowned #Spaniard #theorized so long before Dr #Maximus or Dr #Hoo? :anarchy:
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Ah #blessed #breakfast is soon upon me ... 🦞
Just time Dear Friends, Enemas and everything in between,
to know:
- #Dunno old!
- Who ya know?
- three is not a #magick number, they all are :ablobcatgoogly:
As the hype, hypersonic and FTL advocates, we may be stux in the #noughties corner or #latter daze of the Chavs of #Moroni and her #tribes.
Where to wander and #wonder? Perhaps in the corners, #knots and #bye-ways? Maybe a new #root? :ablobcatbongokeyboard:
Personally I prefer to find #new Ways such as AS (#Artificial #Stupidity), creating a future from our past... Or is it a past from our future as Ibn-Arabi the renowned #Spaniard #theorized so long before Dr #Maximus or Dr #Hoo? :anarchy:
ibnarabisociety.org/ -
Ah #blessed #breakfast is soon upon me ... 🦞
Just time Dear Friends, Enemas and everything in between,
to know:
- #Dunno old!
- Who ya know?
- three is not a #magick number, they all are :ablobcatgoogly:
As the hype, hypersonic and FTL advocates, we may be stux in the #noughties corner or #latter daze of the Chavs of #Moroni and her #tribes.
Where to wander and #wonder? Perhaps in the corners, #knots and #bye-ways? Maybe a new #root? :ablobcatbongokeyboard:
Personally I prefer to find #new Ways such as AS (#Artificial #Stupidity), creating a future from our past... Or is it a past from our future as Ibn-Arabi the renowned #Spaniard #theorized so long before Dr #Maximus or Dr #Hoo? :anarchy:
ibnarabisociety.org/ -
Et gammelt lydopptak med barnelatter
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Et gammelt lydopptak med barnelatter
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Et gammelt lydopptak med barnelatter
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Et gammelt lydopptak med barnelatter
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Et gammelt lydopptak med barnelatter
