Happy Beginnings of the Holly Daze!
You know, if Klown Long Schwab comes to mai door, or gets on mai ROOF, I will rip his Santa hat arf his head and bite his ears arf.
ITEM ONE:
Rememble to set your clock back on Splaturday Night. Or… shoot it on Sundae Mornie.
ITEM TWO:
We don’t need no stinkin’ FORGIBNESS
until dere is some REPAIRNESS.
OKAY, BABY BOO? (I like dat guy in da vid!)
No way you just get to go dancin’
outta dat nasty, vile skank you did to us.
Now GET OUTTA TOWN. Come back wiff mai job.
DEN we chat, wiff mai teef, and you wiff a tennis ball in yor mouf, inna snow.
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Let the body heal its self, just like she says.
Watching Barbara O'Neill now ... and she is good VERY GOOD.
I directed the biology labs for non-science majors at Temple University Japan for about 18 years, and though my labs contained a bit more of an info-tainment edge to keep their attention for two hours at a time, I tried to frame those labs similar to Barabara's approach ... for example, the cellular mechanisms behind what causes a hangover, and how a little knowledge of science can minimizes a headache the next day. But her lecture is my labs on steroids, and this old dawg is learning a few tricks from her.
Much thanks for this WH!