April 04, 2007

Free Land for the Taking ... in Anderson, Alaska. An interesting plan to increase economic development, devised by the local high school students (all 16 of 'em).
posted by es el Queso 17 years ago
  • Date on the news feed: March 13. This was posted on that blue filter a couple weeks ago. Rumor has it, all the lots were snatched up within 48 hours. Once again, es el Queso goes homeless.
  • dammit, GramMa, if only i read that site...
  • There, there. We forgive you.
  • MonkeyFilter: There, there. We forgive you.
  • Cripes. There's a reason that this land is "free". Even just watching that Herzog film about the Grizzly freak, my overwhelming take-away was just how frikken bug-infested the Wilderness really is.
  • *cough* Americans always come around to stealing our ideas, sooner or later...
  • except for poutine. And same-sex civil unions. And French. And clean streets. What's with that, anyway?
  • Man, we coulda had our Monkey commune.
  • Americans always come around to stealing our ideas, sooner or later... Couldn't agree with you more, Capt. In fact, right now the American Bar Association is considering following suit by waiving the requirement that praciticing male attorneys have adult sized genitalia.
  • snippity SNAP!
  • Your Mom seemed to like my genitalia, bernockle.
  • Are you a Canadian lawyer? I had no idea. Sorry if you took any offense to that. And I am not surprised at all that she liked your genitalia. At her age, she just loves puzzles, "find the hidden object," etc.
  • *earsteams*
  • MY MOM WAS ONE OF CAPT. RENAULT'S INTERNET DATING DATES AND SHE SAID HE HAS A SMALL WEENIE!!! There. I said it. As an aside, I will say that she said its product tasted like Kool-Aid.
  • excellent derail.
  • Sorry.
  • To be precise: Blue Berry Yum Yum.
  • You people need to get a life. Or a plot. Or a room.
  • I had a subplot, but it didn't seem to go anywhere.
  • I'm rather shocked. I would have expected better from both bernockle and Capt. Renault. Such schoolboy exchanges aren't my expectation in places I lounge. An apology needs accepting, so thank you for that bernockle. /shuffles off to find another thread.
  • Ding DANG! Capt, stop dumping on Merkins! They's dumping enough on themselves. And Bernockle, sheesh! He's a lawyer, already, isn't that stigma enough without nonsense about organ size? Hell, I'm sure he has a huge spleen and gall bladder, and right cute glasses, too.
  • A commune on 1.3 acres would be an itty-bitty commune. A communelet. Then again, less snow to shovel that way.
  • To be true to my Canadian fashion, I'll apologize, although to be frank, I have no idea what I did. Sorry, everyone.
  • I am happy that this thread exists.
  • I am only about forty miles to the south of the Canuckistanian border, but clearly could never live Up There, because I have no fucking idea why you're apologizing, Cap'n. Or bernockle. Y'all both amuse the hell out of me.
  • *apologizes to goetter*
  • *calls for a Royal Commission of Inquiry into the whole situation*
  • > A communelet Add spuds and it could be a Spanish communelet.
  • *apologises to all and sundry for not being more apologetic*
  • I beg your pardon, I never promised you a back garden. Our friends the Shakers Say a commune needs at leat two acres. Maybe three, or mapbe five, To have room to live, Let's not go. I beg your pardon, I never promised you a back garden.
  • Baby's got backgarden! . . . Sorry.
  • *smiles approvingly* Much better; I likes monkeyisms. /goes to get bowl of cockpunch.
  • I'm just sad there isn't going to be a monkey community. We could sit in the Banana Bar and drink cockpunch. We would buy our bananas and Pop Tarts at the MonkeyMart. There would even be an Old Monkey's Home where we could mumble and rock on the front porch.
  • There would even be an Old Monkey's Home where we could mumble and rock on the front porch. I thought that's what we were doing . . . *re-reads fine print*
  • Get off my lawn, you damn kids! *shakes cane*
  • HEY! That's MY line.
  • No, I simply can not handle the thought of GramMa doing lines. You quit that sh*t and go back to your corn likker.
  • *snorts cookie dough, gets chocolate chip stuck in nose*
  • *can't read fine print without two pairs of glasses*
  • Wrong thread petebest; go to the Keith Richards one if that's what you are doing. That is no way to treat chocolate.
  • Dyor tellig be! *snkkkk*
  • Get off my lawn, and quit snortin' my grass clippings, you damn kids! *shakes fanny, waves cane
  • hee hee Pass the thorozine, kiddies.
  • tired of this kid easier anyone?
  • *contemplates the write way to immigrate.