RobertBrown
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No, I can't find any on my trees. But don't tell Steve or it will ruin my scam. :laughing: If he orders, I'll have to substitute moose droppings for chaga.
Would you call that "Chaga caca"?
Or "Caca chaga"?
I have to know
No, I can't find any on my trees. But don't tell Steve or it will ruin my scam. :laughing: If he orders, I'll have to substitute moose droppings for chaga.
Just doing my part, good sir.Sounds like your asserting is that this thread is insane and indecent..........
I should like to soak and ponder that assertion for a while.... but in the meantime.....
Thank you![]()
Would you call that "Chaga caca"?
Or "Caca chaga"?
I have to know
I think I will market it as: "Fair Trade 100% Natural Chaga Flavored Tea. No trees were disturbed in making this renewable product."
You have to hit the right consumer marketing buttons to make a living these days.
I believe the reason for the pallets in the field will be discovered if only someone would take a picture of them AT NIGHT!
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I assume Sparc has been abducted by aliens for calling attention to the pallet phenomena.
I can't believe you guys have taken so long to figure this out. Clearly they are dog agility training equipment.
He probably trains greyhounds, so he has to space them out more than someone would for other dogs.
:laughing::laughing: Never heard of that one..
I first heard it in grade school back in the 40s.
Harry K
Boots on fence posts and shoes strung over a wire reminded me of an older but similar ritual.
Back in the 19th Century when Bangor, Maine was the "lumber capital of the world" massive spring river drives were used to move the logs cut over the winter to the mills on the Penobscot River in Bangor.
River drivers jumped, walked and hopped across the logs using their peavey to clear jams and sort logs into various rafts. If they fell in and drowned, their calk boots were hung from a tree on the riverbank where their body was found. (Calk boot is Downeast Maine speak for "cork" boot, a logger's boot with studded soles.)
Given that the river drivers were well known for their drunken and licentious ways, it is doubtful that their souls are resting easy somewhere--if one accepts such a proposition. Perhaps boots oddly and mysteriously placed on fence posts are the actions of tormented river driver shades.
I think it is best to give those boots a wide berth as they are likely haunted. If you must get close, first toss a black cat over the fence at midnight. If the cat does not disappear as it passes over a boot on the fence ... well you are on your own--unless:
For $19.95 plus shipping and handling, I can arrange the procurement of genuine Penobscot River anti-haunt water. VISA and M/C accepted.
I just saw 2 trucks on I-71 south bound stacked full of pallets. Thousands of them heading south. Maybe a late Snow birds?
But how would alien wiener dogs navigate the gaps in the pallets?