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four little praire dog hopping about this field.
first little praire dog,
i cannot wait to get to nashville. but im not ready to leave here and if i could extend my stay i probably would. but i miss many people
second little praire dog,
i watched you me and everyone else you know. something like that. comment numero uno on this movie based on the assumance that everyone has seen it: the poop part. maybe the funniest thing ever in my living spectrum. comment numero dos springing forth from the assumance that not all have seen it: maybe the perfect movie for us too watch together when i return. not only bc of the poop. but a lot and maybe mostly bc of the poop.
thyrd praire dog,
spaniards dont wait in line. before getting emocional about this terribleeminly unfair generalization about a race i just made allow me to justify the claim. everytime i have been to the airport in spain, which has been several times, really close to 10 times, maybe even more, while waiting at the gate everyone is normal. the spaniards and i. we are normal. but as soon as the ticket taker woman or man appeareth from the shaft that you enter to board the airplane, everyone rushes from their seats and crowds the ticket desk. no line whatsoever.
but let me back up a bit. sometime a random line will form. for no reason really, a couple people get in line 20 to 30 minutes before boarding time and the line grows. however many people just stay in their seats. as soon as the ticket taker appeareth, the people from the seats diffuse through the line and the line dissipates. when it is time to board the plane, there is always a cluster of people smushing, i might even go as far as to call it moshing, their way to the ticket taker, everyone of them totally fine with the chaos.
and to enforce my claim. caylins mother came to spain and she had a guidebook to spain in which was contained a phrase that went something like this "the spanish dont wait in line"
and now for an anecdote. i was in the airport in london. there was a large line, bc they do that in london. they actually call it queing. i dont have a clue how to spell it. so everyone was queing. apparently one guy was not in the know of this coureous and orderly method of boarding an airplane and he walked to the front of the line. a brit from the rear walks up to the front of the line, to this ignorant prude, and with a very irritated tone says "pardon me but we que in this country" then returns to his spot in the back of the line. the ignorant prude remained where he was. but i felt a small but significant victorious and just heating of my heart inside my chest.
seriously, why wouldnt you wait in line?
fourth dog,
and please, if nothing else, respond to this, even maybe thouroughly,
if it is raining and the ground is covered in rain, and you walk in the rain, then walk indoors and track the water from the ground outside onto the hard tile floors inside can you call the water on the floor inside raindrops?
first little praire dog,
i cannot wait to get to nashville. but im not ready to leave here and if i could extend my stay i probably would. but i miss many people
second little praire dog,
i watched you me and everyone else you know. something like that. comment numero uno on this movie based on the assumance that everyone has seen it: the poop part. maybe the funniest thing ever in my living spectrum. comment numero dos springing forth from the assumance that not all have seen it: maybe the perfect movie for us too watch together when i return. not only bc of the poop. but a lot and maybe mostly bc of the poop.
thyrd praire dog,
spaniards dont wait in line. before getting emocional about this terribleeminly unfair generalization about a race i just made allow me to justify the claim. everytime i have been to the airport in spain, which has been several times, really close to 10 times, maybe even more, while waiting at the gate everyone is normal. the spaniards and i. we are normal. but as soon as the ticket taker woman or man appeareth from the shaft that you enter to board the airplane, everyone rushes from their seats and crowds the ticket desk. no line whatsoever.
but let me back up a bit. sometime a random line will form. for no reason really, a couple people get in line 20 to 30 minutes before boarding time and the line grows. however many people just stay in their seats. as soon as the ticket taker appeareth, the people from the seats diffuse through the line and the line dissipates. when it is time to board the plane, there is always a cluster of people smushing, i might even go as far as to call it moshing, their way to the ticket taker, everyone of them totally fine with the chaos.
and to enforce my claim. caylins mother came to spain and she had a guidebook to spain in which was contained a phrase that went something like this "the spanish dont wait in line"
and now for an anecdote. i was in the airport in london. there was a large line, bc they do that in london. they actually call it queing. i dont have a clue how to spell it. so everyone was queing. apparently one guy was not in the know of this coureous and orderly method of boarding an airplane and he walked to the front of the line. a brit from the rear walks up to the front of the line, to this ignorant prude, and with a very irritated tone says "pardon me but we que in this country" then returns to his spot in the back of the line. the ignorant prude remained where he was. but i felt a small but significant victorious and just heating of my heart inside my chest.
seriously, why wouldnt you wait in line?
fourth dog,
and please, if nothing else, respond to this, even maybe thouroughly,
if it is raining and the ground is covered in rain, and you walk in the rain, then walk indoors and track the water from the ground outside onto the hard tile floors inside can you call the water on the floor inside raindrops?