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The following post was on a local news facebook page with the picture of a basset hound:
IM SURE SOMEONE IS MISSING THIS BEAUTY
On county road 389 needed water bad so got her some we can't keep
going out of town--collar has no tags
Tobin S.
(10,418 posts)I joined DU when I was 30 after getting directed to the front page through a link from another site. I was very much interested in what people were saying in regard to opposition to the coming war in Iraq, and I wanted to talk to like-minded people on the subject because they seemed to be in short supply in my hometown. I had taken to the Internet in search of anti-war articles.
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If you would have told me when I was 30 that some day I will have written a book, I would not have thought that very likely. It took a great deal of effort for me to put together a poorly written post here on DU. I would not have been able to imagine writing a book.
DawgHouse
(4,019 posts)NorthCarolinaL
(51 posts)If you have not heard it yet:
A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds to fire it at the other patrons.
"Why?" asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"Well, I'm a panda," he says. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation. "Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."