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Aside from the sexual innuendos, what excites you to no end?

Posted - December 6, 2016

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  • I wouldn't say to no end, but nature is where it's at, for me. That's my passion in life.
      December 6, 2016 7:09 PM MST
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  • 10052
    Really?? I'd have guessed it was cracking corn!

    I saw your "cracking corn, probably" status the other day and it made me laugh so hard. I was talking to my friend here and just lost it when I saw that!! :)
      December 6, 2016 9:15 PM MST
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  • Well! You must have quite the sense of humor, yourself! Love that you laughed, so! 

    laugh american belly hearty

    Tell me....................how the hell does one crack corn, anyway. What does that even mean??? 

    cornhammer noisys
      December 6, 2016 9:23 PM MST
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  • 10052
    I believe it means to make a light-hearted joke. Would seem that it's a name that suits you, Jimmy!
      December 7, 2016 9:36 PM MST
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  • Glad I know that now, and thanks. :)
      December 13, 2016 8:31 AM MST
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  • I'm with Jimmy on this one.  Being out in nature.
    I get really excited when that first big snow comes thinking about getting out on the snow packed trails.  Then again when the water finally freezes and it's time to pull the shanty and tip-ups out of storage.  That's my prime-time right there.
      December 6, 2016 7:21 PM MST
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  • 10052
    Me, three! Nature, all the way!!

    And puppies, which=animals, which=nature.
      December 6, 2016 9:13 PM MST
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  • 283
    Getting in the car and driving backroads to wherever they may lead.

    Hiking a new trail.

    Photographing some amazing site.
      December 6, 2016 7:26 PM MST
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  • 7939
    Hot
    Black
    Espresso
      December 6, 2016 7:45 PM MST
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  • Image result for hot black espresso pics
      December 6, 2016 7:47 PM MST
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  • 7939
    Mmm... coffee. ;)
      December 6, 2016 7:48 PM MST
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  • Wish I were a coffee drinker. If it tasted like it smells................

    happy fun parks and recreation celebration celebrate
      December 6, 2016 7:58 PM MST
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  • 53502
    You know I was scrolling down on the iPhone as I read your answer, which showed it one word at a time, so I got all excited thinking I finally had a shot. Until the third word appeared, that is. 

    Tease. 




    ~ This post was edited by Randy D at December 14, 2016 9:58 PM MST
      December 13, 2016 6:06 AM MST
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  • 10
    Single malt scotch.
      December 6, 2016 7:55 PM MST
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  • When I was 60 I decided it was time to learn to fly hang gliders. Unfortunately I didn't get my licence but during the lessons I managed to land in a paddock where a bull stood eating. He looked at me thoughtfully, I thought there was a glint in his eye -- and there was I strapped into a technicolour kite without no quick way to unstrap and get over the fence. Now THAT was exciting.
      December 6, 2016 9:29 PM MST
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  • Your story reminds me of one by Hilaire Beloc:
    Some years ago you heard me sing
    My doubts on Alexander Byng.
    His sister Sarah now inspires
    My jaded Muse, my failing fires.
    Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
    How when the child was twelve years old
    She could not read or write a line.
    Her sister Jane, though barely nine,
    Could spout the Catechism through
    And parts of Matthew Arnold too,
    While little Bill who came between
    Was quite unnaturally keen
    On 'Athalie', by Jean Racine.
    But not so Sarah! Not so Sal!
    She was a most uncultured girl
    Who didn't care a pinch of snuff
    For any literary stuff
    And gave the classics all a miss.
    Observe the consequence of this!
    As she was walking home one day,
    Upon the fields across her way
    A gate, securely padlocked, stood,
    And by its side a piece of wood
    On which was painted plain and full,
    BEWARE THE VERY FURIOUS BULL
    Alas! The young illiterate
    Went blindly forward to her fate,
    And ignorantly climbed the gate!
    Now happily the Bull that day
    Was rather in the mood for play
    Than goring people through and through
    As Bulls so very often do;
    He tossed her lightly with his horns
    Into a prickly hedge of thorns,
    And stood by laughing while she strode
    And pushed and struggled to the road.
    The lesson was not lost upon
    The child, who since has always gone
    A long way round to keep away
    From signs, whatever they may say,
    And leaves a padlocked gate alone.
    Moreover she has wisely grown
    Confirmed in her instinctive guess
    That literature breeds distress. This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at December 6, 2016 11:29 PM MST
      December 6, 2016 11:27 PM MST
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  • That's absolutely delightful. It good that she learned that it's literature that's at fault. :D
      December 6, 2016 11:30 PM MST
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  • 3934
    Massive jams....;-D...

      December 6, 2016 9:57 PM MST
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  • An irreverent woman.
      December 6, 2016 10:34 PM MST
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  • good literature
    spectacular or quiet beauty in nature
    the smell of fresh sweat on a healthy man
    knowledge
    stretching my brain
    in no particular order
      December 6, 2016 11:31 PM MST
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  • A mellifluous voice, deep and molasses like...
    Where was I?
      December 6, 2016 11:42 PM MST
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  • 3934
    You mean like our friend Claptrap here?....;-D...
      December 6, 2016 11:49 PM MST
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  • Not anywhere close, nice try )
      December 7, 2016 3:02 AM MST
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  • 326
      December 6, 2016 11:48 PM MST
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