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Sunday, 4 November 2007
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A Farmer was driving his wagon along a miry country road after a heavy rain. The horses could hardly drag the load through the deep mud, and at last came to a standstill when one of the wheels sank to the hub in a rut.
The farmer climbed down from his seat and stood beside the wagon looking at it but without making the least effort to get it out of the rut. All he did was to curse his bad luck and call loudly on Hercules to come to his aid. Then, it is said, Hercules really did appear, saying:
“Put your shoulder to the wheel, man, and urge on your horses. Do you think you can move the wagon by simply looking at it and whining about it? Hercules will not help unless you make some effort to help yourself.”
And when the farmer put his shoulder to the wheel and urged on the horses, the wagon moved very readily, and soon the Farmer was riding along in great content and with a good lesson learned.
Take that, subspace.
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Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
Something about baskets, I reckon, and not keeping all of one thing or another in only one of them.
By Vagrant on 4 November 2007 · 18:55
Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
It's good to see that good, civil, patriotic minded Americans are still stock pilling for the coming egg race war - I'll bring up my hoodie and recipe for 'splodin letters. Down with white eggs...long live free range!
By William Shakesweasel on 6 November 2007 · 07:44
Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
the first one is definitely sexual. the second one is ambiguous but also makes me horny.
By barnaby on 6 November 2007 · 19:36
Re^2: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
You remember the psychologist who came into ECS and said every one of the Rorschachs in the majenta we were working on was a vagina?
By A is A on 6 November 2007 · 19:45
Re^3: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
I do...but he never saw his mom piss drunk in the back room with Harry and Mike with ink on her panties...
By William Shakesweasel on 7 November 2007 · 20:03
Re^4: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
Hmmmm… looks like… a … butterfly.
By A is A on 8 November 2007 · 03:33