When it rains and the bright sun is shining, then the devil was beating his wife. #appalachia
Driving into Cornwall from Devon you see masses of huge wind turbines. They're huge fans for making the wind blow, without them we'd have no wind!
I love that one!No, those are for spinning the Earth. Otherwise there'd be no night and day.
Like, duh.
I was forced to eat a large desert spoonful of malt that came in a huge jar, bigger than my head every day to 'build me up and make a man of me'. I forget what lame name they called it but I absolutely hated the stuff.No outright standing fibs. I doubted Santa when I was about five. However, my dad was good at sales pitches. When I was prescribed a particularly foul tasting liquid medicine for a chronic cough, my dad would prepare it in a special little glass, hold it up with bright eyed pleasure and announce it was time for my magic potion.
It still tasted vile and sour, but the inspirational idea that it was potion, and magic at that, made it go down easily. That worked for a year or more, as long as I had to take the med. I think I eventually decided I hadn't seen any magic, but I still appreciated the ritual, since I knew it was well meant. Kids are often pretty bright. Besides which, I also appreciated the drama.
He was always somewhat theatrical. You should have heard his speech on his second retirement. It was real Nineteenth Century oratory.
There's 2 kinds of people in the world.Tommy Tanking will turn you blind!
Not a complete lie, I suppose. Too much & you’ll end up either short or long sighted. Depending on the size of the old chap of course.
he's real, but he's a vampire. No one tells you that. It's why he wears red and only comes out at night.First person that says Santa isn’t real ………..