My ongoing mission to visit one member of the fighting 101st each day led me over to Leather Penguin. Who is exceedingly pleased with the Dixie Chicks. (And TC was suitably impressed with my post about the health-conscious bear, I might add!) Warning, TC is a bit more emphatic than I am.
Word of warning, TC. Black Jack is exceedingly fond of penguin. Prepared in various ways.
err… Wtf?
My dogs prepare shrimps like him.
Hey! Wait a minute… I’m a 101′er.
Cue the Clash….
Heh
boo.
I will learn to trust penguins again when they stop hanging out with Al Gore.
I recently read a couple of blogs about not politicizing the military. I fully agree, and think we should extend that to pengiuns. They are confused enough already.
there are penguins… and there are LeatherPenguins!
Well, there are also penguin oil presses! (Seriously, there actually are). Though I suppose the yeild would be very low from a LeatherPenguin!
Although penguin leather might make a good sword grip!
Blackhawk? There is a world of difference between “confused” and amused.
TC: based on many postings, yer basic penguins are still ‘on the raft’ as far as I’m concerned.
To wit: penguins hanging around with Big Al, penguins acting like sea critters when they are in fact birds, penguins joyously supporting a crappy Batman movie, and there is even a theory that pre-historic penguins summoned a massive meteor that crushed the Polar Bear Independence Movement in Antarctica 300 million years ago, which resulted in Australia breaking free from the Antarctic land mass. And just who were the victims? Not only were millions of polar bears wiped out (according to a Far Side I saw years ago), but marsupials, aka ‘Native Antarcticans’, were driven off their land and forced to live in the outback. And I lost 5 bucks on that crappy movie (the Batman one…I’ll ‘pass’ on the Big Al one…oops, it apparently didn’t make it to the theaters here…).
Too many ‘Da Vinci’ code moments here for my liking…
Penguins in leather…OK…I can dig that…especially if they have frickin laser beams attached to their fricken heads…And Blackhawk’s aren’t confuzed or amuzed. We’re just plain drunk (honestly, occifer, I wazn’t drivin..I waz just sittin here…).