Count to ten thousand! (Part 1)

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SLIPPER ART.1085 NATURAL
Model 1085 333
Slipper made of seal skin, silver fox hem, wool lining

See My Vest
Mr. Burns: Some men hunt for sport
Others hunt for food
The only thing I’m hunting for
Is an outfit that looks good

See…my…vest
See my vest
Made from real gorilla chest

Feel this sweater
There’s no better
Than authentic Irish setter

See this hat
'Twas my cat
My evening wear, vampire bat

These white slippers
Are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear
Turtle’s necks,
I’ve got my share.

Barret of poodle
On my noodle
It shall rest.

Try my red robin suit
It comes one vest or two.

See my vest,
See my vest,
See my vest!

Like my loafers?
Former gophers
It was that, or skin my chaufferus.

But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best.

So let’s prepare these dogs

Maid: Kill two for matching clogs.

Mr. Burns: See my vest,
See my vest,
Oh, please won’t you see my vest!

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1087: William Conkered.

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They seem to be a pretty popular band in Vietnam:

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Math trick:

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Drink This Now: Ten Ninety’s Imperial Porter

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this is starting to give me a headache!

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1092 - The year Carlisle became English, and started building a castle.

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neat. a lot of those folks later settled around Tennessee. I have fond memories of a lot of places with “Cumberland” in the place-name : )

According to Cop Radar Codes, the general purpose code for drag racing is 10-94, but in Norfolk, VA it’s a request for more fuel.

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Makes sense. Drag racing will increase fuel consumption. And if [this guy][1]
was given his job back, might as well have it as part of the Ten Code.
[1]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swZYoigJdIU


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A narrow fellow in the grass (1096)

By Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him—did you not
His notice sudden is,
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your feet,
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn,
But when a boy and barefoot,
I more than once at noon
Have passed, I thought, a whip lash,
Unbraiding in the sun,
When stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled and was gone.

Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality.
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.

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