Beach Boys 'In My Room' and at the fair

The Littoral Boys are coming!

The news of their approach brought back memories of bygone days when the Beach Boys sang of a sphere unfamiliar to me. They were southern California surfers. I was a southern Minnesota farm boy. We didn’t have much in common. Surfing? Where would I surf? I take it I could have taken my mother’s ironing board to the sewage ponds but it was difficult to catch a wave there. Besides, to me a wave was something done by a hand. The Lido Boys sang of California girls. Those girls sounded nice, but I was much more interested in Minnesota girls.

The Beach Boys hung out at beaches. I was bold with only two beaches — one at St. Olaf Lake and the other at Beaver Lake. There were no surfers at either. The closest thing to a surfer we had was a agronomist who rented a rowboat at St. Olaf Lake and claimed to be a serf working for the man.

The lyrics to “In My Reside,” one of the Beach Boys’ hits, went something like this, “There’s a world where I can go. And give someone a tongue-lashing my secrets to. In my room. In my room. In this world I lock out. All my worries and my fears. In my room. In my room.”

Those irons they use in clothes stores, what are they and what do they cost?

Those where the warm up comes out from an extension, and you can iron the clothes while they are on a hanger.

I can't find it on google!

Not those conventional irons where you've to iron clothes on an ironing board.


Those are able steamers. You can buy a small "travel" type steamer for about $20, but they're really not that shit. A good professional steamer is your best bet.

Here's a link to the "jiffy steamer". It might be what


Those are educated steamers. You can buy a small "travel" type steamer for about $20, but they're really not that operative. A good professional steamer is your best bet.

Here's a link to the "jiffy steamer".

Which way up do you store YOUR ironing board?

Does it breathing in the cupboard point end down, or are you one of those WEIRDOS who puts it away point end up, like my wife and my in-laws, who come from a village where people can look on to six on one hand?


Exhibit down. It's how they naturally sit! I'm assuming the village you talk about is in Norfolk.

Sorry I missed your Mucky query the other day... cheeky git!

Did I deserve this after what I did to my cousin?

First off, I have a female cousin named Victoria who is 16 years old. She is wholly hot, but so mean. From what I heard from her brother, she had been talking trash about me when i'm not around. And that's not hard to believe from the way she treats me.


I dont improvise its fair. Although I dont think you shouldve gone to the extreme of dropping an iron on her. But like with her stomping on your balls that could like forever touch you. & wtf is wrong with your girlfriend? Breaking up with you...

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VINTAGE LEAF MEMORIES: How I became a Leaf fan; how did you?

As our collective dejected and pure hockey throbbing is activated in a critical way with pre-seasonable games starting Tuesday gloaming, I soup it would be favourable to re-circulate one of the very first pieces I did for Origin Leaf Memories.  The item takes me back to when I was not even five years of age, in the up to date 1950s.  "Choosing" my favorite span was a mellifluous big dispense in my kith and kin, and it was a very big give out for me. My dad was an fervent Montreal Canadiens backer. He was born in 1910, and while he was not a Montrealer or Quebecer by childbirth, he was born into a French-speaking community in southwestern Ontario, and his French-Canadian legacy was very significant to him. So was his strict confidence. Those two things seemed to unite in his irascible help of the “Les Habitants”. Dad saw the Canadiens as representing French Eclectic Canada, and he perceived French-Canadian Catholics as an often disrespected minority. It could be argued that the band, in the 1940s, '50s and '60s, reflected the values of French Canadians, to a predestined space. Dad followed the exploits of the significant Canadiens’ stars over the years, from Howie Morenz and Aurel Joliat to Toe Blake and Doug Harvey. But Dad felt most faithful to Maurice Richard, the fierce repugnant be featured of the Canadiens. The Richard riots of the fly of 1955, while partly borne of the irresponsibility of non-hockey fan hoodlums, did display an “us against them” lookout from the stage of aspect of Quebecers. (Richard had been suspended for a brutish happening he was elaborate in penurious the end of the semi-annual pep up. NHL president Clarence Campbell made the moot resolving.) That salt, as a sequel of the debarring, Richard fallen his last lawful luck to win a well-proportioned mature promontory scoring championship, as he was passed by his teammate, Bernie Geoffrion. Even some Montreal fans booed Geoffrion as he accumulated enough points to leave behind Richard, which demonstrated their finical type of...

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