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Academic gown queen and Malaysian ukelele virtuoso CardCapChuck (who wears nothing ever seen in a store since 1919 and who traveled to London to commission his completely unnecessary waistcoat liner) says finding a collar that fits would involve a "miniquest"...


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He's back!  Indy travels to the wilds of Alaska to hunt down the degenerate who drugged and teabagged him and stole his bullwhip in NYC.  Don't miss "Cap'n Fridge and the Kingdom of Palin" opening nationwide May 6.

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Tony, Actually I missed your view on firearms. It's a curious phenomenon as Jan may confirm. Our gun pundits and readers are in a perpetual angst over british laws regarding weapons. I think it is our shared history and mother tongue. One would think it's almost a family secret, some genetic fault that might get passed on or something. We then laud the swiss as heroic William Tell's as if that nation is not without fault or changing social issues.
Personally, My ideal is a society where people have the right to bear arms, but also those who choose not to  are insured their freedom and safety. But there are other forums for this topic. I'm here to talk clothing.

Funny how life brings interests and experiences together. As a young boy my grandfather worked with 'Sabu' building custom homes after WW2 in the San Fernando Valley. He drove out to my now home to the old Jungleland Park, then a source for movie animals. They had a elephant needing help and Sabu graciously ( he was a neat human being) took all the kids and made a day of it. I watched everything he did.
Years later I'm at the ranch and all the horses are in a frenzy, the mexicans HIDING
and this unmistakable noise coming from the recently abandoned Hare Krishna Ashram next door.
The SOBs had abandoned a asian elephant they bought from a small circus when the competing gurus each ran off to Arkansas and Texas with money and a few girl devotees.
So I grab bales of hay and spent a no small sum on melons from a mexican roadside truck vendor passing by. I remembered Sabu's methods and managed to get the elephant back in it's pen, feed the hungry animal and water it. I called Animal Control and she went north to a elephant sanctuary.
Years later I visited with my then main squeeze, a tall bunette Ali McGraw type. She said I was lying about the elephant. We stopped by and within seconds a loud trumpeting began, one trotted over and gave me more affection than any other woman has before or since. They truly do not forget.
Meanwhile, I'm collecting african hunting rifles and my then nicaraugan sister in law demands to know why I need a elephant gun ( my .416 Rigby)in California. I explained the elephants were cacheing food on the roof and keeping me awake at night,so I kept it to fire warning shots. When she stopped swearing in spanish I produced my 6.5 Mm and explained it was what the greatest killer of elephants of all time, a englishman named Bell used. she swore even more, calling me a liar, no tiny bullet like that could murder an elephant.Barrio bred latinas know these things.
Grosgrain, It's like this: One has to know what one is talking about by actually doing it, even rudimentary. Now, I have no desire to truly understand my gay friend's physical preferences, so it's a matter of mutual tolernace. But I've drunk beer with Hells Angels, talked theology with rebis and buddhist monks and harvested strawberries with Mixtec Indians in Oxnard. My one remaining rifle has a spider egg sack in the barrel where it sits in the dark unseen. Hell, someday I might even talk clothing with Charles ( I've met his mom at the Royal Windsor Horse Show) and not come off as a total fool.

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