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Free Gilad Shalit | at home with ann
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At home with ann. Happy New Year 5771. On: 22 August 2010. On the 25th June 2006, Gilad Shalit (aged just 19) was kidnapped by Palestinian terrorists in a cross border raid from the Gaza Strip. He has been held hostage by Hamas ever since with almost no contact to the outside world. He is also denied visits from the International Red Cross to ensure his good health. Gilad shalit on hamas poster. He must not be forgotten – not on his birthday – not any day. It has English subtitles. 23 August 2010 at 10:45.
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The Annals of Gawpo: February 2007
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The Annals of Gawpo. Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Most likely, every single one of you has seen this FIRST video. But I hadn't seen the others. If for some reason you have not seen this technique, then you are in for a potentially life changing treat. I am a follower. I got the idea for this post by going to Amanda's blog. Well, we all know that if we go to Amanda's blog, who else is going to be there, already having beaten the rest of us to the stalking punch? LOADING A DISH WASHER IN THREE PARTS:.
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The Annals of Gawpo: December 2006
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The Annals of Gawpo. Wednesday, December 27, 2006. Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Wants pawn term, dare worsted ladle gull hoe lift wetter murder inner ladle cordage, honor itch offer lodge dock florist. Disk ladle gull orphan worry ladle cluck wetter putty ladle rat hut, an fur disk raisin pimple colder Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Dun stopper laundry wrote! An yonder nor sorghum-stenches, dun stopper torque wet strainers! Set disk wicket woof, "Evanescent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut! Soda wicket woof tu...
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The Annals of Gawpo: He Turned 78 Today---Happy Birthday, Pa
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The Annals of Gawpo. Friday, August 15, 2008. He Turned 78 Today- -Happy Birthday, Pa. Ain't no way he'd make it past the Senate hearings. But there are good and honorable reasons for that. Here's my father at work at a recent pro tem gig in Manteca. I'm puff-chestedly proud of my dear 'ol dad. We still do some good Auggie Doggie and Doggie Daddy schtick. He's especially good with the "My son, my son" line. Please join me in wishing my father a very happy 78th. He doesn't look a day past 77. The pride of...
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The Annals of Gawpo: July 2007
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The Annals of Gawpo. Monday, July 30, 2007. Trip To The Center Of The Island. I took a trip. But, Mr. and Mrs. Gawpo, Sr. came to visit me the week prior to my flying up to the San Juans to return the favor. They drove from California to north of the southernmost portion of Victoria, Canada. Drove. In a car. Together. You do the math. My dear father is attracted to certain language. See below:. At 9,500 feet in under 20 minutes. Not bad. That snow up there represents billions of rain drops cheated of rea...
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The Annals of Gawpo: Time To Cut The Cheese
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The Annals of Gawpo. Thursday, June 12, 2008. Time To Cut The Cheese. Many say, smells like baby's barf. My father buys a 55 pound wheel every couple years. He buys one. My Uncle Charlie buys one. We drove over to Redwood City from Turlock. Yesterday to claim our wheel. Can you say, "I'd like to buy a vowel, Alex"? The fortune comes in the knowing that a 55 pound wheel of Pecorino. Yeah Cool, huh? For this reason, it can never expand geographically. Where was I? We're Sicilian, remember. What else? This ...
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The Annals of Gawpo: Hoo You Lookin' At?
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The Annals of Gawpo. Saturday, July 19, 2008. Hoo You Lookin' At? Posted by Jacob @ 12:03 PM. Links to this post. At Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 12:37:00 PM PDT. It looks like a barred owl. I heard one yesterday at Corkscrew Swamp, but never caught a glimpse. "Who cooks for you. Who cooks for you - all.". Nice photo. Nice rich colors. At Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 12:43:00 PM PDT. Beautiful owl. Thanks for sharing. Now, where you been? What's with this one post per month crap? SOMEWHERES JOES: You may be ...
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The Annals of Gawpo: November 2006
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The Annals of Gawpo. Monday, November 27, 2006. Newton said: "Gravity is that nostalgia in things to become spheres." I have always loved that quote. To me it means that, over time, given enough interaction with external (and internal, to be sure) forces, things have a way of working themselves round; the center finds itself no farther from any surface. In one of Henry Jaglom's films (Last Summer In The Hamptons? I love that. Becoming human is just that. And I am loving the ride. Links to this post.
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The Annals of Gawpo: October 2006
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The Annals of Gawpo. Sunday, October 15, 2006. My Guitar Gently Weeps on a Ukelele. Amazing Ukelele player plays George Harrison's 'My Guitar Gently Weeps' on the ukelele. Posted by Jacob @ 11:10 AM. Links to this post. Saturday, October 07, 2006. Gawpo defined. Sort of. A cannery worker in both peaches and tomatoes. A drug and alcohol counselor. A deckhand on a Columbia River tug. But not a pirate. i've always paid for my videos). A single engine, land, fixed wing private pilot. Posted by Jacob @ 8:51 PM.
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The Annals of Gawpo: Lightning Strikes Twice
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The Annals of Gawpo. Tuesday, July 22, 2008. I can't believe my LUCK. Seems like just about every other day on my logging road ventures to or from my house, I either see an owl, or in this case, an Al. Uh-oh The Al sees me. Yet remains, cautiously transfixed on the creature with that strange contraption pressed to his face, making clicking sounds. What could it be? He thinks to himself. Will it hurt me? Or should I go? Phight, Phlight, or Phone Phor help? You're up, Joe. Which Al is this? So this is the ...