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	<title>Large Fierce Mammal</title>
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		<title>Being in the Wild: The Original Control/Alt/Delete</title>
		<description>[caption id="attachment_1932" align="alignleft" width="400" caption="&#34;Morning in a Pine Forest&#34; by Ivan Ivanovitch Shishkin"][/caption]

I've never been one to become bored by my own company. I was quite young when I realized that being alone wasn't boring, and that to truly know boredom I had to be in the company of other ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1929</link>
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		<title>No, No, No, FUCKING NO!</title>
		<description>[caption id="attachment_1876" align="alignleft" width="286" caption="If you presently own anything like this, and you obtained it for your dog&#39;s use, you really need to go fuck yourself."][/caption]

In an article titled Mount Up! that appeared on the Golden Mountain Dog Solutions blog back on 2 August 2009, I wrote at length about ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1875</link>
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		<title>A Meditation on Cloudy Thinking</title>
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Too many people with whom I've to do
Go through life with their reason askew.
When their answers arrive
Two plus two equals five
Using very large values of two. </description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1860</link>
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		<title>A Codger&#8217;s Lament</title>
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A hoary old codger out west
Brought his doctor a special request,
"This may seem rather queer,
"But the reason I'm here,
"Is to check out my sperm count, no jest!"

Quoth the doctor, "Good sir, I admire
"Your daring, but might I inquire
"What prompts you to seeking
"That of which you are speaking
"Which is more than ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1840</link>
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		<title>Another Piece of Ribaldry</title>
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A teacher once offered a prize
For a student to quickly devise
What organ might
When treated aright
Grow 20 times larger in size.

A young female student named May
Exclaimed in disgust and dismay!
She answered by howling,
"Sir, this is fouling
"My mood, such a question is fey!"

Undaunted, the teacher now stared
At the student whose temper had ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1830</link>
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		<title>A Bit of Irreverent Sunday Amusement Based on a Joke I Once Heard</title>
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Renowned one-eyed whore, Cindy Lou
Was in demand for the things she could do.
For a bit more out of pocket
You could screw her eye socket
And she'd always keep an eye out for you! </description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1819</link>
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		<title>Sporrans - Not Just for the Kilted</title>
		<description>[caption id="attachment_1793" align="alignleft" width="383" caption="Sir John Sinclair in a painting by Henry Raeburn, sporting leather trimmed trews made of fabric."][/caption]

Once upon a time, pants didn't come with pockets. They were more like high waisted, close fitted leggings of leather or fabric or both, believed to have evolved from footed hose, ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1790</link>
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		<title>A Shit From the Prairie Named Stu &#8230;</title>
		<description>I enjoy dabbling in the creation of humourous poetry. Some day I will write a poem beginning with the line that is the title of this post.

Known only to my closest associates is that, when in my cups and sufficiently provoked, I've been known to throw one off the lip ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1773</link>
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		<title>Results of a Few Hours on the Road Without My Woman</title>
		<description>[caption id="attachment_1755" align="alignleft" width="264" caption="Back when we was datin&#39;."][/caption]

Mrs. LFM and I work as a team in all our endeavours and hence, each of us rarely goes abroad in the land without the other. Well, today was an exception - she had some field work to do with a couple ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1754</link>
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		<title>A Bit More LFM Family History</title>
		<description>Mrs. LFM was born in Poland during the Communist regime. She and her family, mother Izabella and father Ryszard, came to Canada by way of Italy in October 1986. Politically, this would be called a defection. On a human level, I'd call it nothing more or less than a family ...</description>
		<link>http://randy.whynacht.ca/archives/1729</link>
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