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September 23, 2024
Gutter Gathering Night Two

Come meet the Gutter Family
Many thanks to Denise @Pughduo for assisting the Gutter Gathering.
Oh, please ignore the obnoxious yelling lady in the background.
@Bunny3k, @Patriotcat, @DPeltier, @ThisIsMousie, @SageSooner, @cgratz319, @Rugsie

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Honey Butter Makes Everything Better

What are you cooking tonight that requires two sticks of butter to make it truly great? 😂 This Mustards Napa cornbread is getting the full honey-butter treatment.

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Ask Greg Winning QuestionS

Congratulations to @SoCalMike and @Watchinaw. Your questions were chosen for tonight’s Ask Greg and the Panelists.

@SoCalMike Is there a television family your family was most like growing up?
@Watchinawe Did you ever find yourself rooting for the bad guy in a movie?

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Mark Has Lost It

Meet my newest nightmare.
Has your significant other ever brought something home and you immediately realized you should’ve been consulted before the purchase?

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“Nevermore!”

We were waiting to see ‘Old Faithfull’. I was about to walk by this Raven sitting on a lamppost. I expected it to fly a way. He just looked at me and made a guttural call. I responded with
“Well hello Mr. Raven, may I take your picture?”
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The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “
“'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt ...

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OMG!
It's 6:30 and Fonday(rhymes with Monday) has still not arrived. Sorry, I was too busy running diplomacy between Oman and Iran. Trump said he was going to blow me up so...

Here's Fonday.

With bonus pic in coments as penance for my tardiness

7 hours ago
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