What did you learn today TIL

[msslave]

I think Anlbrin has the makings of a great new member.

[ObiDongKenobi]

TIL that Valley Vixin has huge tits and her dentist likes to elbow them accidentally.

[Pornhubby]

TIL the Los Angeles Rams were originally the Cleveland Rams (1936–1945). I have only known them as the St. Louis Rams or the Los Angeles Rams.

[ObiDongKenobi]

I refer the honourable gentleman to my previous posts on the franchise system for sports teams 

[MintJulie]

Regarding the song Rebel Yell....

.......it was not even about sex, the song was about the now Racer 75 brand of whiskey, which used to be rebel yell whiskey.

A woo for that very interesting nugget of information. #146

[Writers Bloque]

The veil was lifted from my eyes. my ruby tinted lenses of the world was shattered just now after posting about my scrubadong idea.

Today I learned that ladies self care is a lot harder than mens self care. And that I really should not try "reinventing" the wheel, as some women do not view the act of cleaning out the ham pocket as pleasurable, and that if I want to help make women kinds self care better, then I need to work on making mens semen less tacky and not poke my nose where it only belongs when invited. Though it is a good idea, there is more to it than what I think, and that door needs to remain closed for my sanity's sake.

[Hilda]

This morning's mail brought a new book by author Bożena Miroslawa Dolęgowska-Wysocka (what a name!). She's a Polish Freemason.

I knew that Masons call themselves "Sons of the Widow" but it never occurred to me to question what female Masons call themselves. The answer came in today's book: Children of the Widow. I should have figured that out myself.

People think of Freemasonry as a boys-only club, and mixed Masonry as some kind of modern abberation, yet back in the early part of the 18th century, some women were making fun of Masonic pretensions, and other women were trying it for themselves. For the most part they found it mind-numbingly boring. Some things are well left to the boys.

[Pornhubby]

My grandfather was a 33° Master Mason.  The most prevalent female Masonic Order in the states is the Order of the Eastern Star.  My grandmother basically eschewed all things Masonic. She refused to allow a Masonic burial for my grandfather, which I still find ballsy, 50 years later.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Order_of_the_Eastern_Star

[msslave]

My dad was an inactive Mason. Early in my youth he would go to a meeting in the month his birthday fell. Not sure if that was a requirement or not.

My mother.joined OES later in life. She just liked belonging to something and being around the rest of the ladies. It was a status thing for her.

I can tell how proud you are of Gramps. Trohat's an honor to be proud of.

[Pornhubby]

I can tell how proud you are of Gramps. Trohat's an honor to be proud of.

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but my parents conceived me while still in high school. My grandfather was horrified, and planned to take my mother to Mexico for an abortion.

My parents eloped, and got married when they were only 17. In an effort to placate my grandfather, they named me after him.

He must’ve liked it, because we became inseparable. I was his mini me. I went everywhere with him for the last 12 years of his life. And we were fortunate to have each other. I would not be the person I am now, except for him.

[Writers Bloque]

I can tell how proud you are of Gramps. Trohat's an honor to be proud of.

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but my parents conceived me while still in high school. My grandfather was horrified, and planned to take my mother to Mexico for an abortion.

My parents eloped, and got married when they were only 17. In an effort to placate my grandfather, they named me after him.

He must’ve liked it, because we became inseparable. I was his mini me. I went everywhere with him for the last 12 years of his life. And we were fortunate to have each other. I would not be the person I am now, except for him.

I did not have the option to elope. There was always someone in my family and hers keeping an eye on me. I could not fart in private without everyone knowing. I did have the thought of vanishing, but then my grandfather had that talk with me, and I guess I was too dumb to escape, but you know what? this cage ain't so bad. A pretty wife, daughters who are making me proud, and a son who finally manned up and chose a path in life to walk. Cant say that this cage isnt cozy enough to accept it. I did have to name my first daughter after her maternal great grandmother, and my son after my paternal grandfather, to placate both sides, but I am glad I did not buck them, because without the love and support from both families, I doubt me and my wife would have made it as far as we have come.

[MintJulie]

He must’ve liked it, because we became inseparable. I was his mini me. I went everywhere with him for the last 12 years of his life. And we were fortunate to have each other. I would not be the person I am now, except for him.

I bet you two were quite the pair. 

Thank you so much for bringing a smile to my face, and for reminding of some memories of my own.  Of me and my father.  We were quite the pair ourselves.  Woo #962

[msslave]

Brings back so many memories of my Grandfather. We spent so much time together. He was a farmer and even as a little one I ride on the tractor with him. No doubt child safety people would have a fit these days.

When I was older we'd get up at dawn and head out to the soy bean field and hoe corn out of the rows of beans. Corn that escaped the cultivator. I couldn't keep up but he made me feel like I was doing so.

My best memory was from the day I was born. My parents and grandmother were in Las Vegas where I was born. Grandfather stayed home. They called him with the news and said my name was Bobby.

After the news he grabbed some white paint and a brush and went to the garage. On the inside of one of the doors in huge letters he painted "BOBY". My mom and grandmother would laugh about his error. Even as a very young lad I always took pride in how much he care and how the news of my birth excited him.

It's little wonder I loved him and carry such fond memories of him.

Love,

Your Boby

[Hilda]

After the news he grabbed some white paint and a brush and went to the garage. On the inside of one of the doors in huge letters he painted "BOBY". My mom and grandmother would laugh about his error. Even as a very young lad I always took pride in how much he care and how the news of my birth excited him.

An image from the days of dial-up BBS. "BOBY" was a Japanese guy who cruised the streets in a Jaguar, picking up women and taking them back to hotel rooms for photo sessions. The PGF board is long gone, but the photos are still drifting around the Web. The story goes that "BOBY" was arrested and thrown in jail. This must have been in the late 1990s, so he's probably out by now.

[Pornhubby]

I know that’s the first thing that popped into your head Hilda.  Maybe not the best time to share. Love you. Love our Boby Bob too.

[msslave]

Actually November 9, 1987. Went from 7 months in jail to six months in a treatment center. So November 9th this year I'll be celebrating 36 years clean.

[msslave]

TIL.   It's possible to make jewelry out of poop. Recently a woman came through the Minneapolis airport with a box of giraffe poop from Kenya. She said she planned to make jewelry out of it similar to what she's made out of Moose poop from in Northern Minnesota. It was determined that there was too much chance of bringing diseases into the country. The giraffe poop was destroyed. No giraffe poop necklaces in the near future.

In a similar note My daughter and her husband belong to a mineral club where they live. They have an annual show where other collectors gather to sell or trade their goods

One person has dinosaur poop. My daughter has bought a couple pieces to make jewelry. I've seen a picture and it seems unremarkable.  What ever floats your boat.

[ObiDongKenobi]

Aren't genuine pearls oyster poop? And women put them around their necks.

[msslave]

Ah Obi... always finding a new slant on things.

Oyster poop...

[Hilda]

Aren't genuine pearls oyster poop? And women put them around their necks.

Not so much poop as nacre that coats any irritating foreign bodies that find their way into the shell. The Mikimoto company in Japan developed a way of inserting a small "seed" around which oysters could consistently grow perfectly shaped "cultured" pearls.

Fanny Penny's "The Sanyasi" ( London: Chatto & Windus, 1904) has a fascinating account of pearl fishing in what was then Ceylon, and the processing of the oysters in huts along the beach. It was a dreadfully odorous process. The freshly gathered oysters would be left to rot until the shells could be opened and checked for the presence of pearls. The mountains of shells could then be put to numerous less profitable uses.