Think of the leggy woman in a tiny bikini and investment-grade boobs who usually adorns a bike, then replace her with a paunchy, hairy guy. I love the cheeky role reversal.
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Unlike the Egyptian pyramids or Stonehenge, which rise vertically, the Hopewells would have needed a means of flight to survey and appreciate their work.
What ensued was a moving story of what it’s like to foster a baby squirrel whose mother was killed by the family dog.
Even if you're a high-tailer, when traveling through the state in the summer, you'll pass through acres of sunflowers. They act as a makeshift compass, since the green side of the flower faces west and yellow side faces east.
The immigration agent asked, “What is the purpose of your trip sir?”
Wallenda presented his passport and replied, "To inspire people around the world to follow their dreams and never give up."
She remembered skinny, sexy Elvis and I remembered paunchy Elvis in the jumpsuit and cape who starred in campy movies. Hearing him sing those spiritual songs was a chance to reconsider someone I thought I’d known.
Before the end of the first week on my first cross-country camping trip, my bike tipped over twice. It took me 6000 miles and two windshields to learn how to pack.
Just as we were loading out, the llama went into his guard mode, stamping and making a sound that I can't describe (but which you can hear on the podcast -- just hit the button). Coyote alert!
I couldn’t get enough of the retired zookeeper's stories about spitting snakes and reluctant-to-mate primates; one of my childhood fantasies was zookeeping!
Imagine being in a forest of sewing needles soaring thousands of feet above your head. You'd feel like a “Who” in Dr. Seuss’s classic book "Horton Hears A Who," wouldn't you?