Alright, alright… we’ll build you some stairs, but NO railings!

Wow… gorgeous.

Anything by Darlene Love.

It’s the cigarettes that kill me!

Apparently it’s not just you, cigarettes are killing several people.

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My dogs do that sometimes, too

The guy on the right plays for a different team.

If that’s a regular size pipe, my vote is for large pedestal.

I’m surprised it was still judged to have “agreeable taste”. I suppose the bar was significantly lower, back when.

Now that’s what I call a spout. It feels like someone put their heart and pride in making that.

Also, interesting tidbit:

The metal wolf head on the pump’s spout is supposed to signify the last wolf shot in the City of London.

And an AI will regurgitate what humans have said on the topic before, and so we’ve come full circle.

I, too, enjoy the occasional ass photo.

Ah, that’s right, Sint Maarten and that crazy runway, that’s definitely worth a visit.

A related but not very fun fact; “Sint” means angry, in Norwegian, and double A is how you write the letter Å (if you don’t have access to a keyboard with that letter) and Å is pronounced like the O in the Scandinavian name ‘Morten’, and so Sint Maarten sounds very much like “Angry Morten” to a norwegian, and a Dane.

Yet another reason to visit.

I’m that generation, too. Well, to be frank, I was 19 when Goldeneye hit the big screen, so I suppose I was already grown up? Although, considering how much I’ve changed, I guess not…

I just finished watching that show, and it is in part what made me decide it’s about time I explore the Caribbean.

I’ve been to southern Florida, and Key West, a couple of times and I suppose I’m looking for more of that feel/vibe.

Ooooh, nice! Thanks!

Thank you oh so much, this means a lot, it really does. Grenada just made it onto the list.

Thanks, everyone, for all the advice! I have to say, it’s pretty friggin’ cool to post a question like this and have so many people chime in :)

I’ll keep you in the loop on where I end up, and what I end up doing!

Not to mention compared to a 767.

I once saw a tiger cub, at a zoo, get entangled in some branches. At first it was just a little annoyed, as it was trying to free itself. It was cute to watch and you’d be forgiven for wishing you could’ve given it a hand. When it couldn’t immediately get itself free it began sneering, released its claws and dug into those branches like a chainsaw, pieces of wood flying everywhere.

It was impressive to see how much power, and fury, that cute little thing was packing.