She writes about a Supposedly Real place near her in Kentucky. She says that, on Beaver Road, in a town named Sugartit, there is the Beaver Lick Church of God.
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She writes about a Supposedly Real place near her in Kentucky. She says that, on Beaver Road, in a town named Sugartit, there is the Beaver Lick Church of God.
I love this more than dirt.
She writes about a Supposedly Real place near her in Kentucky. She says that, on Beaver Road, in a town named Sugartit, there is the Beaver Lick Church of God.
I love this more than dirt.
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Here in the Detroit area we have Big Beaver Rd. with a big, big sign, next to which just about every high school has had his/her picture taken. It's almost as good as living in Climax, MI.
Kathy
Whoops, high school student! Not the whole school.
oh, this is great! and i'd have to have a cross street named Big Dick, and then i'd have to build a little house there just so i could tell people i lived at the intersection of Big Beaver and Big Dick. why, i'd never have to find any entertainment ever again: i could just sit in my little house and think of various dispatches to the world!
And in Beaver, Colorado I've visited the package store -- called Beaver Liquors!
And in Beaver, Colorado I've visited the package store -- called Beaver Liquors!
And in Beaver, Colorado I've visited the package store -- called Beaver Liquors!
oh, man--you'd have to go in and ask for a paper sack with advertising on it or a business care or SOMETHING lest you be forced to steal their signage.
i made my husband find us a new home when i found out that my son would be going to edith beaver elementary.
ok I can't resist anymore. One day at work on the telemetry monitors, which are reading the heart rates and rhythms were three patients - in a row - spontaneously, without preparation, last names reading: Long, Hard, Dick. Doctors took pictures. Sometime you need a day like that. So wonderful. We still look back fondly.
Kathy
oh, you wouldn't tease me like this, would you? did it really happen? omigod, i would have fallen in the floor right there and rolled around laughing until i peed on myself. if it's really true, i would give money to have been there. that's the best ever.
and here i get all happy when my friend roz refers to her husband, dick. she amuses me by making saying things like, "i can't get dick to do anything," or "dick loves chocolate cake," or whatever.
i'm so cheaply entertained.
Ok, now, do you know about the organization called Dicks of America? My sister got her son Rich a membership since he qualified. He was NOT amused.
Oh, but it's all true. I'll try to get the photo for you. We were joyously hysterical all day. We showed everyone we could and probably risked our jobs for highly inappropriate behavior. To make it even better, I showed who we thought was our most tightly wound, conservative doc (everyone else was chicken) and he just said 'Too bad Mr. Harey isn't here'. What a glorious day.
Kathy
I have to add my favorite. An accountaint where I worked - who looked like a typical cartoon of an accountant - was named Dick Treat!!! How COULD any parent do that?
Of course the whole State of Oregon (where I grew up) is called the Beaver State.
Darla
what WERE his parents thinking? geez. but what fun for the other kids in jr. high!
Rice... this is GREAT!! I have to share here... I used to live in Annapolis -- capital of Maryland and a BIG boating community. There is a church there named *Christ Our Anchor*. My husband and I debated for a long time, if we should go add the punctuation.... so it would read:
*Christ,Our Anchor!!*
Alas... we begged off in favor of good karma. lol!
Plus... I'm sure you have heard of Blue Balls, Pennsylvania... which is nearby to Intercourse, Bird in Hand and more. Now considering that is Amish country... want to tell me what was REALLY going there??? ACK!
becky, you made me laugh out loud. Christ, Our Anchor! indeed.
thanks for that--i needed a laugh in the worst way.
yes, there is such a place...I'll run by and take a picture of it.
I used to have a therapist named Dick Harder. No kidding.
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