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"help. I've fallen in the desert and I can't get up..." |
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Couldn't we breed huge versions? Then old wounded prospectors could ride to safety in loose tumbleweeds. |
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how would you steer them? |
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what next? tumbleweed emails? |
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OK, riding _to_ anywhere would be tricky. But if they're doomed where they are, they might as well board a tumbleweed and die somewhere interesting. Well, in another bit of flat, featureless desert, anyway. With luck, they'll encounter water bottle tumbleweeds and tumbleweeds carrying letters. Goodness, the desert suddenly seems a busy place. |
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I tried to send a message via tumblepost, but it only ended up rolling across the speech of some idiot. |
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After washing in the desert use a tumble weed dryer. |
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Hey, Buddy! Catch that underwear for me, willya? |
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I've driven for the USPS... the tumbleweeds would be gentler with your packages. Ever see a "DELL" box go flying out of a 48 ft trailer? Brought a tear to my eye, it did. |
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Tumbleweed vending machines? |
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[spacer], my outfit builds ruggedized computer equipment for the military, and our shipping guy also works a second job for UPS. |
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We consider shipping something from left coast USA to right coast and back again a more realistic test than all the "shock and vibe" mil standard tests we need to meet. |
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At least when the helicopter guy is putting down, we know he's TRYING to be gentle. No such assurances about the truck driver. |
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I wonder if drug smugglers have ever thought of Tumble Weed. |
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tumbleweed has so many uses. soon it will be a currency, exchanged by pirates for yardglasses of custard. |
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Mmmm, yardglasses, so tall and full of pudding... |
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ride to safety in a tumbleweed? Um... I recently travelled out west to Arizona and encountered my first tumbleweed. I was so happy - I'd really wanted to see one in real life. So I leapt from the van, bounded over to the tumbleweed rolling across the rest area, scooped it up into my arms, screamed, dropped it, and spent the rest of the trip picking stickers out of my flesh. Ow. So we'd have to domesticate them and breed friendly tumbleweeds. They could be like St. Barnards with little kegs of whiskey strapped around their ... necks...? |
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