Nice Beaver!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/glasgow_and_west/7419183.stm

It's.....a story about beavers.

It's Limey/ Be-Bop's beaver!

Another Nice Beaver.

I've eaten the stuff -- very sweet and creamy-textured, maybe a touch of horseradish.

Horseradish will likely get you slapped silly.

There's more than enough beaver in Edinburgh at the moment and during the festival there's more beaver than you can shake a stick at,that's if shaking sticks at beaver is your bag :rotflol:

Damm, I thought we were going see pictures of Dana's and Lab Rats naughty bits.

Colorado Woman Embraces Beavers

"I love that smell. Don't you just love it? Nothing smells better to me," says Sherri Tippie, inhaling deeply. "I was born for beavers."

Arcadia University in Philadelphia used to be called Beaver College. Arcadia sounds stuffy; Beaver was way better.

In Troy, Michigan there's a Big Beaver Road. The exit off of I-75 is number 69. Really.

Smiling fat beaver.

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HungLikeJesus;457338 wrote:

In Troy, Michigan there's a Big Beaver Road. The exit off of I-75 is number 69. Really.

There's more than just a road...

Church of the Big Beaver

Sounds to me like you might need to have that beaver stuffed.

There's a Beaver Liquors in Avon, Colorado, and several Beaver Cleaners.

Spudcon, are you completely certain that isn't a wombat?

I think that you may be right, it look more like a wombat than a beaver. But again, maybe it's the smile!!!

Its a wombat for sure. One of those buggers bit my knee cap like it was an apple.

I wonder how the vajayjay ever got the beaver nickname...

The explanation I've heard was it was a codeword, intended to be both easily remembered and innocuous sounding, devised for the entertainment of bored reporters and policemen whilst circulating amongst the public. On being alerted, you could discreetly check for who's showing.

Les Claypool is a mad genius. Thanks for the vid, LJ.

I am old enough that, when I was in junior high school, dress codes had yet to sufficiently relax to allow girls to wear slacks, let alone jeans. Therefore, skirts and dresses were required. In our lunchroom, my pubescent friends and I selected a table that was perfectly juxtaposed opposite the cheerleader/hot chicks lunch table. We dubbed this pairing "Beaver Valley" in honor of the frequent appearance of the noble cotton clad beastie that resulted from carelessly clasped knees or sudden swivels to standing position.

Ah, youth.

For the last time, I am an otter, not a beaver.....

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Urbane Guerrilla;457536 wrote:

Spudcon, are you completely certain that isn't a wombat?

Not sure at all, but it sure looks like a beaver I saw once.

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Urbane Guerrilla;458481 wrote:

The explanation I've heard was it was a codeword, intended to be both easily remembered and innocuous sounding, devised for the entertainment of bored reporters and policemen whilst circulating amongst the public. On being alerted, you could discreetly check for who's showing.

OT but valid driftage...

I worked at The Gaucho Grill just off Piccadilly Circus in my early 20s.
We were owned by the same company as Down Mexico Way next door. Their codeword for fire - to prevent panic amongst the customers - was Fidel Castro. However they'd found staff were unable to remember that (unlike me, who remembers it 15 years later!) So the new codeword was Mr Smoke.

Subtle.

Seems a common conceit - The League of Gentlemen made fun of it similarly referencing "Mr Flame is rampaging throught the dressing rooms" as unintelligible to non theatre folk.

One day I may call somewhere and ask to speak to Mr Smoke. Just for funsies.

At Earl's Court in London it's "Inspector Sands is in the building" ...

That beaver(wombat) just winked at me.

That was a queef.

Ooh! New word for me!
Useful... if I ever have sex again.

They are all pink inside.