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He's afraid it has long johns and shorts worn at the same time by the same person. hahahhahaha

Analysis of dreams by Gary B A fantasy administration to succeed George W. Bush: President: Gov. Howard Dean Vice-President: Sen. Bob Graham Sec. of State: Bill Clinton Sec. of Defense: Gen. Wesley Clark Sec. of the Treasury: Paul Krugman "We deserve and need an administration with brains, judgement, and courage." Says Gary B. taken from Northwest Voices in the Times. WHAT A JOKE!!!!! Why don't we have a puking graemlin??? ***********************************************************Here is the GOOD article. Canadian Football League: Labatt's has offered a "Dollar a dozen" initiative, in which it will give the local CFL team a loonie for every 12 or 18 pack of its special-edition "Bombers Beer" sold over the next six weeks.

I heard of a similar case recently, maybe the same one. This person needed a sex-change because they felt they were a male homosexual "trapped" in a woman's body. WTF? If you're in a woman's body, and you're sexually attracted to men, doesn't that just mean you're a heterosexual woman? Why should surgery be needed to "correct" that? murray, its the sign of the times. Everything is fucked up: the weather patterns, the water, the air, the price of oil, the stock market...so I guess some women have to go with the trend and be fucked up.

scrambler, great game! hahahaha

Geezs H Christ, could you imagine the stench!!!

Just got a call...its 4AM. Fella I know is dead...too many tobacco products! His heart just gave out. Fucking sucks... Enjoy life CC.comrs...live life the way you want and don't look back with regrets. Got to go. Sisu

The following is a preview of your modifications. If everything looks ok then you can click 'Continue' and your post will be entered. If not then use the bottom form below to edit some more. Subject: for off white A new government report shows the nation's courts are so under-funded they can't even give jurors the usual small daily fees in return for missing work. The good news is some private citizens are willing to donate millions of dollars to help pay the jurors. The bad news is they're Kobe Bryant, Ken Lay, and Martha Stewart. The office Mac fan posted: "Being a Mac user is like being a Navy SEAL: a small, elite group of people with access to the most sophisticated technology in the world, who everyone calls on to get the really tough jobs done quickly and efficiently." The office PC disciple responded "Being a Mac user *is* like being a SEAL: a shrinking, endangered group of animals that bark very loudly but are harmless, who are economically valued only when they are dead." ~~~~~~ Ned is down on his luck in Las Vegas. He has gambled away all his money and has to borrow a dime from another gambler just to use the men's room. The stall happens to be open and he uses the dime in a slot machine and hits the jackpot. He takes his winnings and goes to the blackjack table and turns his small winnings into a million dollars. Wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, Ned goes on the lecture circuit, where he tells his incredible story. He tells his audiences that he is eternally grateful to his benefactor, and if he ever finds the man he will share his fortune with him. After months of speaking, a man in the audience jumps up and says, "I'm that man. I was the one who gave you the dime." "You aren't the one I'm looking for. I mean the guy who left the door open!" ~~~~~~ The NBA season schedule is out. How do opponents plan to guard Kobe Bryant this year? One man posted in front of the cell, every 8 hours? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Biker joke A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks at the biggest, meanest one in the face and says, "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is a fine looking woman!" The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker, and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says, "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!" The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad, but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!" At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders and says, "Grandpa, you're drunk, Go home!"

Strom Thurmond was dying. He sent a message to Bill and Hillary Clinton to come to his room at the hospital in Edgefield. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room, Strom held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. Strom grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything. Both Bill and Hillary were touched and flattered that the old man would ask them to be with him during his final moment. They were also puzzled because Strom had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them. They also wondered why there were no cameras to capture such a wonderful photo opportunity. Finally, Bill bit his lower lip, arched his eyebrows, and said, "Strom old buddy, why did you ask the two of us to come?" With a twinkle in his eye, Strom mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go too..."

Ya know, a few of the more devious and criminally inclined may want to have a dark and stormy night fishery in the Tumwater...food for thought!!!! ummmmmm tick, tick,tick.

If I am not mistaken I believe the Tumwater is off limits. THE MAN will come and take you away for targeting salmon and/or metalheads. But then again the rule book might have changed. Lets test it. Give Erik a pole and some hooks with barbs.

Yep, kicked the slats out of my cradle when I heard that one.

Ya, that baby seal hair made the best skins in the "old" days. I still have three pairs. Fucking much better for climbing especially with the modern AT binding.

Like Americans at the White House during the battle of 1812.

And he probably has rosey tentacles!

Who the fuck cares!! Lets go fishing. Much easier. You can bring along your thermos, some chew, a whole bunch of flies to try out, lay in the tall grass and sleep after you drank too much beer or blackberry brandy, lie about all the fish you caught and released, move from one area to another keeping up with the pace from the previous fishing hole.

One hint of violence and I'm sure you'll run like the scared little bitch you are. Greag, Johnny Horton sang it best in his song, The Battle Of New Orleans. In 1814 we took a little trip along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans and we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. *Chorus* We fired our guns and the British kept on comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We looked down the river and we've seen the british come and there must have been a hunnerd of 'em beatin on the drum. They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring but we stood behind our cotton bales 'n' didn't say a thing. Chorus Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise if we didn't fire our muskets 'till we looked 'em in the eyes. We held our fire 'till we seed their faces well then we opened up the squirrel guns and really gave em.... well we Chorus Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. they ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We fired our cannon 'till the barrel melted down so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round. We filled his head with cannonballs, powered his behind and when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind. Chorus Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em A down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk Catturd, I have been on permanent recess since summer of 2000. I gots the Alaskan Dream: A 4x4, a fishin boat, a good old yellow dog, a gun and a wife that works. Plus i fart in thy general direction...hey I got to go the fish are calling me!!! Bye hahahahahahahahaha

As soon as I post this its off to salmon fish...just me and the dog for the next 4 days so its Fish, hunt, fish and then hunt again. And if things work out hunt, hunt, hunt for Monday thru Wednesday. YAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa Fucking HOOOOOOooooooo its great to be on full tme recess in the fall. Fish and hunt, shit its like fish or cut bait which do I do first.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? and know of wite i dont hve the sorce, so su me!

Bull shit, we get recycled. We never leave. The fucking Hindu have this much right.

What the fuck Dutch, you dissing me??!!!

The only time I was ever asked to leave a pub, was a place called the Boarshead or Boarsbreath. A bunch of American dirt bag climbers were well on their way to being totaled when a bunch of Ausies came in. So what the fuck do we do? Match their pounding down of beer like there is no tomorrow. Somewhere in the back of my cloudy mind there was a thought to jump and hang off of the lighting in the establishment and swing. Needless to say I was 86ed along with my friends. But to the credit of the Ausies they came out with us and we found a new pub to drink in and I had to promise not to do any stunts like that last one. Christ I hated hangovers.

Went fishing in the way lower Stilly (even closer to Trask's stomping grounds). Fished for a long time. Had 4 nice hooks up and landed a nice silver which I cooked last night for my wife, myself and my ever faithful red nosed Staffshire terrier. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome day it was.

Mike from anchortown. Reed's friend. Reed was the one laughing his ass off.

Thank you, Sisu. And indeed it seems you are deranged. No, thank you E-rock, I would never be able to hold my head high if I knew I was anything but deranged. I've made my name and rep on the wild side of life and its fun. Even though its caused me to be denounced from my mother's side of the family, told by my father that I am no longer his son. But I will over come all the lowly bastards that stand in my path to FUN and ENTERTAINMENT! ha