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Happy Birthday It's not the end of the world....yet Wait until you get to be this old Dirt

ready to get

named Richard Gere

A steaming pile...

my dirty nasty...

A husky biker stopped by the local Harley shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. He also stopped by the feed store and livestock dealer and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem: how to carry all of his purchases home. While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?" The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. I would walk you home but I can't carry this stuff." The old lady suggested, "Why don't you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?" "Why thank you very much," he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home. On the way he said "Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time." The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall and have your way with me?" The biker said, "Holy smokes lady! I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?" The lady replied, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens

Dave, Glad everything turned out... reasonably OK. I do have to admit, that I was laughing while reading your story. I've had similar experiences with rod style linkage Hope your neighbor has a good sense of humor I bet that Lokar cable is already on the way ;)

All sensitive and shit! A sensitive used car salesman? me... sensitive... yeah, I'ma go with NO... ~Brian <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Sensitive... Like Rudy Russo That kind of sensitive?

Glad to hear you're Ok WOW! Sorry to see your truck like that Let us know the final outcome

Everytime Been wearing seatbelts for over 30 years...long before it became law Determined that if I was going to drive in an aggressive manner, it was easier to drive from the driver's side of the car than the passenger's side. Bench seats (can you even get a vehicle with a bench seat anymore?)

A koala is sitting up a gum tree ... smoking a joint when a little lizard walks past and looks up and says, "Hey Koala ! What are you doing?" The koala says: "Smoking a joint, come up and have some." So the little lizard climbs up and sits next to the koala and they have a few joints. After a while the little lizard says his mouth is 'dry' and is going to get a drink from the river. But the little lizard is so stoned that he leans too far over and falls into the river. A crocodile sees this and swims over to the little lizard and helps him to the side, then asks the little lizard: "What's the matter with you?" The little lizard explains to the crocodile that he was sitting smoking a >joint with the koala in the tree, got too stoned and then fell into the river while taking a drink. The crocodile says he has to check this out and walks into the rain forest, finds the tree where the koala is sitting finishing a joint, and he looks up and says "Hey you!" So the koala looks down at him and says: "Shiiiiiiiiiiit dude ... how much water did you drink?!!"

Some self-evident truths about pets... Buy a dog a toy and it will play with it forever. Buy a cat a present and it will play with the wrapper for 10 minutes. Although cats are rather delicate creatures, and they are subject to a good many ailments, I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia. Dogs and cats instinctively know the exact moment their owners will wake up. Then they wake them 10 minutes sooner. Dog's have owners. Cat's have staff. Dogs shed, cats shred. I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult? No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does. Outside of a dog, a book is probably man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. I hope to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am. Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful. People that hate cats will come back as dogs in their next life. We wonder why the dogs always drink out of our toilets, but look at it from their point of view: Why do humans keep peeing into their water bowls? Women and cats will do as they please... men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem. In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. Enjoy

Thought this was pretty good & funny While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you." "No problem, just let me in," says the man "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity." "Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green go lf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit heaven." So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of con t ented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity." The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I d on 't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?" The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted

Nice pics, Kevin Stewart , looking good as always Love that truck I still remember being behind you at last years Zippy event when you lit them up . Best seat in the house

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GM is putting onstar on damn near everything they make now...and they aren't telling you everything it can do

We went from Myrtle Beach to Charleston a little over two years ago... and I agree, the worst part is sitting in traffic with all of that time to think about what *could* happen to you... <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Know the feeling quite well. All I could think about was this joke: (while waiting at the bottom in traffic) What's the best advice when bungee jumping or getting a BJ from Rosanne Barr? DON"T LOOK DOWN!

An Actual 1955 Good Housekeeping article. My...My...How times have changed The ladies will love this

Well done Mr. P. I'm afraid of heights as well. My defining moment was last year riding my scooter on a road trip from Myrtle Beach to Charleston, SC. You want to see Charleston, you have to cross these bridges...twice. 150 feet in the air with a steel grate floor I didn't find that out until I was ON the bridge The worst part is that traffic stopped at the bottom of the bridge and I had to contemplate how I was going to get through this . The return trip was at the start of rush hour so we were in stop and go traffic on the bridge Very steep incline up, about 2 miles long before you reach terra firma again Pic doesn't show the approach ramps very well Talk about sweaty palms

good one

A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human beings are the only animals that stutter", she says. A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered", she volunteered. The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident. "Well", she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the rottweiler who lives next door got a running start and before we knew it,he jumped over the fence into our yard!" "That must've been scary", said the teacher. "It sure was", said the little girl. "My kitty went 'Fffff, Fffff, Fffff'... and before he could say "F**k," the rottweiler ate him!"

I won't make it tonight, but i'll be there tomorrow Bob, get some pics