Posts for: gtemple1
Nov 15, 2014 16:58:41 #
That'll do it!
Thanks
Thanks
Nov 10, 2014 22:19:35 #
Black no sugar and free helps
Oct 22, 2014 22:02:16 #
Sep 7, 2014 12:18:52 #
Base of the Space Needle, Seattle
Cell phone camera shots.
Cell phone camera shots.
Forest of color
Reflection
Jun 15, 2014 12:25:42 #
[quote=tschmath]
You gotta know it's true, it's on the internet!
cheineck wrote:
EIGHT HILLARY QUOTES FROM DIFFERENT BOOKS
Ooooooh, it was in a book with actual words, so it must be true.
Ooooooh, it was in a book with actual words, so it must be true.
You gotta know it's true, it's on the internet!
Jun 15, 2014 12:13:59 #
39,000 murders annually, and the guilty that get jail time are released on work programs! Where's the uproar about drunk drivers?
Jun 8, 2014 23:13:58 #
CC wouldn't have won the race anyway, came in tied for forth. Best they could get was tied for third/show.
Apr 10, 2014 23:35:12 #
I've always put down "None"as in, none of their business.
Apr 2, 2014 21:00:38 #
How many have died because of drunk drivers?
Mar 29, 2014 11:32:31 #
Wouldnt it be nice to live in a world where the chickens motives werent questioned?
Mar 16, 2014 19:58:14 #
It is hard to find a joke today without a dirty word or two in it, but, here is one:
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
Wipe that smile off your face.
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
Wipe that smile off your face.
Mar 8, 2014 10:10:28 #
Screamin Scott wrote:
Damn mole in my backyard is driving me crazy... Short of hiring someone to trap it, anyone have any solutions ?
Had the same problem. Tried everything I could find at the Home Centers. Most of them work sometimes. The one I use now is sold online at; http://www.traplineproducts.com/. So far, they've given me about a 90% success rate on the first try. 100% within the first week.
Happy hunting.
Jan 18, 2014 13:16:50 #
A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and was on the verge of being burnt out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to change careers and become a mechanic.
He found out from the local technical college what was involved, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and learned all he could. When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks, and completed the exam with tremendous skill. When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of 150%.
Fearing an error, he called the instructor, saying "I don't want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wondered if there had been an error which needed adjusting." The instructor said, "During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark." The instructor went on to say, " I gave you an extra 50% because you did all of it through the muffler.
He found out from the local technical college what was involved, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and learned all he could. When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks, and completed the exam with tremendous skill. When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of 150%.
Fearing an error, he called the instructor, saying "I don't want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wondered if there had been an error which needed adjusting." The instructor said, "During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark." The instructor went on to say, " I gave you an extra 50% because you did all of it through the muffler.
Dec 24, 2013 13:25:08 #
bbq4270 wrote:
Moron
French Canadian by any chance? Been on the receiving end of the ass kicking a lot?
Dec 4, 2013 00:25:05 #
Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Athena the wonder dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out, when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
What did she think I had, an elephant?
So since I'm retired, with little to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again... although I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
(I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.
I told her No; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!
WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore.
(Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.)
What did she think I had, an elephant?
So since I'm retired, with little to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again... although I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
(I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.
I told her No; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!
WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore.
(Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.)