Well that game didn't disappoint
It's not facebook
My mom taught me if I can't tweet something nice, I shouldn't tweet at all
It's still fun to hijack threads
It's a good place to feel better about yourself when reading the crap other people are dealing with
The ownage pics by John and Shaun
It's better than the political crap in GCC
The roller coaster adventures of Ian's romantic interludes
No one knows I lurk here to see if you guys are talking about me
Well that game didn't disappoint
" A mans rights rest in three boxes; the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box" Fredrick Douglass
"The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them" George Orwell
Happy sundee but its sad to see sadurdeez all gone.
45 heading to 66 and sun shiney. Mid to upper 70s and nothing but sunshine for the foreseeable future starting tomorrow naturally after the weekend is over.
Clean house then church then something entertaining hopefully.
From the only state in the USA where O'dumbass failed to carry a single county. :hail:
GrabAGun has Magpul M3 30 round mags on sale for $11.99. I dont need more but i guess im buying more.
But you had to have the BIG salad.
Mundee is close.
Monday.
Again.
Courage is knowing it might hurt, and doing it anyway.
Stupidity is the same.
And that’s why life is hard.
It is here.
Currently a nipply 37 heading to sunshine and 73.
Looks like a nice week in store with 80s later.
It needs running boards and they should have tapered the bed a little at the front so it doesn’t look a mile wider than the cab. But other than that that is slick.Originally Posted by Rex Ashton
It's Monday, but I did something that makes it a wonderful day. I finally made decent crispy hash browns. I have enhanced my culinary repertoire.
Lunatic #15
"A government big enough to give you a righteous buzz is also big enough to harsh your mellow." -Zapp
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati
I totally agree with the tapered thing on the front ... would be a much better look...
However, I'm good with no running boards for that particular truck.
Today was a bust shipment 3 days behind so trip out to the Atlantic to drop junk we can’t sell. 180 mile round trip
Wandering in the wilderness.
I dont think you are supposed to throw crap in the ocean.
Junk not crap
well, I did not get arrested for the simple act of dropping my children off at school this morning
You must not have been fully awake.
Lulz.
#2
*sigh*
Nope. Its definately toozdee.
46 heading to sunshine and 77.
Welcome to another fun filled day of racing rats.
The rats won today.
Didja throw more stuff in the ocean?
He’d hunted big game for years all over the United States. Hunting was a way of life to him. But, in all those years, he’d never shot a buffalo. He’d put his name in for the lottery that gave out yearly licenses to shoot buffalo, but year after year the winning number had eluded him. As he failed, again and again, his need to add a buffalo, an American bison, to his life bag grew to obsessive proportions. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He determined that he would buy a couple of young buffalo, raise them, and then shoot them. It seemed like a plan.
When the buffalo purchase was completed the question arose about where these buffalo were to be raised. He wasn’t a rich man and the cost to two baby buffalo maxed out his credit cards. The only viable option was to raise them on his front lawn in Moab, Utah. Accordingly, the buffalo were delivered and put out to pasture, or “out to lawn” as the case may be.
Besides grass the lawn also contained, courtesy of his kids, a couple of soccer balls. Shortly after the buffalo became his lawn ornaments, he was out walking among them when one of them discovered a soccer ball and butted it over to him with its nose. Without thinking he kicked it back towards the other buffalo, who passed it to the first buffalo who butted it back to him. An hour or so of passing and kicking the soccer ball between man and buffalo ensued.
When he went out on his lawn the next morning, they were waiting for him. One seemed to be playing midlawn while the other hung back by the water trough which had become some sort of goal. The forward buffalo butted the ball towards him. Without thinking he returned the kick over the head of the forward. No good. With a speed belying its bulk, the defensive buffalo moved quickly and butted it through his legs to the porch. When it bounced off the barbecue, they seemed to do a brief victory prance. The game was afoot.
Day after day, week after week, the strange lawn ritual with the soccer ball went on and on. In truth, he had long since pulled far ahead of the buffalo in goals, but what do buffalo know about keeping score?
In time, however, the hunting season came around. He looked out of his house on the first morning and saw the buffalo waiting for him, the soccer ball in front of the forward, the defensive buffalo pacing slowly back and forth by the water trough. It came to him then that he could never shoot them. It would spoil the season — and the soccer season, in the deserts of Utah, is never really over.
On a hot afternoon soon after, he looked out his window and discovered, much to his delight and his neighbors’ shock, that the two buffalo on his lawn were indeed male and female.
Now it is two years later and he has four buffalo on his lawn. He doesn’t hunt anything anymore. Says he’s lost the taste for it. His old hunting buddies come by every so often and razz him about the buffalo.
“You started with two and couldn’t shoot them,” one said. “Now you got four, and next year you’re gonna have five. What are you going to do then?”
He went to his garage and came back with a basketball.
Nope stayed at my place today but company VP decided to visit so of course the manager freaked out.
Humping day is here again.
55 heading to 75 and sunshine.
#3
45 ===> 70
a couple of days at 70 should be nice
was a bit surprised to see a thread locked
Someone must have wimpered.
Did someone post something off color?
Was it moderated before it was locked?
Dunno ....
I've learned 2 rules about going to parties to which I've been invited ....
Rule #2: Never be the last one to leave the party.
Rule #1: If you don't really like the other guests going to the party; or they don't really care much for you, your views, nothing in common etc., then don't go to that party. Then, Rule #2 never comes into play.
Did a silly thing tonight .... bought a big, nasty, 4-stroke, titled, street legal dirt bike.
There's not really dirt or trails or anything like that where I live, but yet I have this nagging dirt bike obsession over recent months.... It's an obvious outlaw attempt to ride something where it's not supposed to be ridden.... Not sure there is a legal pill I can take to make that go away... It will be a competing parasitical obsession toward another shiny object that finally kills it.
I predict entertaining upcoming moments of buyer's remorse.
I am anti-dirtbike. Well actually, dirt bikes are anti-me. Every time i have ridden one, it has tried to kill me.
Nope.
What you really need in your life Rex is a not an XYZ thing
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No shit man! ... That would be more fun than pushing 2 midgets in a wheelbarrow .... If I showed that pic to my youngest son, he would not be able to concentrate on anything elseWhat you really need in your life Rex is a not an XYZ thing
...
My budget is officially $0 since it's coming from the sock-drawer-cash-stash .... The wife can't not-notice some things, but there's an unspoken "don't ask, don't tell" policy if she can't accurately guess the amount spent, or see it missing from the bank account.
The bike I just bought is a 20-yr old KTM thing that I rode before bought, but knowing it still needs some love ...
Oh, it's more fun than being pushed by two midgets in a wheelbarrow
Let the wife drive it once in a while and she will be onboard. The price I pay for mine is sitting quietly in the passenger seat watching my life flash before my eyes.
#4
Another 72 degree day.
Fridee eve mernin thing actually.
46 heading to 80 and sunshine.
I predict a test of how good your health insurance is.
Trash day. I finally get the turkey bones out of the garage from the two turkeys smoked during the weekend after thanksgiving. I'm very happy that no animals broke into the garage over the last few days.
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