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[wstein]

I don't know???? I have not heard his loud mouth around the board in awhile//

Boy, I can really feel the love.

[sandshaker]

Boy, I can really feel the love.

AWWWHHH..Don't You Know It!!!!!

[wstein]

ah ha!!! I knew it!!!

[sandshaker]

What dumb holiday is your birthday on?

http://library.thinkquest.org/2886/INDEX.HTM

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Mine is August 3 is . . . . . National Watermelon Day:shakehead

[m3830431]

Subject: Ted Nugent on Deer Hunting

TED NUGENT ON DEER HUNTING
Ted was being interviewed by a British journalist. Obviously an
anti-hunting advocate.

The journalist asked, "What do you think the last thought is in the head of a deer before you shoot it? Is it, `Are you my friend?` or is it, `Are you the one who killed my brother?'"

Nugent replied, "They aren't capable of that kind of thinking. All they care about is, 'What am I going to eat next, who am I going to screw next,and can I run fast enough to get away. They are very much like the French."

[wstein]

What dumb holiday is your birthday on?

http://library.thinkquest.org/2886/INDEX.HTM

click on or copy and paste link

Mine is August 3 is . . . . . National Watermelon Day:shakehead

whoooooohooooooo...mine is national fried chicken day!!!

[wstein]

Subject: Ted Nugent on Deer Hunting

TED NUGENT ON DEER HUNTING
Ted was being interviewed by a British journalist. Obviously an
anti-hunting advocate.

The journalist asked, "What do you think the last thought is in the head of a deer before you shoot it? Is it, `Are you my friend?` or is it, `Are you the one who killed my brother?'"

Nugent replied, "They aren't capable of that kind of thinking. All they care about is, 'What am I going to eat next, who am I going to screw next,and can I run fast enough to get away. They are very much like the French."

the french or hippies....almost one in the same.

[sandshaker]

Say It Drunk
Things that are difficult to say when you're drunk...

a) Innovative
b) Preliminary
c) Proliferation
d) Cinnamon

Things that are VERY difficult to say when you're drunk...

a) Specificity
b) British Constitution
c) Passive-aggressive disorder
d) Transubstantiate

Things that are ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to say when you're drunk...

a) Thanks, but I don't want to sleep with you.
b) Nope, no more booze for me..............................MY Favorite!!!
c) Sorry, but you're not really my type.
d) No kebab for me, thank you.
e) Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
f) I'm not interested in fighting you.
g) Oh, I just couldn't - no one wants to hear me sing.
h) Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance,.
I have no co-ordination. I'd hate to look like a fooli) Where is the nearest toilet? I refuse to vomit in the street.
j) I must be going home now as I have work in the morning.

[santafejoe]

LMAO Sandshaker

[m3830431]

Redneck Love Poem


Collards is green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have some'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yor'e too special,
you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!

Luv, from yor romeo