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that was why I found it so funny, I just talked to him last week on my way through atlanta (traffic was moving, I call Bolas when I'm stuck) Did you get a tat while you were in oklahoma? I heard it was legal now. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

If you're in to it http://www.biltmore.com/ I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Zipping around Amazon.com and this came up. Do hippies really like this stuff? http://www.amazon.com/gp/richpub/listmania/fullview/RWY93HR6J8RIR/102-4646069-9990543?%5Fencoding=UTF8 I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I ran into my ex a while back and she noted that I had put on weight since we were divorced, I told her "That's what happens when you're happy" I should have followed it up with, "so, you're still single aren't you, you insuffeable bitch"....

Bummer, I read the subject line and thought that you were Bi-curious......I was gonna volunteer to shoot the video. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

That's OK, she'll visit his grave as the night winds wail I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

70 points with a 20 point bonus, just enough to redeem for a beer the next time I'm in your part of the world.....Possibly the last week in June

http://www.wyff4.com/automotive/9178894/detail.html Extra points if you get the reference

5th level and Disorder Rating Paranoid: Very High Schizoid: Moderate Schizotypal: High Antisocial: High Borderline: Low Histrionic: High Narcissistic: High Avoidant: High Dependent: Moderate Obsessive-Compulsive: High I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

The whole dad thing makes it a tough shot, but I spent my first shift here mopping the floors. I did whatever asked that I was able to and have gone from getting home covered in oil and coolant to khaki's, golf shirt and company car. If I had "just done my job" I would either still be dead ending or unemployed. I suggest that you shine so brightly that you force yourself into consideration for promotions. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Small town and the police chief's wife worked for me

Lab-Boo; because when I brought her home she hid behind a plant an would peek around to see if we were still watching her Bloodhound-Macy; to me bloodhound=police dog=Pepper Anderson (Police Woman-TV show) Liz didn't like Pepper so she made the Pepper spray/Mace connection Collie Mix-Smidgen. Smidgen = A little bit, and that's what I got for letting my wife keep her I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Brown/Brown My most fondly remembered girlfiends and both wives share that common trait. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Hey everybody-meet my new hero I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

no jumps, one clutch master cylinder replaced, 5 loads of brush removed from my property, 1 nasty bruise from hitting myself in the gut witha bush ax (handle) I did meet some cool folks at the Farm Friday afternoon (well after work hours, wasn't it popsjumper?) I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I'm probably over now, but I didn't downsize canopies as much as I upsized me, so it was a slow (but not slow enough

You'd never make it-there must be 1000 Walmarts along the route I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Cowboys are secretly frequently fond of each other Willie Nelson sings it, it must be true I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

Look around and see if there's an aircraft maint. shop on the field. If so, give me a yell and I'll make a "customer visit" before I head back home I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I belive so. it was freakin hilarious! Probaby "My bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer" or something like that-It's Hank Williams. Why didn't they ask that at Trivia instead of all that stuff I don't know. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I am so proud of you for the courage to start this thread. You must be a truely wonderful person and a beacon of cheer to all that know you. I hope that I can one day meet the standards that you have set. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I can hear that "PNS Skyhawk 775 echo, can I get a weather advisory?" "775 echo, be advised that it's windier that a bag of assholes favoring 27" Yep, it could happen

At least I got that "Windy as a bag of assholes" line from you that I can use now. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

He gets me all jazzed about jumping at Emerald Coast last weekend and even arranges for me to borrow a rig since I'm out of date and then he makes it too windy to jump. He's such a freakin tease Seriously, dude-thanks for the effort, I'll be back around soon. I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried

I don't know why I found this so funny It's the summer of 1960 and Harold goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue. Harold's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a flat-top hairdo. When he goes to the front door, Peggy Sue's mother answers and invites him in. "Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" she says. Peggy Sue's mother then asks Harold what they're planning to do. Harold replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or maybe to a drive-in movie. Peggy Sue's mother responds, "Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it." Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Harold and he says. "Wha...aaat?" "Yeah," says Peggy Sue's mother, "We know Peggy Sue really likes to screw; why, she'd screw all night if we let her!" Harold's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening. A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and her saddle shoes, and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Harold escorts his date out the front door while Mom is saying, "Have a good evening kids," with a small wink to Harold. About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her mother: "Dammit, Mom!! The Twist! The TWIST! It's called The Twist!" I am not the man. But the man knows my name...and he's worried