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hmmm, sounds like a good reason to start manufacturing a small EMP device to short out the phones Billvon, here's your'e chance to make (more) millions!! The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

"Worms gotta' eat same as buzzards". One of my favorite charachter actors of all times.

Live one day at a time for two years then suddenly everything will be OK. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Most any sitcom you can name since the first inkling of the concept of television. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Damn, Cali. cops are harsh enforcers. Seriously, I got unfairly stopped here in Kentucky on Thanksgiving for only going 16 MPH over the limit. What nitpickers. Anyway if no tickets in the previous 12 monts, you can go to traffic school. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Great show to watch after a fatty!! The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

I watched this on TV this morning. Thank God they finally got it unstuck. Haven't been to NYC since New Years after 9/11 but at that time there was a submarine and some other boat on display where the Concord is now. Where did they end up? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Well, what happened? Did ya' or didn't ya'? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

I guess this qualifies, Elvis Presley and Gene Vincent on the same show in 1956. I was 11 years old. DAMN!! The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

I've been on a 182 load that consisted of seven jumpers and pilot. I have a picture of it but won't post it because the pilot is still working in a position of responsibility for a major airline. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Yep. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

The Departed was pretty good, a little hard to follow in places. Stranger Than Fiction was just sappy and Will Ferrell is turning into Tom Hanks. Haven't seen For Your Consideration. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

What's her name??? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Dave, if you've never heard of a bluegrass band named "Mountain Heart" you need to give them a listen!!!! Saw them about three weeks ago at the community college in Paducah and "it ain't your daddys bluegrass". They have a CD titled "Wide Open" that's amazing. www.mountainheart.com/ The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

We played at a local music festival a few weeks ago and were supposed to go on next to last but the band that was supposed to go last had to leave early so we swapped with them. They turned out to be a gospel bluegrass band that had been together since the early 70s and were the tightest, most polished band I've never heard of. Talk about a tough act to follow, before we took the stage, I wanted to set fire to my guitar and leave. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

One player made the comment that "its real hard playing in front of Holiness people because everyone you're playing for is lt least as good or better than you are". The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Not much to discuss here folks but just thought I'd describe our fun filled quest for live music in a very small country town. I have been playing with a band lately here in lets just call it "Hooterville", KY. Larry, one of the band members, who has turned me on to several unusual local venues for live music with very good results, suggested we meet him on a Sunday afternoon at a Holiness Church for a Sunday afternoon music event (hey, you get your music where you find it here). Well, not being what you'd call a regular churchgoer, I reluctantly agreed, what the heck, I've never been to a "Holy Roller" church and thought it might be interesting. The day of the event, we followed Larry's rather general directions to the church and of course, there was nothing that even resembled a church in that area. However, we had passed an Assembly of God church about five miles back who's parking lot was overflowing and we decided that must be the place, turned around and went there. I entered the church lobby and low and behold, there was a gospel choir just tearing it up on stage. It sounded exactly like what I was expecting so I waived at Suzanne to come on in, this is it!!! Well......upon entering the church proper, we were greeted by a lady who brought two chairs for us to sit in behind the back pew of the already overflowing auditorium. I smiled, thanked her and gave her my heartiest congratulations on the "great turnout". I sat down and was really enjoying the performance when Suzanne joined me. She whispered in my ear that she had been asked to sign the registry and that we were actually at a memorial service for some dear departed. After the choir finished, we slunk out to the parking lot fully expecting to be struck dead on the spot. The first thing that popped into my head was the Southwest Airlines commercial "wanna get away?". Undaunted, we continued our search for the correct church but were still having no luck. Just as we gave up and being simi lost, we stumbled upon the proper venue. There were quite a few people standing outside the church and by that time we thought we'd missed the music but the pastor assured us that we were there in plenty of time. Seemed he'd really gotten the spirit and the morning service ran quite long. We found Larry and his wife and sat by them, not really knowing what to expect next. Folks, what I witnessed that afternoon was a combination of musical amazement and fear that this event would eventually develop into snake handling, arsinec drinking and possibly dolling out grape cool aid. Most of the time, during the musical numbers,there were people dancing up and down the aisles waiving their hands above their heads and speaking in tounges. Between songs, different folks would take the pulpit and deliver rather loud and impassioned testimonies that were every bit as "interesting" as the music was good. I can't express how excellent the musical performances were and there was no way that you could stay seated it was so upbeat. They had drums, fiddles, banjos, organs, pianos, guitars, bass guitar, mandolin and I'm pretty sure there was a hammer dulcimer and an autoharp in the mix at one time or another. It was just incredible. If you ever find yourself with the opportunity to experience an event of this kind, do treat yourself. We stayed there for two hours but had to leave for another musical program that evening at the Methodist Church here in "Hooterville" where Suzanne and Larry sing in the choir. There were Methodists from all over the county there and about ten performances were scheduled. Well, after our earlier Asseymbly of God and Holiness musical experience, the Methodist musical evening had the prospect of being rather pale in comparison and sure enough, it lived up to that expectation rather grandly. After Suzanne and Larry's choir set, we hurriedly snuck out of there and laughed ourselves silly on the way home recounting the day's unfolding. Don't mean to offend anyone's religious preferences here, everyone we encountered couldn't have been nicer to us. Just wanted to share "a day that will live in musical infamy". The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Might as well wear uniforms. 90 or so guys in civilian clothes with the same high and tight haircuts sitting together with the same issue backpack in a boarding area isn't obvious is it? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

I saw a bumper sticker last week stating that exact thing. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Habla Espanol??? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

We have a house close to the farm in Ky that we rent out and the current tennants are great. On the other hand, the previous tennants that we threw out were not so reputable in that they were always late on the rent, HORRIBLE housekeepers and the residue from their meth lab took a while to clean up. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

People who pass you on the freeway only to swerve in front to get off at the next exit. People who play loud, bass driven music while I'm next to them stuck at a overly long redlight. Oh yeah CornishChris, roundabouts are a piece of cake when folks drive on the right (proper) side of the road. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

What are the most eclectic living spaces you've run across for skydivers? Not just a trailer or a tent on an airport but a permanent building sort of thing. I've known one jumper who lived in a sewage pumping station in Ft. Worth (not as bad as it sounds, really a pretty nice setup) another who lived in the abandoned control tower at the Cameron County Airport in South Padre Island, Texas and one who lived in the vacant Braniff Airlines wing of the terminal at Dallas Love Field. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Here's some old ones even a lot of skydivers won't recognize Barber Pole Roman Candle Mae West Derry Slot Double L Frenchies Baton Pass Shake n' Bake The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Oh yeah....almost forgot! To quote a line from Good Morning Vietnam, "he is in more dire need of a blowjob than any white man in history." True dat. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.