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Ebay. I can tell ya, now that she's won the bid. You can also go directly to http://www.ewins.com/ventureii/ecomm/itemsDetails.php?item_code=TOTO+SW833R-01&history=&limit=20&grpid=&action=countdown_sale&keySearch=&auction_id= Cost her $585 including shipping. Best local price, at plumber's discount price, was $315 higher. edit cuz I cant spel

Here ya go, $20, two chambers, just like the one under your airline seat. I think the "east coast" location is in Peachtree City, GA (my folks home town) http://www.aircraftspruce.com/catalog/pspages/lifevest.php I bought a couple of used ones in ~1987, and they are still fine. I check them out before use by orally inflating them and sitting on them to see whether they pop. I bought them for overwater flights in my small plane.

Well, not everyone buys used sex toys. 59%. My guess is that it is derated by my ancient age, but I'm too lazy to run the same answers as a 23 year old.

Back when we all wore big-assed jumpsuits, the sound of someone jumping off of El Capitan was swish-swish-swish, or swish-swish-swish-swish, depending how many steps were taken. swish-swish-swish-swish......................................rumble

Down someone's pants?

Yes, as long as you have that LED to light up in your plastic side, so I can tell I placed the contacts correctly!

That's true, but I think that Tuna is still correct about FL. MI, WI, MN, no.

I agree it's over, but can't come up with that many. I find 274 to maybe 290 tops.

Here ya go. You can flip the states at will. One click blue, two red. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6393338/

I'm calling it Bush with 276, unless Colorado goes to Kerry.

It's entertainment. Tell her to get some headphones. Or should that be "ditto-head" phones?

Nah, it's me.

Hey, it's a walrus! Don't use that pickup line about blowing a seal.

What kinda rig are you getting? I just ordered a Wings with the freefly handle. I'd prefer the grip of a hacky, but it should be a bit more secure. If I don't like it, I'll change it.

They work great. My GF is installing one in her bath remodel, but I don't think I'll be posting any video. Warm water, blow dry. edit cuz I cant spel

Talk to your local rigger. For the least down time, I ordered a line set, and had my rigger swap it over for me. Cheaper than shipping my canopy, and was ready by the next weekend.

What commercials? You must be in one of those "I can't simultaneously focus on red and blue" states.

Looks like almost all the hits were in the heart, if you were shooting her in the back.

Only the Bush supporters would try to spin this as some sort of support for Kerry. Wayne Any state seems to mean any nation, not a subunit of the USA.

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You probably mean the "freefly handle," not the pull-out. Zat so?

Why didn't Jesus get into college? He got crossed up on the boards.

One of many great ones from Shel Silverstein, who also wrote "Boy Named Sue," "Cover of the Rolling Stone" and the Unicorn song. The Smoke-off In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well. She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll. Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke And says, “Hell, I can roll ‘em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!” So a note gets sent to San Rafael, “For the Championship of the World The Kid demands a smoke off!” "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl, "I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!" Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!” So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread "Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price – just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo. See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds. And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed. Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold. Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold. Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best. And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West. Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs. And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers. And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches. And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, ‘case anybody gets the munchies. And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins. And the drums roll low and the crowd yells “GO!” and the world’s first Smoke Off begins. Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled. Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold. Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose. And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused. Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine, And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time." See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips. And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!" "Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?” “I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!" And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach. And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke. In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well. She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story’s widely told. How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll While off in New York City on a street that has no name. There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.

Which ever one's lips are moving.

I'm not sure that I believe those other poll results. Only 15% of men said that they paid for sex. I paid the ex-wife something like $400 per time, counting the cost of the divorce.