hobbes4star

front mounted belly rig. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

how about your panties than?? if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

welcome to the skie. and congrats. also for your first you do owe beer. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

i wouldn't be so sure. ever heard of players cigs. about the best out their.

dramamine (sp) works about the best. have seen numerous tandem students take it and do great. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

i belive that bush has already made up his mind to invade iraq. probably this winter or next spring. i am just wondering when we help saddam out of his office who is going to take his place?? and is his replacement going to be any better? or our we going to be forever keeping the middle east's leaders in check?? if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

first off if you only have 7 dives i would get back to the school at eloy and do a recurrance tandem than start you training where you left off. but this is just my 0.02 oh and welcome back. glad to see you returning to the sport. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

thinking of doing it to one of my dogs when it dies

what is it with people turning the dead into things?? http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&cid=573&ncid=757&e=4&u=/nm/20020822/od_nm/diamonds_dc_1 if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

It was mealtime during our trip on a small airline in the Northwest. "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked the man seated in front of me. "What are my choices?" he asked. "Yes or no," she replied. "In my case," said the student to the sex researcher, "when I get it part way in, my vision blurs. And when it's all the way in, I can't see a thing." "Now, that's a most interesting optical reaction that may well have anatomical as well as physiological basis," the researcher replied. "If you don't mind young man, I should like to have a look at it." So the student shrugged and stuck out his tongue. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

congrats!!! thats great now the fun part begins.

no if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

radio shack carries them

ooohhh ok. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

ok i am glad to hear that. um who is westerfield?? if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

i have only one thing to say... BEER.. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

the spectra is "slightly elliptical" or tapered as far as being the same as an omni i have heard that they are very close but the spectra is more ground hungry than the omni and the omni has a better range but not by much. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

lucky the guy was wearing a shield. damn though what a cool story to have. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

I manage a auto collision repair shop... if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

Did you know that Elvis was an especially colorful character? He was a redneck who stole the blues from the blacks and sold it to the whites. Morris had proposed to young Sherry, and was being interviewed by Sam, his prospective father-in-law. "Do you think you are earning enough to support a family?" the older man asked Morris the suitor. "Yes, sir," replied Morris, "I'm sure that I am." "Think long and carefully now," said Sherry's father. "There are twelve of us...including uncle Izzy" A young man agreed to baby-sit one night so a single mother could have an evening out. At bedtime he sent the youngsters upstairs to bed and settled down to watch football. One child kept creeping down the stairs, but the young man kept sending him back to bed. At 9pm the doorbell rang, it was the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Brown, asking whether her son was there. The young man brusquely replied, "No." Just then a little head appeared over the banister and shouted, "I'm here Mom but he won't let me go home." if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

The air bags are a good source of income if you know the right people to sell them to. just one air bag runs between 1500 and 3000 dollars. that is not a bad profit for a couple of hours work.. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

yes i like that.

blue skies.... if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

i will agree on the breath some ass thing is getting old. can't people wait till they are out of the plane if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?

DIARY OF A VIAGRA HOUSEWIFE Day 1. Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to reenact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried. Wussy. Day 2. Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I don't know! I mean, gimme a break. He's been dysfunctional for so long that he even walks with a limp. Day 3. This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of the Washington Monument and burst into tears. Day 4. A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix his 'problem.' It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. He said, this time, I'd rather not have your mother join us. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood. Day 7. This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. Get over yourself! Not everything is about you! But, have to admit . . . . Day 8. I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wicker. Sore as hell . . . . Day 10. Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with hard cider! The photo of Janet Reno isn't working. What am I gonna do? I feel tacky all over . . Day 11. The side effects are starting to get to him. Everything is turning blue. The other day, we were watching Kenneth Brining in Hamlet and he thought it was "The Smurfs Do Denmark." Even my armpits hurt. He's a nasty man. Day 12. OK, I'm basically being drilled to death. It's like going out with a Black and Decker power tool. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Day 13. I wish he was gay. I bought 400 Liza Minelli albums and I keep saying 'fabulous,' and still he keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous . . . . Day 14. Now I know how Saddam Hussein's wife feels. Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed with a scud missile. Let's hope he's not like ex-President Bush and takes 100 days to pull out. . . I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops, sorry" butt-thing again, I'm gonna kill him. Day 15. I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun. Now he tells me "Sister Wendy" makes "Father Woody" want to bark like a dog. Help me. Day 16. I think I will have to kill him. Then he'll go out the way he want to. . . . stiff. With my luck, I won't be able to close the casket. I'm starting to adhere to everything I sit on. The cats are afraid of him and the neighbors no longer come over. Last night I told him to fuck himself. . . . he did. He must die. Dear Ma and Pa: Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Army beats working for Old Man Minch a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things -- no hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. You got to shave, but it is not bad in warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, beef, ham steak, fried eggplant, pie and regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches," which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sgt. is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Cols. and Gens. just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higsett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it, you don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in. Your loving son, Zeb P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $200 for barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good. This is a singles ad which appeared in a local paper: "SBF( single, black, female) Seeks Male companionship. Age and ethnicity unimportant. I'm a young, svelte, good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting/camping/fishing trips. I love cozy winter nights spent lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Kiss me and I'm yours." Call 555-2525 and ask for Daisy. The phone number was that of the Humane Society, and Daisy was an eight week old black Labrador retriever. They received 643 calls in two days. if fun were easy it wouldn't be worth having, right?