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And I prefer these ( . )( . )

probably a combination of both.

Yes I did!!!

Anyone interested in helping me slipt the costs for a Packing Tent (With Sides)?? I mainly need the Tent after Hours for the Poker Tournaments (Easier to keep people back form the table if we have a dedicated Tent for it. Trying to run the tournaments in the Registration tent was a pain last year.) Also I may need a Place for Body Painting if I have any Volenteer Models this year. (Any Volenteer Models??) Please let me know if you are willing to pitch in a few bucks to help out with the cost of the tent.

Got my brother looking around the Plant for one now. If he cant find one, He will have his Welders fab one up.

Well you never gave us YOUR technique for letting someone know you are not Just flirting.... Come on Girl.. What is your signal??

Ahhh!!! a Kiss Me Broomstick!! I never thought of that.

A still that is missing a 15 Gallon stainless steel Pressure vessel???

I really Like your Style.. I also Like my Kiss Me Bat Idea which is somewhat along those same lines.

That is how I check to see if I am going to flirt with them. Whether or not I am really interested is a different question all together.

I just use 3 exclamation points like everyone else!!!

After reading the Exclamation Point thread.. I got to thinking (Dont laugh.. It happens occasionally!!!).. What is your Signal?? How do you let someone know you ARE interested?? How can someone tell if you are just flirting or you are actually interested.

OK... Just for that Comment Young lady.. I am wearing the Toucan and nothing else all weekend!!

I dont even have to do that. Just show it to them and watch them Point and Laugh!!

Another slow day at the Office.. A group of very attractive young female city employees discovered they could nicely supplement their income by moonlighting as call girls. One of the girls discovered she was more successful as a blonde after having her hair bleached. She convinced the others that the old saying, "Blondes have more fun," is true. The ladies became so popular that they were able to charge exorbitant rates. They even charged their taxi fares to the Johns they served. When hard times hit and the market got soft, they needed a bigger come-on. Some of them understood the economic law of supply and demand, so decided to lower their rates. They decided not to include taxi fares in the fees they charged their customers. They have become known as: The taxi-free municipal blondes.

Hey Bobbi.. You can be the Flight Attendant on my Rocket Ship and we can Start the 100-Mile High Club!! Edit.. note to self.. Finish Coffee before posting in the mornings.

I wanted to be an Astronaut. I had an Uncle that worked at NASA and got to got to Space camp before it was even called Space Camp. I think it is so sad how the current Space program is going. Kids no longer dream of being Astronauts and going to the Stars. This dirt ball is filling up quickly, We gotta get off this rock sooner or later.

Hey.. I tried.. Best I could do on short notice. try thinking of two 6 foot tall highly inebriated (One slightly less than Half dressed) people crammed into pretzel like positions in the front seat of a Jeep Cherokee. My Lap will always be yours!!

Ok.. I will may flirt with you But I am Never again offering to paint your ass with my tounge!!

I promise to behave myself from now on and Stop Flirting with Women.

Well That will be whatever Club you two are in!!

Is it thursday yet?? So did you girls ever decide if you wanted to go to the Nice Classy Strip Clubs or the Sleezy seedy ones??

Hey!! You girls need a properly trained expert for that Outing!! Can I come??

Or you could just make a Post on DZ.com that says.. Hey, Im Single again and see if that works. Oh wait.. you just did that.

My Favorite Stupidest Thing ever by a Kid was stunt pulled by my Kid Brother. He was about 8 years old and thankfully still somewhat indestructible. We were living in South Georgia (Picture every redneck Southern Georgia stereotype you can think of and Yes, we were living right in the middle of it). Our next door neighbor raised Various large Game Birds. He had Turkeys, Pheasants, Peacocks and a couple of Emu. The birds were always getting out and of course a huge source of amusement for my brother and I as we would chase them around the yard trying to catch them. Well forget whatever you think you know about Turkeys... They are FAST birds and VERY skittish. It was just about impossible to sneak up on one and even harder to catch one. My brother kinda became obsessed with catching one. One day I am sitting in the Living room watching TV and I hear a Loud Thud. I look outside and find my kid brother Lying face down on the ground Grasping for air trying to get his breath back. I roll him over and he has a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich smushed completely into his chest. I keep asking him what happened and if he is alright. He cant talk because he still cant get his breath.. Finally he gets out "It didnt work" and hands me a Scrap of paper from his back pocket. I open up the paper and get the laugh of my Life. Our front Yard had a very Large Pecan (Pronounced Pee-Can in that part of the world) Tree. The lowest Limb was easily 8 to 10 feet off the ground. Drawn out on the Paper was the ultimate Wile Coyote Plan I had ever seen. The plan was simple... The drawing had The House.. The Tree.. with a Boy in the Tree.. With a Sandwich on the Ground clearly labeled "Bait" right underneath the Limb the Boy was sitting in. As the Bird would stop to eat the sandwich.. The Boy would Jump and land on the Bird. From the look of what was left on the PB&J sandwich on his chest.. I can only assume he had a stable exit and excellent arch. Fortunately he still missed the bird or I think we would still be picking feathers out of him. He never did catch that Turkey but carried the name Wile for years.