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oh, thought of one more! Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump, Alberta. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

let me know how it works out... i had an operation on my nose, but it didn't take and i have to go back for a repeat... i hate the part when they pull the packing out, i swear there was about 8 feet of gauze up there! he grabbed it and pulled it to full arm extension, then grabbed near my nose again and pulled some more. then he did it to the other side! brought tears to my eyes. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

oh yeah, forgot "Saint-Louis-du-Ha! Ha!" in quebec (spelled with the exclamation marks) "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

you want odd town names? check out a mapp of newfoundland sometime. how'd you like to say you were from dildo? or conception bay? or joe batt's arm? "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

clicky.... and april fools? "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

i don't know where you are (fill in your profiles people!) but here in canada spotting is covered in the PIMs (SIMs to the 'mericans). that and your instructors would be a good place to start. we are at a small cessna dz, so all our spotting is eyeballed, we don't need no steenking GPS! "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

First-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?" Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!" Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office. WhileHarry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed. Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test. Principal: "What is 3 x 3?" Harry: "9" Principal: "What is 6 x 6?" Harry: "36" And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know. The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade." Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions." The principal and Harry both agreed. Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?" Harry, after a moment: "Legs." Ms. Brooks: "What do you have in your pants that I do not have in mine?" The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question? Harry replied: "Pockets." Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?" Harry: "Pants" Ms. Brooks: What's starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid? Harry: "Coconut" Ms. Brooks: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer. Harry: "Bubble gum" Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and a dog do on three legs?" The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer. Harry: "Shake hands" Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of heat and excitement?" Harry: "Fire Truck" The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong." "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

i had a cat (dr. forbes) who was fairly weird. some of his 'things': he would sit on my chest while i slept, and as soon as the alarm went off he'd whack me in the face with his 6-toed front paw. every day. one day while i was putting on the right guard with him watching from my dresser, i lifted his paw and put some on him. he took a sniff, then left. every morning after that, he would sit there until i applied deodorant. i clipped a tie to his flea collar thinking it would annoy the hell out of him and amuse me while he tried to remove it. he wore it for the day. i'd let him out of the house in the morning when i went to catch the school bus, and every afternoon when i got home, he would come running around the house to meet me. i don't know where he was hiding. he loved to bring me things he had killed as well, birds, mice, moles, and one day, a rabbit almost the size of him. my present cat tolerates two dogs and three ferrets and can often be found laying in the middle of a room, flat on his back, legs splayed out, sound asleep. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

One Star Hangover (*) No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries. Two Star Hangover (**) No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels. Three Star Hangover (***) Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke --- yet you haven't peed once. Four Star Hangover (****) Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom. Five Star Hangover, (*****) You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right now.... "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

total dvd snob now. the vcr is used as an interface between the kids game consoles and the old tv in the basement. i just tried out a new dvd catalog program last night, (dvd profiler if you're interested) and found that i own 57 dvd's, although one of those is the die hard trilogy, so there's actually 59! "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

casseroles! any kind of noodle mixed with any kind of soup mixed with any kind of meat/fish mixed with any kind of frozen veggies... top with cheese and brown if you want to splurge on luxuries like cheese! "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

i have a rio 600 and i like it a lot. pros: battery life is good (about 10 hours or so on a rechargeable), sound is good, it's tough, plays mp3 and wma, it was cheap. it is expandable, but you have to buy a 'backpack'. smartmedia cards or compact flash would be much better. cons: transfer speed is kinda slow, but my system is usb 1.1, i don't know if the player supports 2.0 or not. if yours does, look for that as a connection. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

not really, i'm canadian, we get to spell it either way, the correct way, and the american way!

hmmm, vampires, hadn't thought of those, the wife had most of the anne rice books. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

i'm in a slump with reading. i've read about all the spy books (clancy, ludlum etc), crime books (hoag et al), that i can stand and decided i'd like to read some sci-fi for a change, but have no idea where to start. any suggestions for titles/authors? "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

i clicked, and found it amusing that one of the advertisers on a fight-famine site was for a diet site. kinda ironic. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

"keep your stick on the ice" - red green "keep your area clean" - anonymous "a wise monkey is a monkey who doesn't monkey with another monkey's monkey." - also anonymous "there is a theory that states that if anyone ever figures out what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizzare and inexplicable. there is another theory which states that this may have already happened." - douglas adams "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

ramona the pest! i remember those now. and motorcycle ralph, about the mouse with a motorcycle.. they were good too. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

the thornton w. burgess series of books... the mother west wind stories i think they were... read almost all of them. the hardy boys and encyclopedia brown books were good as well. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

doh! the missus emailed them to me, didn't know about the link, thanks! "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

work safe "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

the husk dave, the husk!!!

how about this scenario... everybody eats beans, tofu, burritos, cabbage and chili before a jump. replumb the oxygen system in the plane so it can extract methane from the jumpers. more farts, more altitude. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

story from ananova "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001

had to drag this one back... with a picture of my three hole punch, and my stapler, and my tape dispenser. as you can plainly see, they rock. i also threw in one of my paper-clip belly flyer. i was inspired by somone else's paper-clip free flyer, so with my trusty leatherman, some paperclips, and a lunch hour, i came up with what you see below. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001