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Better still, you keep calling us ugly names and we'll just boycott your games and find a table away from you! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I think we should all gang up on Billy! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Smartass! Besides, my thread was first. They'd have deleted yours anyway! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Okay boys and girls....Billy made me change the title of the thread to make sure that you all know that it's $ "game on!" $ I hope to see a lot of you playing tonight.

'Bout time, slacker! Um...Billy? You changed the password to "$5"? Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

C'mon Billy. Get your shit together and get those games posted! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Okay! Should I pm you my Paypal account info? Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I've waited for days for someone to post something. Perhaps no one knows. Perhaps no one cares. It's not my story to tell, but I was informed that he is no longer with us. Personally, I hope that I was misinformed. Most folks thought he was a grumpy old bastard. And he got himself banned from here because of his sick, twisted sadistic attitude. I don't really care how the rest of the world feels about him, but he's been my friend ever since I got bit by the "CRW"bug. We talked on the phone together, played poker together and skydived together. I'll never forget when, on our first in person meeting, he said, "Why, you're a doll!" Or when he pretended he was a 'cattle prod' and randomly poked me on our way to altitude saying, "zzzzt" just to get my mind off of my claustrophobia on the plane. Damn it, Michael!! I'm going to miss you terribly. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

As Mike said, we are in San Antonio. Normally, the only time I'm here is when he comes home and comes to this city to visit his daughters. And it just doesn't seem to sink in to my thick skull that Shannon is gone. I wake up thinking of things we could all do together. Then in a couple of seconds, I remember the truth. The ugly truth. And tears come again. Sadder still is the fact that Shannon's wishes were to be an organ donor. They took her to the hospital to harvest the organs, but discovered that she had lived in Germany during the 90's and they wouldn't accept the organs for donation. I suppose they feared that she might have "mad cow disease." I try to be here to comfort Mike, but as most of you have said, there are just no words strong enough and no actions soothing enough to take the pain away. While you pray for Mike and his family, please remember to pray for the young adults that were in the car accident with her. There was a total of four other people, one of which was seriously injured but seems to be making a good recovery. Each of those people are in a living nightmare, as they basically saw their friend pass away right in front of their eyes, with nothing they could do to help her. They will have to live with that memory for the rest of their lives. Some of them will quite possibly need counseling. The family has set up a memorial fund. Whatever funds are above/beyond the funeral costs will be used to set up a scholarship fund in her memory. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Glad you didn't think you were going to take MY money! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Come play the late game. I'm registered! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I thought those wishes were a day early. It's August 26'th that's the old man's birthday! But damn it....I got beat to the punch anyway. Happy Birthday, Billy! I hope you have a great day!

**Please note** No, this didn't happen to me. The "story" was passed on to me and I thought it was so funny, I had to share with my friends! My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure , I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out ... must stay conscious ... must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe .................. OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip ... it's not! I touch. I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake .... remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - The water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub ... in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!' There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?' She's laughing out loud by now ... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counselling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace .... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS!! IT WORKS!!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair .... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE ....... ALL OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair colour...... Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I'll see you in the late game! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Yup. [BLUE]THANKS BILLY!!![/BLUE][/B]

You people SUCK!![/B] They cancelled the late game due to insufficient number of players. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I've registered for the late game, as usual. But I think I hear the crickets chirping in the lobby right now. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Heh-heh-heh-heh! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Cake? Did somebody say cake? Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

In a tent isn't outdoors??? Actually, I guess I just wasn't curious as a youngun. Then when I became curious, I didn't have a willing partner. Sex, yes. Out of doors? Nope. (not yet anyway) Oh...and I want to have sex in the rain too! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Fixed that for ya'! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

I promise that I'm working diligently on remedying that situation! In all fairness, I HAVE had sex in a tent that was obviously out of doors. But I'm wanting to do it in a more open area, with just a hint of a chance of getting caught. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Hey, I happen to like and look forward to those Friday PM's, tyvm! Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance

Happy Birthday!!!

*Travel to a different country. *Have my own home. *See my youngest son attend/graduate college. *Have sex out of doors. *See my youngest daughter straighten out her life and be happy. *Be in a skydiving record of some sort (preferably CRW). *Live to be 100 and sit on my front porch in a rocking chair, holding hands with my love. Nina Are we called "DAWGs" because we stick our noses up people's butts? (RIP Buzz) Yep, you're a postwhore-billyvance