Goodnite GC,

In case you are worried, I promise to come back and look more closely at the undies, and chat. OR, you can bounce from thread to thread avoiding me, like AD!!!!

GOODNITE AD, go already..

Girl chicks:

One of my favorite female vocalists is Kate Bush. No, really.

"Experiment IV"

We were working secretly for the military
Our experiment in sound was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory what we are doing
Music made for pleasure, music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until

(chorus)
They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making

From the painful cries of mothers to a terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine

(chorus)

It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
It could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
But that dream is your enemy!!

We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there can hit the switch

(chorus)

And the public are warned to stay off........."


-ol' 2long

I am very sorry 2long. I love ya and would love to chat. butI gotta get some rest.Early day 2moro with kids and horses!!! And work til 2:00 AM or later 2moro nite!!

Anyway, I just came over to let AD know that I was on to him!

Goodnite,
I killed a buch of threads 2nite, but don't worry, I don't even do this right. They always seem to bounce back after I am gone!!!

jls

Hey guys, are jokes allowed here?

This is one that NCW posted.

There was this man, who I will call "Mr. b," who was visiting a new town on a business trip. Well, Mr. b finished his business a little early and went looking for a place to cut loose. He was walking along the strip and came across a biker bar. Intrigued, he went inside.

It was a standard, neo-typical biker bar, but something in the decor really piqued Mr. b's interest. Against the back wall was a mint-condition 1973 Harley Davidson touring bike. It was enshrined in a glass case on a mahogony dais. On the dais was a plaque with a simple inscription. For The Winner

Mr. b sauntered over to the bar to pose to the bartender the puropose of the bike and the plaque. The bartender looked Mr. b over with scrutiny.

"Son, you ain't man enough to worry about such things," was his response.

Mr. b, dejected, almost left, but instead screwed up his courage and replied "I'll decide what I am man enough for, I asked you should tell me."

The bartender, amuzed by this brazen lad, regaled the story of the bike.

"Well. The owner of the bar is a gambling man. Always has been. One night, he brought the bike in, case and all, and said the man who could complete his four challenges would win the bike as his reward. Sort of a modern day labors of Hercules."

"What are the challenges?" responded Mr. b.

"First, you have to drink a fifth of tequila in fifteen minutes without throwing up. Next, you have to take out our bouncer, Rollo, with one punch. The third challenge involves the pit-bull chained in the alley out back. The dog has an impacted wisdom tooth, and you have to get that tooth out with your bare hands. The last challenge involves the owners grandmother, who lives in an apartment over the bar. She hasn't had an orgasm in 15 years. You have to pleasure her. If you can do all that, you win the bike. But noone has been able to do it."

"Man, I can't leave without trying," responds Mr. b.

"You're funeral," says the bartender. And with that he opens a bottle of tequila and forcefully puts it on the bar.

Mr. b picks up the bottle and begins pulling and tugging on it. He chokes it down, just under the time limit.

With that, he reels accross the bar and approaches Rollo from behind. Tapping Rollo on the shoulder, Mr. b rares back with balled fist and catches Rollo on the "sweet spot" just as he turns. The Luck of the Irish is with him, as Rollo goes down hard. Out for the count.

Mr. b staggers out the back door into the alley. Such a din and cacaphony arises from the alley that Cerberus himself would shudder.

Bloody and shredded, Mr. b stumbles back in the door and exclaims "OK.... wherez duh ole lady wif duh wizzdum toof??!?!"

Goodnite B! (heard it anyway)

And i have plans for scaring the guys outa Iville soon, so I gotta go rest up!

Glad you are ok, B!

Believer:

Not going for it... ...dogs don't HAVE wisdom teeth! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

-ol' 2long

Okay, everybody up!

You can't sleep here around the BBQ, you know.

-ol' 2long

Aagggggg

2long, I can't believe you woke us up. That's why I put my tent in the shade, so I could sleep longer.

Oh shoot, may as well take a walk. Maybe I'll go down by the lake and skip rocks.

SS

Hah, I like Kate Bush, 2long, but her stuff is a little too studio-y and overwrought for my tastes. No rawness!

I do like the song "Hounds of Love". The Futureheads do a good cover that's getting some play on independent radio right now.

GC

My firesong today:

Jackie left on a cold dark night
Tellin' me he'd be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
And leavin' me all alone

Now I've been dead for twenty years,
I've been a'washing the sand with my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie oh

And I remember the day the young man came
Said, "Your Jackie's gone he's been lost in the rain"
And I ran to the beach and laid me down
"You're all wrong'' I said, as he stared at the sand
''That man know that sea like the back of his hand,
He'll be back sometime laughing at you''

Well I've been waiting all this time,
For my man to come take his hand in mine
And lead me away to unseen shores
I've been washing the sand with my salty tears
Searching the shore these long years
And I'll walk the sea forever more

Till I find my Jackie oh
Jackie oh Jackie oh Jackie oh

- Kimmy

Moody Blues:

"I Never Thought I'd Live To Be A Hundred"

I never thought I'd live to be a hundred,
I never thought I'd get to do the things
That all those other sons do, and they do.

I never thought I'd ever have my freedom,
An age ago my maker was refusing me
The pleasure of the view.

"I Never Thought I'd Get To Be A Million"

I never thought I'd get to be a million,
I never thought I'd get to be the thing
All His other children see. Look at me.

-ol' 2long

I need to sit by the fire and listen to music and enjoy some good company. Very bad day, possibly my M has finally come to an end. Waiting for jerkboy to call me back. Why oh why is it so hard for him to just answer my questions instead of skirting the issue? (sigh..hangs head) I just need some comfort food, anyone have brownies?

{{{FF}}}}

Hi FL! Good to see you!

{{{FF}}}

Let's round up all these unredeemed cheaters, pin their eyes open, and make them read MB posts so they can see how much pain they bring into the world.

GC

Gray, I've often thought of doing just that.

Faithful, another bad day? I'm so sorry. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

just stopped by for a few hugs & marshmallows before getting back to work.

slh

SLH, here are some slightly burned marshmellows. did you get the email I forwarded to you?

Hi Gray, thanks for the hugs. I like your idea!

No. Please resend it! -slh

ok, let me know if it doesn't come through.

You guys I am totally obsessed right now in my own misery so please forgive my self-centerednes, but do you think that maybe as AD has suggested I should take the low road, instead of the high road to get satisfaction, and maybe my property back?

I'm talking womans charm here. A slow long project, but I think I could do it. I think I could keep my own feelings at bay, long enough to *uck him like he did to me?

What say you all? I don't know if I want to go back to being the good guy and always getting the short end of the deal.