Posted on 11/18/2005 5:50:36 AM PST by BJClinton
Yeah! Made it to the weekend and it's hunting season. Since Turkey Day is just a few days away that means my two favorite football games are up. UT vs. TAMU and the Cowboy's Thanksgiving Debacle. But looming on the horizon is the dreaded Christmas gift-shopping. Maybe this year I'll get it done well before we head off to the folks place....nah, who am I kidding.
Another couple of fine pieces from Prime Choice:
>> I'm so down with that, but I gotta clean my deer rifle. <<
Oh Yea!!! Rifle season starts tomorrow. I am psyched!!! Let the slaughter begin!
Thanks. But regretfully I tried to access a forbidden sight. I guess my folks are gonna be mad!
A blonde guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed, sweating and panting. "What's up?", he says.
"Im having a heart attack", cries the woman.
He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he is dialing, his four-year old son comes up and says, "Daddy, Daddy! Uncle Ted is hiding in your closet and he's got no clothes on!"
The guy slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife, and rips open the wardrobe door. Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked, cowering on the closet floor.
"You rotten S.O.B", says the husband. "My wife's having a heart attack and you're running around naked scaring the kids!!!"
Good to hear that you are alright. Now, get silly!
"I wonder how they get the line to go across the infield dirt in dual use stadiums..."
The 'green screen' of which you speak is called 'chroma key' ad is widly popular today. The yellow line is a similar technology, but much more digital and sophisticated. It does not rely so much on color recognition. The processor has an image of the empty field and through the magic of computers can paint over or under anything not in the 'empty field' image.
Yeah,
This time in watching it, I believe I see her leg getting broken.
eek!
Ever Wonder Why???
Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?
Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why doesn't Super-glue stick to the bottle?
Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end you first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot"?
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
And my FAVORITE......
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness.
Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.
I'm curious how injured she was after that fall...looks very painful.
I'm sure some personal injury liar - I mean lawyer - had a field day with that!!!
I have the same last name as my daughter's dad, although we were never married, so I got it changed back to the name on my birth certificate.
I wanna be #201!
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