Posted on 06/07/2011 3:56:37 PM PDT by Lazamataz
A Facebook friend snapped this while visiting a local hotel.
LOL!
I'd hit that, BECAUSE she's crazy.
coup just 4 wheel drive = souped up 4 wheel drive
Why, yes, it is in fact my SUV. But I was there for legitimate reasons. I was administering an IQ test: The Woodcock Johnson III.
(And yes, it IS a real test. I just learned about it today, and had to use it in a post. Thanks for the ping!). :-)
Can you say “BUSTED!”
I pinged me because i will use the kitty pics.
Ah. :)
Playing a LOT of chess is great preperation for a strategic mind
(Glad you're back, Laz. Missed ya)
With all due respect Laz, you’ll hit anything. Well, maybe not Helen Thomas, but I digress...
There’s a good possibility the wife was wrong. Look at the license plate, it’s from the Boulder area in Colorado.
The odds are that the hubby was with his boyfriend.
I’m kidding.....
Helen Thomas is my dream girl.
How do you change a fox into an elephant?
Marry her!
Damn.... Least she didn’t write it using the hatchet font....
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If the GF is in his wife's imagination, he's really screwed.
Dave?
Dave's not here
Thank you Lord for giving both of us a very morbid and dry sense of humor. Amen.
I was that way until 2009, when I met my wife, Freeperette, Jenbean.
I was so sure that I wanted to be a bachelor up until the moment I saw her.
We have the same interests and are very good friends. Conservative, spiritual, cooks like a pro, has her concealed carry permit, likes my machineguns, loves dry humor, etc. We started going to church after 15 years, and have really grown together. One day, lightning will strike you too.
Don't worry, somewhere out there is the future Mrs. Lazamataz....and it ain't a Helen Thomas lookalike.
Bump for Lazamataz’s dream girl, Helen Thomas.
“At least she didn’t let the air out of his tires”.
Yeah, but what Dave doesn’t know yet is that she sold his Excursion for $1.99 to the first person that responded on Craigslist. Signed over the deed and everything... well, that’s what I would do. LOL!
This reminds me of one of the stories in James Herriot's All Creatures Great And Small:
Or the day when I had to visit Luke Benson at his smallholding in Hillom Village. Luke was a powerful man of about sixty and had the unusual characteristic of speaking always through his clenched teeth. He literally articulated every word by moving only his lips, showing the rows of square, horse-like incisors clamped tightly together. It leant a peculiar intensity to his simplest utterance; and as he spoke, his eyes glared.
Most of his conversation consisted of scathing remarks about the other inhabitants of Hillom. In fact he seemed to harbour a cordial dislike of the human race in general. Yet strangely enough I found him a very reasonable man to deal with; he accepted my diagnoses of his animals' ailments without question and appeared to be trying to be friendly by addressing me repeatedly as 'Jems', which was the nearest he could get to my name with his teeth together.
His fiercest hatred was reserved for his neighbor and fellow smallholder, a little lame man called Gill to whom Luke referred invariably and unkindly as 'Yon 'oppin youth'. A bitter feud had raged between them for many years and I had seen Luke smile on only two occasions -- once when Mr. Gill's sow lost its litter and again when he had a stack burnt down.
When Mr. Gill's wife ran away with a man who came round the farms selling brushes it caused a sensation. Nothing like that had ever happened in Hillom before and a wave of delighted horror swept through the village. This, I thought, would be the high point of Luke Benson's life and when I had to visit a heifer of his I expected to find him jubilant. But Luke was gloomy.
As I examined and treated his animal he remained silent and it wasn't until I went into the kitchen to wash my hands that he spoke. He glanced round warily at his wife, a gaunt, grim-faced woman who was applying blacklead to the grate.
'You'll have heard about yon 'oppin youth's missus runnin' off?' he said.
'Yes,' I replied, 'I did hear about it.' I waited for Luke to gloat but he seemed strangely ill at ease. He fidgeted until I had finished drying my hands then he glared at me and bared his strong teeth.
Ah'll tell you something, Jems,' he ground out. 'Ah wish somebody would tek MA bugger!'
Cheers!
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