Posted on 04/05/2002 9:00:52 PM PST by acnielsen guy
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So, Palo, tonite we are accelerating...
Westy, you said that you dont mess with that fooling around with clocks...how do you keep your important appointments? You know, you must not keep the ladies waiting...
Here was my dads adventure with naked campers...He and my mom had gone camping and fishing somewhere near the Mississippi River...dad loved to fish in the Mississippi...so mom was busy in the campground, cooking and doing womanly things, and dad was off walking the dog...
There was a small lake in the campground, nice refreshing water for a dip...as dad was getting nearer to the lake, he spotted a group of about 6-8 twentysomethings, both men and women, all skinny dipping and having a grand old time...
Now dad was easy going, and as he passed by the lake, he tipped his hat...he always wore a hat, no matter where he was, and he always tipped it at folks...the group in the lake motionned for him to come on over and strip, and join in the fun....
I believe dad would have done it, if he was alone, but mom was a little more up tight than dad, and would have objected...
So he thanked them kindly for the invitation, but declined, but with a big grin, I suppose at the sight of those young nubile boobs glistening in the water...(Mom and Dad at this point were in their 60s so there was not much they had not seen or done...but I guess for dad young bouncy boobs, for the most part, were a thing of his past, but he enjoyed seeing them again)
Westy, crack out the night light pretty soon...
Well, the Saturday nite party is over...
The lights are turned off...
The candle lit, for the wanderers...
What more is there to say?...
Sleep late to make up for the missing hour...
See ya mañana, with luck...lol..
....Westy..... 
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Sunday April 7th 2002 St. John Baptist de la Salle |
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Granny's Chimney Korner  (a parody of "Hamlet") Act 1 Scene 1 |
If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco company.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore.
So if I die while my old ass is parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, and my son Gary..who gave me my first computer.. sigh...
The Texas Salesman
A keen Texas lad applied for a salesman's job at a city department store.
The store was the biggest in the world and sold everything under the sun.
"Have you ever been a salesman before?" the boss asked during his interview.
"Yes, I was a salesman in Texas," the lad answered.
The boss took an immediate liking to him and told him he could start the next day.
"I'll come and see how you made out after we close up," the boss said.
The day was long and hard for the young man, but finally it was 5 o'clock. The boss closed up the store and found the lad sitting, slumped and exhausted, in a chair.
"How many sales did you make today?" the boss asked.
"One," said the lad.
"One?" said the boss, obviously displeased. "Most of the sales people on my staff make 20 or 30 sales a day. How much was the sale worth?"
"Exactly $101,334.53," said the young man.
"How did you manage that?" asked the boss, flabbergasted.
"Well," said the lad, "this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium fish hook, and finally a really large hook. Then I sold him a small fishing line, a medium one, and huge one. I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said he was going down the coast. I said he'd probably need a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that fancy 22-foot Chris Craft with twin engines. Then he said his Honda Civic probably wouldn't be able to handle the load, so I took him to the vehicle department and sold him a new GMC 1-ton pickup truck."
"You sold all that to guy who came in for a fish hook?" the boss asked in astonishment.
"He didn't come in to buy a fish hook," the Texas boy explained. "He came in to buy a box of tampons for his wife, and I said to him, 'Your weekend's shot. You might as well go fishing.' "
All right, damn it, who took this pic of me in my thong?
Palo... Shopping for Bill, and buying a few pocketbooks on the way...
Poor AC.. only half the Capt'n he used to be.. Can't even rescue some old lady out of a Blood Pressure machine.. And she's his concubine.. D'uh!
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