Freeoples Thread 343

[Mo1]

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So did ya move into your apartment??

I slid in in the dead of night. My new hovel is a 1 room mansion! I have a terlet, kichen, and combo bedroom/living room!

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We have been being blackmailed by Quebec for a long long time. We can't stand them.

Thanks for the education... I was always suspicious of those guys, and gals.

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Hi VUSA! I had a conectivity problem... again. Was wondering if we should have cloned you when we had you.

That probably would not have been good for anyone.

[Mo1]

Sounds kewl .. did ya hook up the lava lamp yet?

[ValerieUSA]

Foreigners who hate America are afraid to hate the really bad guys. They don't bother to hate Castro, or bin Laden, or N. Korea or Saddam... those guys might be dangerous. America is good so we are safe to hate.

[ValerieUSA]

Hee hee -- lava lamp. I'm jealous if he has one.

[Canadian Outrage]

HEY! I'm not really a foreigner - I'm just a North AMERICAN!! Why I even wear my American Flag sweater often. I get nothing but compliments.!! With that said, I think I'll give up the computer to a big guy here who wants to play bridge. Talk at y'all tomorrow - God Willing. NULLY: I see that you may just get your extended EI benefits after all. Goody goody. I know a job would be better, but it's not like you have not been trying and MOREOVER it is YOUR contributions that your drawing on. (just don't give any DemonRATS any credit especially the Empress from Hell)!! Deal??? Night night.

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I will buy a lava lamp (or a new muffler) when the rats give me my "payroll" tax cut. Who is that FICA guy anyway?

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Foreigners who hate America are afraid to hate the really bad guys.

More like they dont have a choice to hate the bad guy. (Clinton/Gore) for example.

[ValerieUSA]

Clinton /Gore are foreigners who hate America

[ValerieUSA]

Poor horsie..
I'm thinking of you. I have a glass of warm, cheap Chilean merlot.

[Mo1]

Who is that FICA guy anyway?

A Democrat???

[ValerieUSA]

I think my kids and I are FICA ... thank you.

[Servant of the Nine]

I bet Swervie does

I just wanna hear her excuse at the emergency room when she gets sumthin bit off.

So9

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[westmex]

Foggy Seattle Morning

........Westy......

[westmex]

Time for my daily glass of heart medicine....
Mañana maybe....

.......Westy.....

[ValerieUSA]

Wow, that's beautiful!

[Mo1]

Sarah, the church gossip and self appointed supervisor of the church's
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.

Several residents were unappreciative of her activities, but feared her
enough to maintain their silence.

She made a mistake however, when she accused, George, a new member, of
being an alcoholic after she saw his pickup truck parked in front of the
town's only bar one afternoon.

She commented to George and others that everyone seeing it there Would know
that he was an alcoholic. George a man of few word, stared at her for a few
moments and just walked away. He said nothing.

Later that evening, George, quietly parked his pickup in front of Sarah's
house.............
And he left it there all night.

[Mo1]

Subject: Growing Up

A lot of you will appreciate this and others probably won't know what
I'm talking about. People over 50 will certainly enjoy this. And so
should younger people who haven't a clue what the "good life" was really
like when we grew up.

Hey Dad," My Son asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food
when you were growing up?" We didn't have fast food when I was growing
up." "C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?" "We ate at home," I
explained. "My Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we
all sat down together at the table, and if I didn't like what she put on
my plate I had to sit there until I did like it." By this time, my Son
was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer some serious
internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to get my
Father's permission to leave the table.

Here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I
had figured his system could handle it. My parents never: wore Levi's,
set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country, flew in a plane
or had a credit card.

In their later years they had something called a "revolving charge card"
but they never actually used it. It was only good at Sears-Roebuck. Or
maybe it was Sears and Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was because soccer
back then was just for the girls.

We actually did walk to school. By the time you were in the 6th grade it
was not cool to ride the bus unless you lived more than 4 or 5 miles
from the school, even when it was raining or there was ice or snow on
the ground.

Outdoor sports consisted of stickball, snowball fights, building
forts,making snowmen and sliding down hills on a piece of cardboard. No
skate boards, roller blades or trail bikes.

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 12. It was, of
course, black and white, but you could buy a piece of special colored
plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and
the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was
perfect for program that had scenes of fire trucks riding across
someone's lawn on a sunny day.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza. It was a Sam's Pizza at the
East end of Fruit Street in Milford. My friend, Steve took me there to
try what he called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of
my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down and plastered itself
against my chin. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

There was no such thing as a computer or a hand held calculator. We were
required to memorize the "times tables." Believe it or not, we were
tested each week on our ability to perform mathematics with nothing but
a pencil and paper. We took a spelling test every day. There was no
such thing as a"social promotion." If you flunked a class, you repeated
that grade the following year. Nobody was concerned about your "self
esteem." We had to actually do something praiseworthy before we were
praised.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and most all boys delivered
newspapers. I delivered the "Milford Daily News" six days a week. It
cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. On Saturday, I had
to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were
the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least
favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on
collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut on screen. Touching someone
else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they just didn't
do that in the movies back then. I had no idea what they did in French
movies.

French movies were considered dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.
You never saw the Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers or anyone else actually kill
someone. The heroes back then would just shoot the gun out of the bad
guys hand. There was no blood and violence.

I must be getting old because I find myself reflecting back more and
more and thinking I liked it a lot better back then. If you grew up in
a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of
these memories with your kids or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if
they wet themselves laughing. Growing up today sure ain't what it used
to be!