(In before my own ping!)
WOOHOO!!
WOOHOO!
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In before the ping?
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SEVEN
Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A blond lady walked by and asked what they were doing.
"We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we
don't have a ladder."
The blond woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and
laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement & announced,
"Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb
blond? We ask for the height, and she gives us the length.
Bubba and Junior are currently doing government work supervising the
reconstruction of those New Orleans Levees
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Checking in. Gotta leave and go out to a ship this AM, but I'll be back around lunchtime. Have fun!!
Cowboys and Indians
Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer.
Another is a cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.
Finally the American Indean clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is"
The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do reckon it's a comin."
Woo-hoo!
...but what does that MEAN, exactly?...
How Real Is That Ruin? Don't Ask, the Locals Say
Excerpt: "Then she would sit on top," said Allison, the 11-year-old tour guide, pointing to a five-foot high, mushroom-shaped object that many say looks too much like a phallus to be anything else. Incan priests would pour chicha, or corn beer, on the woman trying to conceive, the girl explained in a robotic spiel, and determine the future child's sex by which side of the monolith the libation ran down.
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