The ***OFFICIAL*** Weekend Singles' Thread -- Easter Weekend (April 14-16)

To: Army Air Corps

221 posted on 04/14/2006 9:04:53 PM PDT by TheresaKett

To: Army Air Corps

222 posted on 04/14/2006 9:05:11 PM PDT by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)

Who is Dawn Welles? Did she play in Gilligan's Island?

223 posted on 04/14/2006 9:06:34 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

To: Victoria Delsoul

Dawn Welles played Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island! :-)

224 posted on 04/14/2006 9:07:38 PM PDT by HitmanLV (Some people like to dash it out, but they just can't take it!)

but we do have good exchanges for the most part.

I agree with that.

225 posted on 04/14/2006 9:07:42 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

that is why it is ALWAYS the best to start as great friends and if more develops.. great.. too often it turns into a romantic/lusty relationship before the duo is even half acquainted

226 posted on 04/14/2006 9:07:55 PM PDT by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)

To: Army Air Corps

Remember Trigger Happy from Wierd Al?

Trigger Happy

Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There's no feeling any greater
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day

Well, you can't take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight
I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day

(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away

Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again
Now why'd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad
You know, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day

Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
We'll have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, I'm so trigger happy, trigger happy every day

Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
We'll all get liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves

Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day

227 posted on 04/14/2006 9:08:05 PM PDT by Maximus_Ridiculousness

It is the pop-up that FR uses to signal to you when someone sends an FR mail to you or replies to one of your posts.

228 posted on 04/14/2006 9:08:56 PM PDT by Army Air Corps (The UN 1967 Outer Space Treaty is bad for America and bad for humanity - DUMP IT)

To: DollyCali; Army Air Corps

what is "pinger"?

I guess he means the notifier, LOL!

229 posted on 04/14/2006 9:08:57 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

To: Army Air Corps

230 posted on 04/14/2006 9:08:58 PM PDT by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)

231 posted on 04/14/2006 9:09:25 PM PDT by rzeznikj at stout (This Space For Rent. Call 555-1212 for more info.)

Ohhh, yeah, she was cute.

232 posted on 04/14/2006 9:09:35 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

To: Maximus_Ridiculousness

You bet. I have the CD.

233 posted on 04/14/2006 9:09:37 PM PDT by Army Air Corps (The UN 1967 Outer Space Treaty is bad for America and bad for humanity - DUMP IT)

To: Army Air Corps

you are kidding.. didn't know it existed. How/where do I find this little gem?

234 posted on 04/14/2006 9:09:45 PM PDT by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)

235 posted on 04/14/2006 9:10:06 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

I think its very difficult to bridge the gap between friends and lovers, unless that attraction was always there anyway. Often it isn't. I say start with someone fresh, and don't pine over a 'friend.'

236 posted on 04/14/2006 9:10:28 PM PDT by HitmanLV (Some people like to dash it out, but they just can't take it!)

On the forum page there is a speaker icon in the upper right-hand corner. Click on it.

237 posted on 04/14/2006 9:12:11 PM PDT by Army Air Corps (The UN 1967 Outer Space Treaty is bad for America and bad for humanity - DUMP IT)

Here is the link. Keep a window open for it, so you so you can hear your pings.

http://www.freerepublic.com/perl/notify?spoken=no;bell=/media/notify.wav

238 posted on 04/14/2006 9:12:40 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

To: DollyCali; Army Air Corps; HitmanLV

I've seen some posters typed... Pingo or Pinga, which in Spanish means the male sex organ.

239 posted on 04/14/2006 9:15:50 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

To: Victoria Delsoul; All

Here’s a great sports story for y’all -- especially the hockey fans among you . . .

The story dates back to the early 1990s, and involves one of the great hockey legends from the Soviet Union -- defenseman Viacheslav “Slava” Fetisov. Fetisov -- sometimes called “the Russian Bobby Orr” -- was one of the greatest hockey players ever to step on the ice. He played for the famed Central Red Army team in Moscow since the late 1970s, and was the dominant player on a Soviet national team that won a total of nine World Championship and Olympic titles in the 1980s. But he was always quite a renegade in the Soviet Union, and was constantly fighting against the heavy-handed tactics of the Soviet coaches who rules their teams with an iron fist.

The New Jersey Devils of the National Hockey League had drafted Fetisov back in the mid-1980s, when the Soviet government wasn’t allowing any of its players to play in North America. But during the era of Gorbachev’s glasnost and perestroika they finally allowed some of these players to sign contracts with NHL teams. Fetisov was one of a group of several older Soviet stars who were permitted to emigrate to the U.S. and Canada in the late 1980s.

The Devils used to open their practice sessions to the public, and one day in the early 1990s I stopped by on a day off from school to see the players up close. There were maybe a dozen people in the bleachers at South Mountain Arena that morning before the players came out for practice. Instead of sitting up in the bleachers with everyone else, I casually sauntered over to the other side of the rink and stood just behind one of the benches. Spectators weren’t supposed to be there, but I figured I’d stay there as long as I could until someone came and chased me away.

The players came out of the locker room and skated onto the ice. They went through an informal warm-up period before the practice began, and Slava Fetisov skated right over to the bench and began leaning against the boards and stretching his legs out. He was one scary-looking, stone-faced guy, and when he looked over at me I just nodded at him (it ain’t cool to ask players for autographs when they’re on the rink, and that would surely draw some unwanted attention from the arena security staff). He nodded slightly and then went back to his stretching.

I suddenly remembered a story I had read in the newspaper a few days earlier. Fetisov had written a book about his hockey career in the Soviet Union, and it recently been released to great fanfare in Moscow a week earlier. He was something of a celebrity in Russia -- due to his highly-publicized battles with the governing body of hockey in the Soviet Union -- and the book had a lot of personal details about the trials and tribulations of a great athlete behind the Iron Curtain during the latter stages of the Cold War. I thought to myself: I bet he'll get a kick out of this.

“Hey Slava,” I called over to him, “When are you going to have your book translated into English and released here in the U.S.?”

He didn’t look over at me, but he did answer (same stone-faced expression as always) in broken English with his heavy Russian accent:

“Book is not for Amedi-cans. Is for Russians only.”

“Oh, come on,” I answered, “I think a lot of hockey fans here in the U.S. would love to read what you’ve written.”

“No,” he continued (same stone-faced expression), “Only Russians understand Soviet hockey experience.”

“I still think you should translate it. I’d definitely buy it.”

His stony face didn’t change, and now he even got a bit annoyed as he got ready for the start of practice. He looked over at me with a pissed-off look of the former Central Red Army captain that he was.

“Why you so serious about dis, anyway? And why you want to read dis book?”

“’Cause I think you’ll be the next in a line of great Russian literary giants,” I said, “Dostoyevsky . . . Solzhenitsyn . . . Fetisov.”

He couldn’t resist that one. A small grin appeared on his face, and he shook his head with an expression that said, “What the heck is this dude thinking?” as he picked up his gloves and prepared to skate to one end of the ice for the start of practice.

“You will be veddy disappointed if you tink I write like doze men!”

240 posted on 04/14/2006 9:16:41 PM PDT by Alberta's Child (Can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?)

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