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USO Canteen FReeper Style ~ Pancakes on Wednesday ~ 5 November 2003
Canteen FRiends ~ Radix ~ Society for the Banishment of Burkas
Posted on 11/05/2003 2:10:34 AM PST by Radix
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To: Valin
1933 Chicago Bears 30 game unbeaten streak ends to Patriots (10-0)
No way! You are testing me here. There is no way this happened. LOL!
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posted on
11/05/2003 3:56:35 PM PST
by
Radix
(I had this Tag Line all ready to go, but I did not want to distract anybody from my message.)
To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
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posted on
11/05/2003 3:59:51 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: Radix
Thank you for the pictures of our soldiers.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:00:16 PM PST
by
MEG33
To: Hondo1952
Dude, I am only a half minute into this link. I am laughing my ass off already.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:05:31 PM PST
by
Radix
(I had this Tag Line all ready to go, but I did not want to distract anybody from my message.)
To: Hondo1952
Curse of the Bambino(TM)
LOL!
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:07:12 PM PST
by
Radix
(I had this Tag Line all ready to go, but I did not want to distract anybody from my message.)
To: bentfeather; 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub; Radix; tomkow6; SouthernHawk; MoJo2001; LindaSOG; Valin; ...
Piles of fun: The Weir kids -- Allie (left), Peter and Katie-- take census of their leaves in Everett, Wash.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:13:14 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Yes, I ate! LOL
To: bentfeather; 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub; Radix; tomkow6; SouthernHawk; MoJo2001; LindaSOG; Valin; ...
Don't shoot, I'm not armed! When a snowball fight breaks out outside school in St. Paul, Minn., sixth-grader Rita Zappa makes herself scarce.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:26:48 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: Hondo1952
Oh you are bad Hondo, really bad. You make me think of things that probably are better off forgotten.
Once upon a time a Baker was having some personal problems. After a time he decided to get medical help, and began to have regular visits with a Therapist.
After months of the treatments he walks into the Psychiatrist's office for his regularly scheduled appointment. He sits and he talks, and he confesses that he has this insatiable urge to insert his most private part into the Bread Slicer at the bakery where he works.
The Doctor tells him that he must resist this horrible impulse, and he advises him to double his scheduled visits. So he comes to the Shrink twice as often for a time, but the impulses never cease. One day, the Baker does not show up for his appointment. Weeks go by. The Head Shrinker becomes concerned, but is confounded because his patient has vanished.
Finally, the Psy-Doctor who has kept the hour open decides to get a drink as the Baker has once again not showed up for his appointment. He enters the local water hole, and don't you know he sees his former patient sitting at the bar.
The Doctor who has been very concerned notices that the Baker has two black eyes, a swollen lip, and is in a generally unkempt condition. The Doc says to him, " Baker, where have you been what happened to you?"
The Baker replies, " Well Doc, do you remember that impulse that I had about the bread slicer?"
Doc replies, " Of course, that is why I am so concerned."
Baker says, " Well Doc, I did it. I put my private part into the Bread Slicer."
Doc: "Oh my God that is horrible, are you OK?"
Baker: Well, I suppose that I will be alright, but her husband found out about it, he beat me up badly, I lost my job, and now my wife wants a divorce!
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:33:07 PM PST
by
Radix
(I had this Tag Line all ready to go, but I did not want to distract anybody from my message.)
To: Radix
190
posted on
11/05/2003 4:41:04 PM PST
by
tomkow6
(...the Poet's are in the lard...the Poet's are in the lard...the Poet's are in the lard...the Poet's)
To: tomkow6
Hey Bro! ((HUGS))
WHat's up?
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:42:24 PM PST
by
Bethbg79
(God bless our Troops and their families!)
To: Radix
Hello! Good to see you!
Thanks for the Troops pictures everyday!
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:43:23 PM PST
by
Bethbg79
(God bless our Troops and their families!)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Hi Ma!
(((HUGS)))
How is your Wednesday going?
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:43:56 PM PST
by
Bethbg79
(God bless our Troops and their families!)
To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
Hi Mr Tonkin!
Thanks for the fireplace this evening!
((HUGS))
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:44:40 PM PST
by
Bethbg79
(God bless our Troops and their families!)
To: Bethbg79
This is from my son who is a fireman.
One day a florist goes for a haircut. After the cut, he goes to pay the
barber and the barber replies: "I am sorry. I cannot accept money from
you, I am doing community service." The florist is happy and leaves the
shop.
The next morning when the barber goes to open his shop there is a card
and a dozen roses waiting at his door.
A butcher goes for a haircut and he also goes to pay the barber and the
barber replies: "I am sorry. I cannot accept money from you, I am doing
community service." The butcher is happy and leaves the shop.
The next morning the barber goes to open his shop, there is a thank you
card and a package of steaks waiting at his door.
A firefighter goes for a haircut and goes to pay the barber. The barber
replies: "I am sorry. I cannot accept money from you, I am doing a
community service.
The next morning when the barber goes to open his shop, guess what he
finds at the door?
two dozen other Firefighters waiting for free haircuts.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:54:33 PM PST
by
fatima
(Prayers for all our troops,also Karen,4ID,stay safe.)
To: Hondo1952
A Golf Joke
A man, while playing on the front nine of a complicated golf course, became confused as to where he was on the course. Looking around, he saw a lady playing ahead of him. He walked up to her,explained his confusion and asked her if she knew what hole he was playing. I'm on the 7th hole,"she replied, "and you are a hole behind me so you must be on the 6th hole." He thanked her and went back to his golf. On the back nine, the same thing happened and he approached her again with the same request. "I'm on number 14, and you're still a hole behind, so you must be on the 13th hole." Once again he thanked her and returned to his play. He finished his round and went to the clubhouse where he saw the same lady sitting at the end of the bar. He asked the bartender if he knew the lady. The bartender said that she was a sales lady and played the course often. He approached her and said, "Let me buy you a drink in appreciation for your help." I understand that you're in the sales profession. I'm in sales also. What do you sell? "I'll tell you, but you're going to laugh," she replied. "No, I won't." "Well, if you must know," she answered, "I work for Tampax." With that, he laughed so hard he almost fell off the barstool. "See," she said. "I knew you'd laugh!" "That's not what I'm laughing at," he replied, "I'm a salesman for Preparation H, so I'm still a hole behind you."
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:55:30 PM PST
by
Radix
(Posts like this could get me banned. Where would FReepers get their Tag Lines from then?)
To: Radix
ME?
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:56:03 PM PST
by
Radix
(What are you doing?)
To: tomkow6
What are you doing?
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:56:50 PM PST
by
Radix
(Are you reading Tag Lines?)
To: LindaSOG
Hello.
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:57:30 PM PST
by
Radix
(What's Up?)
To: Radix
ME?
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posted on
11/05/2003 4:57:43 PM PST
by
Radix
(What's Up?)
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