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#231
05-27-2005, 05:29 AM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
Thats one nice ass in your avatar! [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]
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#233
05-30-2005, 01:14 AM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere. Like that time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville; I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickle, and in those days, nickles had pictures of bumblebees on them. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war; the only thing you can get was those big yellow ones... [/ QUOTE ] I don't know what you're talking about. There were plenty of white onions in those days. You just needed to know where to find them. See, at the corner of the neighborhood, you know, near the trailer park, there used to be a guy who only sold white onions. Or were they the purple ones? Anyway, he could get whatever you needed, which is probably why the trailer tenants could never move out. I remember walking to school with those kids. They used a different kind of money than us kids from the North side of the block. Had some funny bumblebees on them or something like that if I remember. Anyway, in grandma's attic one summer I found a whole box of them. It wasn't until I was older that I realized she must have come from that part of the neighborhood. Anyway, what I don't understand is why you'd want white onions for in the first place. Sure, they were "in vogue", but trying to hook up with a local girl was next to impossible. Unless of course you were around the South side of the block. Garlic wouldn't scare them off. No, sir. Anyway....what was I saying? Onaflag........... [/ QUOTE ] Actually the place was Martinsville, not Morganville. The old guy that sold the white onions had a cousin named Morgan, and it seems the cousin was the coroner, minister, and self-appointed historian. The cousin was so mad after Alfred E Martin got his 15 year-old sister pregnant( and then ran off with the fat lady in the circus) that he changed the name on the county township map to Morganville, and then shipped it off all official-like to the county clerk and the National Geographic Society. Anyway, years later the fat lady had a kid with three eyes, (and an onion sized lump on the back of his knee that they called a Baker's cyst, but it really wasn't) and the kid saw the name Morganville (which he thought was Shelbyville) on a map in his grade 5 geography book. The kid didn't do nothin right away, bad after his fourth year in grade 5 he told the teacher that somthin was amuck (he really said that - amuck). His teacher checked it out with the county clerk and sure enough he tracked things back and found that the place never was Morganville.. Anyway, it also turns out the Matin guy never did get the 15 year-old pregnant, but did suffocate one night when the fat lady rolled over, and they ended up burying him in a family plot in Shelbyville, which used to be Martinsville or Morganville, depending on who you talk to.... [/ QUOTE ] A few of the facts seem distorted. First, the fat lady, as you so rudely call her, was my mom. Her version of the suffocation was much different. She was in fact pregnant in 1963, which, by pure coincidence, was the year I happened to be born. Now, cousin Frank, who wasn't all that skinny himself, decided to find out once and for all if that mole on both of his parents face really ran in the family. Morganville was just too damn far to walk to get to the library where he could do some research. You see, 3rd cousin Tiffany (not the nearby town) worked there. She had the same mole. To outsiders, it was pretty gross, but we were all used to it since everyine in town had the same "birthmark". Well, to make a long story short, it was uncle Ed who got drunk one night. In those days there were no cops. This was even before alcohol which proves Ed's genius. Anyway, the broad that stood him up turned out to be his wife. Later, that is. After Dad approved of his son marrying across the street. What the Hell? It was his brother's house, so what could be the harm. One more concubine is the way he saw it. Anyway, the onion thing is traditionally part of this culture and I believe I have now proved it. Please do not misrepresent the facts of the white onion anymore. Onaflag............... [/ QUOTE ] What time does the bus arrive? Does it stop in Oshkosh? Will they stop for din-din? Thanks. |
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#235
05-31-2005, 01:56 AM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] When will it snow? [/ QUOTE ] Thursday. Do you see why? If not, visit the Zoo a month or two ago in regard to Party Poker bonus timing. I'll let others elaborate. [/ QUOTE ] Scientists have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Thursday has nothing to do with snow. It's just a coincidence that even mathmatical wizards cannot figure out. Just because something happens at a certain time over and over again does not mean it will ever happen again. As a matter of fact, some things never happen when you'd absolutely think they should. Take Wednesday for example. Have you ever seen it snow on a Wednesday? You know why? Neither do I. I'd certainly like to know why the sun shines when I'm working and it rains like Hell when I'm fishing, though. Answer that and the world will finally be at peace. Onaflag......... |
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#236
06-01-2005, 06:18 PM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] When will it snow? [/ QUOTE ] Thursday. Do you see why? If not, visit the Zoo a month or two ago in regard to Party Poker bonus timing. I'll let others elaborate. [/ QUOTE ] Scientists have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Thursday has nothing to do with snow. It's just a coincidence that even mathmatical wizards cannot figure out. Just because something happens at a certain time over and over again does not mean it will ever happen again. As a matter of fact, some things never happen when you'd absolutely think they should. Take Wednesday for example. Have you ever seen it snow on a Wednesday? You know why? Neither do I. I'd certainly like to know why the sun shines when I'm working and it rains like Hell when I'm fishing, though. Answer that and the world will finally be at peace. Onaflag......... [/ QUOTE ] RE: raining when you are fishing. The general consensus is that it is due to your body heat causing more water vapor to rise off the water you are fishing, which reduces the water in the lake, river, or ocean, which then causes the fish to pray for rain. |
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#237
06-01-2005, 07:23 PM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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I'd certainly like to know why the sun shines when I'm working and it rains like Hell when I'm fishing, though. [/ QUOTE ] Simple - the reason is that fish are poor dancers. For proof I merely ask you to think about it, honestly and commonsensically. I mean, if they were good dancers, do you think they would be sitting at home, on the computer, playing Party Poker and pissing away money by losing-losing-losing while self-deluding themselves that they were just about to turn it around, and hence depositing another $200 is a good idea? Of course not. If they were good dancers, they would be out at a night club impressing girls, pissing away money by buying same drinks and flowers and dinners and self-deluding themselves that they were just about to find a girl who would go home with them and allow them to indulge in wild fantasies, hence buying that $200 set of concert tickets is a good idea. Having thus established that fish are poor dancers (but don't make fun of them, you try being a good dancer with no feet), the rest is easy - I'm sure you all could see why now, but I'll elaborate just this once. When the fisherman ventures out in his boat with his six-pack and his pole, all the fish start doing a "make the drunk spill his beer and fall out of the boat" dance but, being poor dancers, it strongly resembles a rain dance and thus rain ensues. It's simple, really. |
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#239
06-02-2005, 04:39 AM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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#240
06-03-2005, 12:12 AM
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Re: a test (don\'t bother reading this one)
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[ QUOTE ] never again [/ QUOTE ] Really? [/ QUOTE ] She used to be unpopular. But then one night, she showed up to dinner with freshly laundered fingernails. After that the boys could dream of no one else....... |
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