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Cripes n'other old bastard.... Happy Birfday Clive

I use whatever work truck that currently parked the the driveway but lately I've been thinkin' I need to build me a Sammi or maybe a FJ. A VW turbo diesel Samurai would 30-40 mpg and go damn near anywhere a side by side could.

Crap Kyle you sold out and became a Kalgarian???? Jesus H Christ on a crutch...............................................

Cool

No sweat d00de, 30cm of warm June rain, she be gone in 24 hrs à la 1995........ and a few roads, bridges and maybe a dam or two.

davdev needs to try harder

Oh hell Mike sometimes it just flat out fun to float a size 4 fluorescent pink Chernobyl Ant over their heads

rabble rouser

Well then post some once in while, I was startin' change my opinion about easterners

Jesus christ Ryan I ain't that big a jackass... sheesh BTW WTF you been??

Oh and be careful out there

Well that makes perfect sense

Actually Slick, what I said was pepper spray was good enough for me. I could give a s hit what eastcoast salmon fishermen prone to stupid statements carry for bear protection. I know the rancher in question, that old boy could shoot the wings off a travelin' horsefly at 18yds and he also knew that bear was fully committed when he dropped him and not at 250 yds like 90% of these gun totin' bear paranoid wannabe rambos would try. Now, do y'all need lessons on how sex and travel works??? I could hook you up Sunshine.

Jesus you're a talkative bugger Tex but you and I are pretty much thinkin' the same. Someone showed me how and where and by christ it's gonna get passed along.

Read post #126 out loud for us would you.

Betcha he didn't shoot it at 16.5 metres with a point454 Casulls either .... just sayin'

Two old ladies, Mabel and Maude, are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Mabel pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking. "What the hell is that?" asks Maude. "A condom," replies Mabel. "This way my cigarette doesn't get wet." "Where did you get it?" asks Maude. "You can get them at any drugstore," says Mabel. The next day, Maude hobble herself into the local drugstore and tells the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at Maude kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years old), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers. "Doesn't matter, Sonny," says Maude, "as long as it fits on a Camel."

A blind man makes his way to a bar stool and orders a drink. After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?" The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him whispers, "Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it is only fair .... given that you are blind.... that you should know five things: 1. The bartender is a blonde woman with a baseball bat. 2. The bouncer is a blonde woman who doesn't need a baseball bat.. 3. I'm a 6-foot-tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate. 4. The woman sitting next to you on the other side also is blonde and she's a professional weight lifter. 5. And the woman standing right behind you is a blonde -- and a professional wrestler. "Now, think about it seriously, mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?" The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and mutters, "Nah! Not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

That might be a better idear, me singin' Georgy Jones would sound like somebody steppin' on a cat.

One of those cheapassed walmart coffee grinders is what I used, worked well enough.

Strange looks? Probably a clue to quit singin' Nickelback. How about some George Jones or Hank Sr.?

Irascible? Well I'm only up to the ornery stage so I'd guess geezerdom is is still somewhere in the future.

Did you know that mink gets a mink the same way a good lookin' woman gets a mink?

Makin's my ass... I don't join Geezerdom for 'nother 3 point 5 yrs but Don does have a point about lake fissin', I've been ponderin' about upgradin' my Fatcat to a Spratley

True dat but I'll never ever be as old as You, Clive and Don