Timestepper

Well put, Sir! But I still think he needs to have something to do with his offspring - even if it's only a reminder to him of his own sh!theadedness.

Thanks. I've drank so much cranberry juice since Monday that I'm starting to dream about Ocean Spray commercials. I'd read about olive oil/lemon juice thing, but since I had my gall bladder yanked a few years back, I get a little leery of ingesting that much straight oil at one time. Might try the vinegar. And I'm sure that if I haven't passed it by Tuesday the urologist will pretty much demand I do the ultrasound therapy. Just kinda' sucks. Always just more or less muscled my way through before, but damned if this little bitty chunk of calcium oxalate hasn't just kicked the crap outta' me... and it hasn't had to anything but just sit there to do it!

Seems to be pretty fond of "slapping the banana" too.

robtattoo & cardcutter - Ya'll just reminded me of a funny story: Up home, in Kansas, I used to do a fair amount of living history fort Old Fort Hays Historic Site, primarily portraying either a fur trade era Western Mountain man or a post fur trade (Western Indian Wars) Civilian Army Scout. As a result, I was much interviewed by both newspaper and television. Well, me and the director of the site were always butting heads and he was always telling me that I shouldn't have said something in the particular way I said it and how I was supposed to abide by the rules and do things his way if I wanted to keep on coming out, etc... And I remember one time in particular when I explained to a reporter that "Well, I certainly can't speak for everyone, but for me - and maybe others, too - this kinda' started out as a hobby because I was interested in history, then it became a passion. Then I woke up one morning and realized that it had become an obsession and I can't think of anything I'd rather do in my spare time than educate folks about what really happened back then and how it happened." And the director pulled me aside later and chewed my butt for using the word "obsession" because it "sounds a little too far out there." And I promised that I'd be more careful with my wording in the future when talking to the press. The next day was Saturday and there was big doin's going on at the Fort and damned if Bob (the director) didn't look straight into the local news camera and say. "Well, we've got some of the best living history docents and interpreters out here that you'll find anywhere in the country and I think with most of them, it probably started out as kind've a hobby and then, somewhere along the line, it turned into, well, almost an obsession..."

Long and short of it: I've been fighting a damn kidney stone since last Monday morning. Spent 3 hours in an emergency walk-in clinic Monday, then a total of 7 hours between that clinic and the E.R. at Park West on Thursday. I've been doing everything the docs and common sense tells me to do and I still can't pass the little 4mm son of a bitch! Got an appointment with a urologist next Tuesday, but I really can't afford any more time off than I've already taken. So, since I am now officially at the end of my rope - I must be, I'm posting about it on a gun forum, for Christsake - does anyone have any suggestions as to how I can get rid of this damn thing? At this point any suggestion, serious, funny or down right mean will be appreciated. I've had kidney stones in the past (last one was 8 or 9 years ago) and none of them has kicked my butt like this one. And I am so freaking sick and tired of being so freaking sick and tired that I'm about to come unglued. Help?

Okay, several have expressed interest in this and I think that's super. BUT, good ol' Spots is the HMFIC (Head mother-effer in Charge) and, as such, is the one you'll need to contact about the particulars. Me, I'm just gonna' show up and try not to bore everyone to tears or snore them out of camp. I will mention that I plan on camping out Friday night if at all possible and, even though it's not exactly a "primitive" thing to do, I'll be bringing ear plugs... so that I don't have to listen to you guys bitch about my snoring. All joking aside, I'm looking forward to this, but again, SPOTS is the HMFIC for this get-together and he's the one we'll need to get in touch with regarding where, when, and how. If you haven't voted for a particular date, then by all means check your calendar and see which date would work best for you and then let Spots know by clicking on said date in the O.P. - it's the only way he/we can find out for sure what's going to work best for those who want to attend.

You know what's really sad about this? The fact that this irresponsible, unenviable cretin has all these kids that will never have a caring, responsible father for a role model while men (like myself and several others I know), who would have been good dads were, for whatever reason, never able to produce kids. And you know what's even sadder than that? The fact that - precisely because of cretins like this and the current state of society in general - I no longer regret not having kids. I think, however, that the state should help him. I think it should give him a free surgical castration, and then set up a big mean @ss case worker who will guaran-damn-tee that he works a minimum of 100 hours a week with Sundays off so that he can spend time - a minimum of 12 hours each Sunday - with his children. In short, he'd either be working, sleeping or raising his kids - no movies, no bars, no I-pods/I-pads, no more screwing like a rabbit. Either that, or we could take him and all his women and kids and just drop them off somewhere out back of beyond and let them fend for themselves, because I for one am God-damn tired of society supporting and even encouraging this kind of morally reprehensible, irresponsible behavior! :wall: Note to liberals: I don't mind helping folks out. And I don't mind you helping folks out. BUT, when you start helping folks out by giving them my freaking money... Well, yeah - then I get a little god-damned irritated! Ok, rant off.

Vomitus Onlineus Magnificus, otherwise known as "super 'puter puke." You're welcome.

Awww, ain't that cute? He's man-crushing on you, Caster!

Penicillin will clear that right up!

I feel your pain, Mike. That's what I was hoping for when I found this. Sorry

Indeed, very nice!!!

Hmmm... Lost the bet, huh?

X or O? tictactoeonline

Agreed. It's morons like this that make a person wish birth control could be made retroactive. 'Course if he twirls that peestola the wrong way one too many times, it may very well end up that way.

There were two reasons I blew a gasket. 1st, Someday the pic will be gone but the words will still be there and some inexperienced moron will undoubtedly come across them and think that he can do it.(I lost good friend to precisely that kind of stupidity several years ago.) 2nd, I have been fighting a kidney stone this week and gradually losing the battle (just got home from a 7 hour stint in the E.R.), so what I might have just ordinarily blown off prompted a rather overblown response. Even snapped at a couple of people here that I respect immensely, just because I felt so damn lousy that all logic, reasoning and manners on my part seemed to go right out the window. And yeah, I'll concede the point that super sick water can navigated with absolutely the wrong equipment - hell, I floated part of the Grand Canyon in an innertube when I was like 17 or something - but, just 'cause it can be don't mean it should be.

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That's just asinine! You've made a blanket statement - without bothering to toss in any qualifiers - that could potentially get some damned fool into serious trouble! (I can see it now: "What were you thinking, taking a 17' Adirondack canoe into class IV rapids?!!!" Well, some guy on TGO said I could!") Depending upon the canoe, yes, you can go 99% of the places you can take a kayak . But pardon me for not wanting to take a 16' flat bottomed, keeled canoe into the same water as that guy in your pic. Sorry, I just value my @ss too much to see it broken into a jillion little pieces of fish food.

Would love to have a fishing kayak, but there are other things I need to buy first. So I'll settle for my canoe - It's not quite as portable and I can't hit the big fast water like you lucky kayakers, but it's stable and I can haul 2 people and 300 plus pounds of gear so I guess I'll stay with what I've got. Oh, and you canoe guys who haven't yet invested in a canoe cart would be well advised to check 'em out - if I can find a pic of mine, I'll post it a little later.

Congrats! Here's hoping for many more to come!

WARNING: Scientists have been found to cause cancer in laboratory rats!

Same thing that happens when you run out of food & water and can't get out of your fortress to get more.

The only long gun I own anymore is a .54 Mowrey percussion rifle, but yeah, I still hunt with it and all the accoutrements that go along with the care and feeding of 'er were hand made, mostly by me. Probably won't bother to post pics, mostly because this darn kidney stone is still kicking my butt and I just don't feel like going to that much trouble. I will add that I owned an original (circa1832) double barrel 12 gauge percussion shotgun for many years, but gave it to my best friend in November of 2010 simply because it was too much gun to hunt with in East Tennessee. ...Don...

Problem with any impregnable fortress is that whomever is on the inside is just as screwed as whomever is on the outside. I mean sure, no one can get in, but no one can out either. Might as well just call it what it is: The world's most expensive Mausoleum.

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