Luckyforward

As a father of two daughters who are 20 and 23, your story brings back many sweet memories and I rejoice with you. This also says a great deal about you as a father. Your girls feel free to have fun with you in this way!

Now everyone . . . let's be kind! Put him on a starvation diet and THEN execute him!

I used to own one and had no trouble with it . . . I sold it to my cousin only because he wanted it so badly when he got his HCP and he offered me a gun in trade and way too much $$$$$!

Exactly what I was going to suggest. If you have never fired a handgun, get used to a revolver first due to its inherent simplicity.

My wife's favorite drink!

Great laugh!

Yes, very much like a long island tea . . . only better

Congrats and thanks to all who make this the BEST forum!

Runway kill giraffe . . . YUM

Whoa . . .

BTW . . . Bacardi makes an already mixed drink called "Rum Island Iced Tea." It is REALLY good . . .

I'm sorry . . . where do I send the keyboard?!

Tonight Bacardi and Coke with a splash of bitters -

I am dyin'

I'm out of tequila . . . LOL

Thanks for clearing that up - I've often wondered about the difference in the two!

Baked Beans One day I met a sweet lady and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my wife and told her that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my wife seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight!' She then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as she was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. She made me promise not to touch the blindfold until she returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my wife was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my wife returned, apologizing for taking so long. She asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not. At this point, she removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!' I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boy . . . now that TGO is back I can stop taking Valium and chasing it with tequila

Hey . . . I wish I had a cool name like "Basil" . . .

Now put a nice pair of Hogue grips on it, and you are set to go!

I know its old, but oldies are goodies . . .

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Nashville is the only city I have ever lived in where cars and pools have to be sold by blondes with big boobs . . .