ZoidMeister

That ain't no "collection" . . . . that's an armory for your favorite local militia . . . .

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

I have enough guns. Life is difficult when those that you love hate you . . . .

Naw, Zoid doesn't do social media . . . . he much prefers anti-social media . . . Zoid don't do FaceCraigBookList . . . . it's too much work arguing with stupid . . .

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I was able to put together a few sets of these for a couple other gun aficionados . . . . What do you think? I am itching to make some with 1911 Dimes and maybe a set or two of Buffalo Nickel grips. Stay tuned.

It Died . . . . . . An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy,"' said Mr. Wallace. "My Private Part died today and I am very sad." Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I ' m so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my condolences." The following day Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out of his pajamas. He met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Wallace," she said, "you shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas." "But, Nurse Tracy I can't." replied Mr. Wallace. "I told you yesterday that my Private Part died." "Yes," said Nurse Tracy, "you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?" "Well," he replied, "today is the viewing."

Irish Viagra . . . . . An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his advice on reviving her husband's libido . . . . "What about trying Viagra?" asked the doctor. "Not a chance" she replied. "He won't even take an aspirin". "Not a problem," said the doctor. "Give him an Irish Viagra.” "What on Earth is Irish Viagra?" she asked. "It's Viagra dissolved in his morning cup of coffee. He won't even taste it. Let me know how it goes," he said. She called the doctor the very next afternoon. "How did it go?" he asked. "Oh faith, bejaysus and begorrah, doctor, it was terrible. Just horrid, I tell ya! I'm beside meself!" "Oh, no! What in the world happened?" "Well, I did the deed, Doctor, just as you advised. I put the Viagra in his morning coffee, and he drank it. Well, you know, it took effect almost immediately . . . . . he jumped straight up out of his chair with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye, and his pants a-bulging. Then, with one fierce swoop of his arm, he sent the cups saucers, and everything else that was on the table flying across the room, ripped me clothes to tatters and passionately took me then and there, right on top of the table. T’was a nightmare, I tell ya, an absolute nightmare!" “Why so terrible?" asked the doctor. "Wasn't the sex good?" "Freakin' jaysus, it was the best sex I've had in me last 25 years, but sure as I'm sittin here, doctor, I'll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!"

Early Retirement Bonuses in the Military The Pentagon recently found it had too many generals and offered an early retirement bonus. They promised any general who retired straight away his full annual benefits plus $10,000 for every inch measured in a straight line between any two parts of the general's body, with the general getting to select any pair of points he wished. The first man, an Air Force general, accepted. He asked the pension man to measure from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Six feet. He walked out with a check of $720,000. The second man, an Army general, asked them to measure from the tip of his outstretched hands to his toes. Eight feet. He walked out with a check for $960,000. When the third general, a grizzled old Marine, was asked where to measure, he told the pension man ... "From the tip of my penis to the bottom of my testicles." The pension man suggested that perhaps the Marine general might like to reconsider, pointing out the nice checks the previous two generals had received. The Marine insisted and the pension expert said that would be fine, but that he'd better get the medical officer to do the measuring. The medical officer attended and asked the general to drop the pants. He did. The medical officer placed the tape on the tip of the general's penis and began to work back. "My God!" he said. "Where are your testicles?" The general replied, "In Vietnam."

Things Women Post on the Internet . . . . A story posted by the wife of an acquaintance . . . . I gave him kudos for his response. I had lunch with 2 of my friends. One is engaged, one is a mistress and I am married (for 20+ years. We were chatting about our relationships and decided to amaze our men by greeting them at the door wearing a black bra, stiletto heels and a mask over our eyes. We agreed to meet in a few days to exchange notes.. Here's what happened: My Engaged Friend: The other night when my fiancé came over, he found me wearing only a black bra, tall stilettos and a mask. He saw me and said, 'You are the woman of my dreams. I love you' Then we made passionate love all night long The Mistress: Me too! The other night I met my lover at his office and I was wearing a raincoat. Under it I had only the black bra, heels and a mask over my eyes. When I opened the raincoat he didn't say a word, but he started to tremble and we had wild sex all night. Then I Had To Share My Story: When my husband came home I was wearing a black bra, black stockings, stilettos and a mask over my eyes. When he came in the door and saw me he said, ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ "What's for dinner, Zorro?

Do you mean the cocobolo double diamonds? I can check a few sources for you. Is the Defender smaller than a traditional officer size grip? Lemme know.

OK, I'm the one who usually derails threads . . . . let's get back to your kids taking these mid 60's toys to school . . . .

KahrMan, So the "cost" is the little screen capture freeware link that trails the photos, and an embedded link to the site in the photo itself, right? Do they allow you to manage your photos, once uploaded? it doesn't look like there is a file management interface. I am assuming you have to upload each image and get the link each time you want to post something. How do you like it so far? Z