ZoidMeister

That was my initial thought also . . . .

So, a buddy of mine found a really good deal on a 0% AR lower, heat treated T6 aluminum receiver. He bought me one sight unseen because of the price. Now I really need advice on where and how to start. This is the link he gave me where he got it, but the dang firewall keeps blocking it . . . . . I think it arrives next week . . . . . http://www.80percentarms.com/products/0-billet-ar-15-lower-receiver

Why is society so sissified today? Because our kids cannot play with toys like we did when we were young! Proof . . . . (no batteries needed . . . .)!

Anyone active on other sites have an update? I tend to limit my browsing to one or two sites. I'm not on the Colt forum.

Why Parents get Grey Hair . . . . . A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands: Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom. I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant. Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren. Your son, Chad P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer. I love you! P.S.S Call when it is safe for me to come HOME.

42 is also the approximate "half way point" in this journey we call life . . . . 42 is the pinnacle of our health, our careers, children are close to "liberating" the nest (except for me, of course). It's all downhill from there . . . . .

Funny, I had no idea what the book was about until I saw the movie . . . . then it all made sense . . . Admittedly, the production value of the movie DID suck, but the story benefited from the visuals. Acting was pedantic (except for Zooey and John Malkovich) but I could never have visualized Marvin or the Vogons so eloquently.

And be wary of Vogons reciting poetry . . . . Zooey was hot in the movie . . .

Second sphenic, actually . . .

Don't forget your towel . . . . .

Forty-two is a pronic number and an abundant number; its prime factorization 2 · 3 · 7 makes it the second sphenic number and also the second of the form (2 · 3 · r). As with all sphenic numbers of this form, the aliquot sum is abundant by 12. 42 is also the second sphenic number to be bracketed by twin primes; 30 is also a pronic number and also rests between two primes. 42 has a 14-member aliquot sequence 42, 54, 66, 78, 90, 144, 259, 45, 33, 15, 9, 4, 3, 1, 0 and is itself part of the aliquot sequence commencing with the first sphenic number 30. Further, 42 is the 10th member of the 3-aliquot tree.

Troof . . . . .

Fish Tacos anyone . . . . ? (too early?)

http://lotsofhealthy.com/massive-bumble-bee-recall-2-employees-admit-cooking-man-mixing-batch-tuna/ Massive Bumble Bee Recall After 2 Employees Admit Cooking A Man And Mixing Him With A Batch Of Tuna

http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/2017/03/03/breaking-colt-lays-off-custom-shop-director-employees-company-rumored-gutted/ BREAKING: Colt Lays Off Custom Shop Director, Other Employees, Company Rumored Gutted

While I am on a weird, unique, and just plain strange roll, here is another red-headed stepchild to the 1911 . . . . Another, "Not one you'll see every day . . . . " The Ballester-Molina .45 ACP These pistols have a long and storied collection of legends around them. Some claim they were made from recycled metal from the German battleship, the Admiral Graf Spee, that was sunk off Argentina's coast. Some think they are 1911 clones (NOT even close, the resemblance is only skin deep). I won't retype all the folklore around these which includes members of the British secret service, but Google Ballester-Molina to discover some interesting reading. Here are a couple links for your entertainment and edjamacation . . . . https://www.americanrifleman.org/articles/2014/1/30/investigation-of-a-legend-the-graf-spee-and-the-ballester-molina/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballester–Molina Enjoy . . . . Made around 1949 the best I can figure from my research. The markings indicate it was produced for the Argentinian Coast Guard. All matching numbers. The only thing it shares in common with a 1911 is the barrel.

The Irish Daughter . . . . The Irish daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cussed her; "Where have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp! Don't you know what you put your Mum through??!!" The girl, crying, replied, Sniff, sniff . . . "Dad . . . I became a prostitute . . ." "WHAT!!? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!" "OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this luxury fur coat, title deeds to a ten bed-roomed mansion, plus a savings account certificate for £5 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex, and for you Daddy the spanking new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a lifetime membership to the Country Club . . . (takes a breath) . . . an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and . . . ." Her father interrupted, "Now what was it you said you had become?" Girl, crying again, Sniff, sniff . . . "A prostitute Dad!." Sniff, sniff . . . . "Oh! Be Jesus! - you scared me half to death girl! I thought you said "a Protestant". Come here and give your old man a big hug!"

Meet Frank Feldman . . . . . . . A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Frank. Frank Feldman" Passenger: "Who?" Cabbie: "Frank Feldman... he's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time." Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody. Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone, and danced like a Broadway star. And you should have heard him play the piano! He was an amazing guy." Passenger: "Sounds like he was somebody really special." Cabbie: "Oh hell there's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order, and which fork to eat it with. And he could fix anything---. Not like me -I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right." Passenger: "Wow, some guy then." Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made mistakes, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never argue back, even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! I never knew him to make a mistake! No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman." Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him? Cabbie: "Well. I never actually met Frank. He died, and I married his fugging wife"!

Thank you sir, that's very kind of you. I cannot claim credit for writing them, just "borrowing" them - and sometimes fixing da Engritch . . . My Grammar once tole me, "Iff'n ewe cain't speek wright, don' speek atol . . . .

Sunday Golfing . . . . . There once was a preacher who was an avid golfer. Every chance he got, he headed to the links. It became an obsession. One Sunday, he arose to ideal golfing weather. The sun was out, there were no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was perfect. The preacher was in a quandary. The urge to play golf overcame him. He enlisted an assistant, telling him that he was sick and could not give the service. He then packed his car up, and drove 100 miles to a golf course where no one would recognize him. Happily, he began to play the course. An angel up above was watching the preacher and was quite perturbed. The angel went to God saying, "Look at the preacher. He should be punished for what he is doing." God agreed. The preacher took out his driver and teed up on the next hole - a 325 yard par 4. He swung mightily. The ball sailed through the air, straight as an arrow and landed on the green, bounced twice and disappeared into the hole. An amazing feat. A hole-in-one on a par 4. The angel was a shocked and turned to God and said, "Beg your pardon, but I thought you were going to punish him." God smiled. "Think about it -- who can he tell?

It should also be stated that this is the case for ANY state to state firearm sales, whether it be in person, shipped, whatever. This is not just a Tennessee requirement.

The Tennessee Turkey Hunter . . . . . . An 80 year old Tennessee man went to the doctor for a check up and the doctor was amazed at what good shape the guy was in. The doctor asked, "To what do you attribute your good health?" The old timer said, "I'm a turkey hunter, that's why I'm in such good shape. I'm up well before daylight and out chasing turkeys up and down the mountains." The doctor said, "Well, I'm sure that helps, but there has got to be more to it. How old was your dad when he died?" The old timer said, "Who said my dad's dead?" The doctor said, "You mean you're 80 years old and your dad's still alive? How old is he?" The old timer said, "He's 100 years old and in fact he hunted turkey with me this morning, and that's why he's still alive... he's a turkey hunter." The doctor said, "Well, that's great, but I'm sure there's more to it than that. How about your dad's dad? How old was he when he died?" The old timer said, "Who said my grandpa's dead?" The doctor said, "You mean you're 80 years old and your grandfather's still living! How old is he?" The old timer said, "He's 118 years old." The doctor was getting frustrated at this point and said, "I guess he went turkey hunting with you this morning too?" The old timer said, "No . . . Grandpa couldn't go this morning because he got married." The Doctor said in amazement, "Got married!! Why would a 118-year-old guy want to get married?" The old timer said, "Who said he wanted to?"

Lifesavers . . . . . A teacher brought a bowl of candy to share with her 1st Grade students. The children were asked to identify the flavors by their color: Red....................Cherry Yellow................Lemon Green..................Lime Orange ..............Orange Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. None of the children could identify the taste. The teacher said, "OK, I will give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father." One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, "Oh my God! They're ass-holes!" The teacher had to leave the room....

New Boots . . . . ! An elderly couple, Sam and Bessie, are from Austin, Texas. Sam always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots. Seeing some on sale one day, he buys them, and is walking proudly all the way home. He walks into the house and says to his wife, "Notice anything different about me?" Bessie looks him over, "Nope." Frustrated Sam storms off into the bathroom, undresses, and walks back into the room completely naked except for the boots. Again he asks, a little louder this time, "Notice anything DIFFERENT NOW?" Bessie looks up and says, "Sam, what's so different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, and it'll be hanging down again tomorrow." Furious, Sam yells, "AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN BESSIE? IT'S HANGING DOWN BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AND ADMIRING MY NEW COWBOY BOOTS!" To which Bessie replies, ever so slowly, "Ya shoulda bought a hat, Sam. Ya shoulda bought a hat."