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Good morning Mr. and Mrs. America and all ships at sea!

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Get the old rooster here to do double duty!

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Have a great day,,,, and be safe!
 
Having a downer day here today.:(
Memorial service later today for a friend who was an inspiration to everyone who knew him. He lost both legs in a farm accident when he was 23 but pulled himself up by the non-existent boot straps and continued to farm on his own, played golf and lived a very full life to age 73. He always had a smile & a twinkle in his eye and never complained. RIP, Artie, may you be able to drive that race car yourself up there!

back to your regular scheduled drift........
 
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Having a downer day here today.:(
Memorial service later today for a friend who was an inspiration to everyone who knew him. He lost both legs in a farm accident when he was 23 but pulled himself up by the non-existent boot straps and continued to farm on his own, played golf and lived a very full life to age 73. He always had a smile & a twinkle in his eye and never complained. RIP, Artie, may you be able to drive that race car yourself up there!

back to your regular scheduled drift........


I know the feeling of such loss - but consider how fortunate you were to have known him.
 
Apropos of this post. About 20 years ago I knew a female police officer who was absolutely gorgeous. She was assigned to downtown Boston on the night shift. One night we were in the station doing a prisoner check and she was there in civilian clothes. She was incredibly sexy. At the same time the cops were running hooker stings on the weekends, using female officers posing as prostitutes.

I said "Hi xxxx, are you doing hooker stings tonight?"

"No I'm off duty, are you saying I'm dressed like a whore?"

As I said in another thread today. "No one ever got in trouble by keeping their mouth shut."

She actually took it with a sense of humor, she just saw a good opportunity to bust my stones.
 
A WOMAN'S POEM
He didn't like the casserole,
and he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were to hard,
not like his mother used to make.
I didn't make the coffee right,
He didn't like my stew.
I didn't fold his pants
the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around,
and be-awch slapped the (expletive deleted) out of him,
Just the way his mother used to do:D:D:D
 
You guys start talking about breakfast, and this pops into my head.
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Why does this sound good to me for breakfast? That can't be right. And no...I sure ain't pregnant.
Ooooooo! I've had chili dogs for breffast. MMMMMMmmmm!
Hungry for one now, but it's nearly bedtime.
If I gave into my cravings, there'd be indigestionish hell to pay.

I'm sick. Good night. That is all.
You didn't just have a chilidog, did you bigride?
Go see post 13873. I think the stuff's call Alkysletzer.

Boy. I've been busy. My body's tired, and ready to rest. But, my brain doesn't want to stop being busy.
19-2 vs. 19-4. Fan on or fan off. How am I ever going to get the dang garden planted; when the time is O.K.,
it's raining?

Congrats on reaching 14,000 Posts. How many are we away from Everest level? 29,028 ft. Hmmmm. 14,968?
Good night, Drifters! I will now go and hug my pillow, and think of all of you sleeping safe and snuggy.
 
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