no idea where to start

alot of junk that is still here :bang:

sympathy/empathy for ^^^.

....... shorts on!

aw thanks...no worries though...we did alright
if WI was here i just KNOW he woulda bought that gently used breast[sheep milker]pump :rofl:

I've got a foot that's asleep. :rolleyes2

stinky paint fumes driving me bonkers

<---still has Sour Patch Watermelons. ;)

to get some rest

a high speed connection after nearly 4 days with no internet access *gasp*

I've got this thing for short little poems ...

Peter Piper put his pecker in Priscilla's pot,
Pushing, pulling, pulsing ... pow ...
Pretty Prudence soon popped out.

:rolleyes2

I know ... this is the wrong thread, but I just got this in an email and since I just brought up "poetry" in my last post, I'll share it anyway ...

Poetry Contest

The National Poetry Contest had come down to two, a Yale graduate and a redneck from Texas. They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given was "Timbuktu."

First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:

Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels, two by two,
Destination Timbuktu.

The crowd went crazy! No way could the redneck top that, they thought. The redneck calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:

Me and Tim a huntin' went.
Met three whores in a pop up tent.
They was three, and we was two,
So I bucked one, and Timbuktu.

The redneck won hands down!

A long drive and a plane to catch.

a thrill from seeing the Big Green Monster. :D

I've got to start getting ready for work soon. :(