HarryWeezer

Rot in hell you fuck!!! God Bless our men and women in uniform. Job well done!!!

Tornadoes north and south of us last night in NE Tennessee/SW Virginia; at least 13 dead here. Anyone sustain damage; injury???

So very, very sorry. My deepest sympathies to all of the family.

I celebrated by cutting down a willow in my back yard. It screamed in agony. I just laughed.

Happy Birthday Pete. Got you a drool bucket but don't know where to send it.

Have a great one...

Yup, Yop - what they said!

Come on you designers - there are all manner of possibilities here (and none of them good )

Damn. Sorry to hear Toes. Best of luck!!!

wildthing Sgt Harry Weezer once again proves he is on his knees in front of rugger. Yah, but I get paid for it, which beats hell out of kissing his ass for nothing except your own self-gratification.

wildthing Ignore harry he always has to be so fucking technical. Have fun and watch out for the knife in the back. Uh, having some fun with him ya dumb shit!

A man washed up on a desert island after a ship wreck. The only other survivors were a sheep and a sheepdog. The three of them got into the habit of going down to the beach every evening to watch the sunset. One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds and the breeze was warm and gentle. It was a perfect night for romance. As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely man. Soon, he leaned over and put his arm around the sheep. But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man backed away. A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Nancy Pelosi. That evening, the man took Nancy to watch the sunset. It was another beautiful tropical evening-perfect for romance. Before long the man started to get "those feelings" again. He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in, moved closer to Nancy and told her he hadn’t had sex for months. Nancy batted her long, lovely eyelashes and asked if there was anything she could do to help. "Yes," he said, "Take the dog for a walk."

You freakin' canooks can't spell worth a damn. It's BULLWINKLE, not BULLWINK, you almost-an-Idiot. Welcome, regardless...

He may have a new suit, but he's still wearing last month's underwear.

Bushape Well Harry I guess we are related somewhere there. I am a direct descendant of Edward I also. he was the father of Joan of Arc. I get confused somewhere there. They were so inbred it was crazy. Having their children marrying the children of other countries, and then back and fourth, it gets kind of confusing. If you want more info on the past line of Edward I (before Edward I), then let me know, the line goes way back. And is quite interesting. I have spent hundreds of hours doing my family tree. I have over 5,000 confirmed grandparents in my tree. Not like it really means anything, it was just something to do. I hear that. I've been at it more than 30 years and have more than 10,000 ancestors in my database. Fortunately, of my 8 great grandparents, 7 were French Canadian so it was easy to trace them through the parish registers in Quebec. My genealogy is here: www.ogdensburg.info/genealogy and if Edward I is your ancestor I'm sure you know that so is Fernando of Spain, among various other European heads of state.

Somebody needs some help...

Bienvenue XI a vous idiot de freakin'

Well, just to clarify, I am a direct descendant of Edward I (Longshanks) and therefore of "royal" blood. At some point, I guess, I need to press my claim for a dukedom or whatever. At the least, I should be a Lord (not in the religious sense and I do apologize for the religious reference; this isn't the place for that.)

I can't imagine being so bored, so absolutely devoid of anything even slightly useful to do, that I would watch one minuted of a royal wedding. It seems unbelievable that great nations like England and Japan - among others - hang on to this medieval construct of "royalty." Then again, billions of people continue to erect great and expensive edifices wherein to bow down to some invisible being which lives up in the sky and promises them that when their flesh rots, they'll live on, walking golden streets and playing harps - associated bullshit. Amazing - absolutely amazing.

Sort of beckons you home, eh Chile my friend?

Stunning. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the intervening nations would get their shit in order so that an American could feel absolutely safe in driving to and through South America?

It should default to 32 bit on 64-bit machines; if not, here's what to do: http://timesnews.net/blogger.php?id=5&postid=7940

http://www.betanews.com/article/Never-lose-another-game-file-or-settings-again/1302726427

Ya gotta admit, things were more quiet and peaceful back then. An addendum: The ads inspired memories of growing up in the '50s. We had nothing to masturbate over except the occasional National Geo pictures or the women's bra/panties section of the Montgomery War catalog - until, that is, I found my father's porn book in his basement workshop. Right next to where he hid it until his auger bits, was an old stuffed chair. Years later, after my father died, we were cleaning out the basement and I mentioned that we needed to carry that old chair out. My youngest brother responded, "Oh, yah, the jackoff chair." I had two older brothers, and four younger brothers, and after some discussion, we learned that each, in their turn, had found that book, and used that same chair for their, uh, self-entertainment. None of us wanted to touch it. In fact, we left that chair right where it was and from what I understand, when the house was sold to a neighbor and he tore it down, he dumped the debris into the basement. The jackoff chair still exists, though it will never be used again.

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