HarryWeezer

Since the penis enlargement he gets off in under two minutes. So he should have plenty of time on his hands (when his hands aren't busy whacking it that is.)

Welcome to the XI Former Member Club. We have so many members we're planning a reunion next year. Sincerely, [NonXI]Harry - Chairman of the Board and CEO: XI Former Member Club. (We do not discriminate on the basis of idiocy or small dicks.)

Agree entirely Dean and thanks for bringing this up. Played there for years but moved to COD5 because I just couldn't keep up with the speed. If the folks who play there regularly like it that fast, all well and good. But another Ace Mod server set at regular speed would be a boon to we old farts especially, and I believe would prove very popular.

Happy birthday Dean from a fellow Libra.

Does that include Master Bator?

Here's mine...

Proportionally, that's a rather stinted dick Johnny. My sympathies.

They still let you in even after I reported you?

Nope. The oath has two parts, first that you will "support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic and bear true faith and allegiance to the same" and that, as a member of the armed forces, you will "obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice." I'm no longer a member of the armed forces so I am not obligated to obey orders from members of the military or the commander in chief. But I remain obligated as I see it to the first part of the oath. That's why veterans had no problem removing barricades erected at the WWII monument despite that they were placed there on orders of the administration - de facto, the commander in chief.

On the other hand, crossed at Prescott, Ontario last year with a bunch of family in three cars headed for Upper Canada Village. The Canadian guards were friendly, smiling and congenial. The American guards were rude and condescending. I made the mistake of missing a sign at the bridge and pulling up behind the car in front of me on the way back, and got blessed out by the American guard for it - no need for that behavior. I grew up along the American side of the St. Lawrence River and spent a lot of time in Ontario growing up. I feel a close friendship to Canadians because they've always been welcoming and friendly folks. Indeed, I feel more at home once I cross the river than I do where I grew up.

Deepest sympathies Power!

Nice spacing on vid cards - what are they?

An older couple had been married for thirty years. Every morning the old man would wake up and give off an enormous fart, much to his wife's annoyance. "You'll fart your guts out one of these days," she always complained. After a particularly bad week the wife decided to have her revenge and got up early, placing some turkey giblets in the bed next to her husband's arse. While making breakfast downstairs she heard his usual morning fart reverberate through the floorboards followed by a scream. Twenty minutes later a rather shaken man came downstairs. "You was right all along," the old man says, "I finally did fart my guts out, but by the grace of God, and these two fingers, I managed to push 'em back in!"

The government is shut down? Damn. I need to stock up on milk and bread.

Entirely possible if your grandma lived in proximity to any military base I was stationed at.

Well, hate to admit it but I was born in '46 - in fact, 67 years ago Wednesday. And here's another memory for those about my age: transistor radios were invented when I was 8 and shortly thereafter began appearing everywhere. I well remember being at the city beach (St. Lawrence River) when I saw a crowd gathered around this couple on a blanket. So I went to investigate. He had a transistor radio and people simply couldn't believe that you could actually listen to music, anywhere, without a radio being plugged into an outlet. It was a paradigm shift.

I take your point DJ and indeed, these were tough times for many of us. We, for instance, were very poor; my father worked two jobs all his life to feed 12 kids and our mother died at age 46 of heart disease with the youngest of us only two. Nonetheless, the gist of the post - and the nostalgia it evokes - holds true I think.

20 Yup! It works.

Ok. 18

Same problem.

Congratulations to those born in the 1940s, '50's and '60s. You survived being born to mothers who smoked and drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, your baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. You had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when you rode your bikes, you had no helmets, not to mention, the risks you took hitchhiking. You rode in cars with no seat belts or air bags and even in the back of a pickup truck. You drank water from the garden hosepipe and on a hike, from a stream, and didn't drop dead on the spot. You even shared a soft drink with friends, ate cake, white bread and real butter and guzzled gallons of Kool Aid with all that sugar, but you weren't overweight because you were always outside playing - because in the AM, your mother would order you out of the house. You would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach you all day - no cell phone, yet your survived. You would build go-carts out of scraps and then ride downhill with no brakes. You cobbled bicycles together out of spare parts and rode them everywhere with no knee pads, elbow pads or helmets. You did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes and video games and usually got 2 or 3 channels on the black-and-white TV with no cable, no videotaped movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no text messaging, no personal computers and no Internet. But you had friends, because you went outside and found them. You fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits. You played with worms, made mud pies made from dirt and even ate them. You made up games with sticks, or balls, or even cigarette grands and did not poke out any eyes. You walked to school at age six and no one thought about you not coming home. You actually walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell without worrying about getting shot. You learned to to deal with disappointment because the usual response if you asked for something - particularly if it cost money - was NO. And you did what you were told to do out of fear of a licking from your father - or your teacher, or a neighbor, or a man on the street if you misbehaved and another licking when you got home for the insult you brought to your family. The notion of a parent bailing you out if you broke the law was unheard of. You had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and you learned how to deal with it all. And you were the better for it, and so was the country.