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@Iso Great post As to... Right on! I would add universal health care for the elderly as the current social security and medical coverage systems are in a shambles. I luv Poly Sci majors

Hi MJP I'm moving this out on new members and over to the General Discussion forum where you will get more play on your question. Cheers

WOW!

Hi Dee, Nice starter set. No Panerai's yet I see. Welcome to RWG Happy Hunting

Hi Ahlempapina You are certainly welcome to join our forum. Happy Hunting

Let's see... 'I'm' refers to Mahler 'to the angle' could mean he likes the good girl nurse 'Angel' image rather than the evil nun 'and I lick me the wounds' could mean he is still in recovery from some bad place 'something is recovering and something not' would imply that he is getting better in some aspects but not others. I feel so much better now that I understand...thanks Mahler

Welcome There are several members on the forum who can help you out with a relume. Happy Hunting @Mahler...Come vanno le cose ? Your good girl...bad girl repwar banner is way too deep for me

Gawd...just choke the damn minkee whilst fixating on your favorite fantasy

FEMALE POEM I want a man who's handsome, smart and strong One who loves to listen long One who thinks before he speaks One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I want him to be gainfully employed, And when I spend his cash, he's not annoyed. Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind And knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?" I want this man to love me to no end, And always be my very best friend. MALE POEM I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a bass boat. I know this doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Talk about motor boating...that pic has taken that image to a whole new genre or water sports

DEPENDS

We live in a world of differnce. Sometimes the difference is close enough to what each of us accepts as the norm to not cause much reaction. And then again, sometimes it is a little too different for us to comprehend and accept. That's life and the more you accept and embrace difference, the better off this world will be. Just like the scorpion said..."I could not help myself. It is my nature."

Hi RG Nice to see you here and back posting again. Cheers Jeff

ryyannon, This is your lucky day. I have a fully secured, hack free facility in Fargo North Dakota which is an ideal location for you to send your funds. Mailing address is: Rural Route Box 10003 Shopping Mall of the Plains Fargo, North Dakota 58102 Cheers Jeff BTW...@By-Tor...the scam was a thing of beauty...very enjoyable

Hi again I'm only back to point out that the 'Shortest Thread Ever' has just passed the 'Longest Thread Ever' for number of posts.

WHY?

Good Moo Cake

Welcome and Happy Hunting

According to his Mother, pictured below, young Peppers takes after his Dad I guess he lucked out

Here's a great video from Richard comparing replica versus real Rolex submariners. You old timers will remember Richard(chronosafe) as the author of the replica watch report. click here

Hi 07 Glad you found us. Stick around and get acquainted. Happy Hunting

She's a cute Fanny Whoever she is?

Brazilian

A nun went to her Mother Superior and confessed; "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it." "When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder. "Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive! It looked like it was going to sail over 250 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the fairway. The ball then fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards." "Is that when you swore?" asked Mother Superior. "No, Mother," says the nun. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth, and began to run away." "Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Mother Superior again. "Well, no." says the nun. "You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!" "Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun. "No, Mother. Oh no, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in it's claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball." "Did you swear THEN?" asked Mother Superior. "Oh no, Mother. My ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about SIX inches from the hole." The two nuns were silent for a moment. Then Mother Superior sighed and said, "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?"