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Post by missouriboy on May 15, 2020 23:11:44 GMT
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Post by sigurdur on May 16, 2020 0:12:23 GMT
Yep..........just yep! I wasn't going to take Social Security for a few more years. I have changed my mind. WE are going off the fiscal cliff so fast it is like riding a canoe over Niagara Falls! |
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Post by Ratty on May 16, 2020 0:23:45 GMT
Trump is a bad man, right? Check out this video where Noam Chomsky gives his views on some past presidents:
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Post by Ratty on May 16, 2020 5:15:42 GMT
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Post by sigurdur on May 17, 2020 22:23:59 GMT
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Post by Ratty on May 19, 2020 12:47:52 GMT
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Post by missouriboy on May 19, 2020 13:46:44 GMT
That was the big dog behind you.  |
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Post by blustnmtn on May 19, 2020 23:42:49 GMT
A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a deserted beach in Boca Raton, Florida.
She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book.
Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. “How are you today?”
“Fine, thank you,” he responded, and turned back to his book.
“I love the beach. Do you come here often?” she asked.
“First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago,” he replied and turned back to his book.
“I’m sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago. It’s lonely sometimes,” she countered. “Do you live around here?” She asked.
“Yes, I live over in Coral Springs,” he answered, and again he resumed reading.
Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, “Do you like girl pu$$ycats?”
With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and ravished her more passionately than in her wildest fantasies.
When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, “How did you know that was what I wanted?”
The man replied. “How did you know my name was Katz?”
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Post by Ratty on May 19, 2020 23:57:23 GMT
A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a deserted beach in Boca Raton, Florida. She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book. Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. “How are you today?” “Fine, thank you,” he responded, and turned back to his book. “I love the beach. Do you come here often?” she asked. “First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago,” he replied and turned back to his book. “I’m sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago. It’s lonely sometimes,” she countered. “Do you live around here?” She asked. “Yes, I live over in Coral Springs,” he answered, and again he resumed reading. Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, “Do you like girl thingycats?” With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and ravished her more passionately than in her wildest fantasies. When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, “How did you know that was what I wanted?” The man replied. “How did you know my name was Katz?” Despite the censorship, the meaning is clear ....  |
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Post by blustnmtn on May 20, 2020 0:31:54 GMT
A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a deserted beach in Boca Raton, Florida. She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book. Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. “How are you today?” “Fine, thank you,” he responded, and turned back to his book. “I love the beach. Do you come here often?” she asked. “First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago,” he replied and turned back to his book. “I’m sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago. It’s lonely sometimes,” she countered. “Do you live around here?” She asked. “Yes, I live over in Coral Springs,” he answered, and again he resumed reading. Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, “Do you like girl thingycats?” With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and ravished her more passionately than in her wildest fantasies. When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, “How did you know that was what I wanted?” The man replied. “How did you know my name was Katz?” Despite the censorship, the meaning is clear .... I fixed it. |
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Post by nautonnier on May 20, 2020 1:43:25 GMT
Maria Bartiromo was doing a segment on the recent $3Trillion bill passed by Nancy Pelosi on a new card vote by the Democrats. She did this interview with the Senator for Louisiana at New Orleans - someone who really grows on you the more you listen to him.Listen carefully as he is totally deadpan when he delivers lines. www.dropbox.com/s/qxrx3cc0r1i43zy/Corona_Senator%20Kennedy.webm?dl=0I think the link will work |
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Post by Ratty on May 20, 2020 8:06:51 GMT
Looks like it cost you two dollars? |
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Post by blustnmtn on May 20, 2020 12:14:51 GMT
Looks like it cost you two dollars? "It's" NEVER free Ratty.  |
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Post by missouriboy on May 20, 2020 15:07:58 GMT
Maria Bartiromo was doing a segment on the recent $3Trillion bill passed by Nancy Pelosi on a new card vote by the Democrats. She did this interview with the Senator for Louisiana at New Orleans - someone who really grows on you the more you listen to him.Listen carefully as he is totally deadpan when he delivers lines. www.dropbox.com/s/qxrx3cc0r1i43zy/Corona_Senator%20Kennedy.webm?dl=0I think the link will work Over the last couple of years, Senator Kennedy has become my favorite Senator. Dear Mr Phi ... my offer stands. We will trade you Roy Blunt, straight up, for John Kennedy. OK ... we'll will sweeten the pot.  Poor old Roy couldn't get a laugh out of a half-dead, drunken leprechaun. I think that Roy might actually be able to get his head that far up his butt. But only on Thursdays. That is better than Claire McCaskill, who could accomplish that feat every day of the week (and twice on Sundays) while eating "dead fried chicken". |
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Post by sigurdur on May 22, 2020 2:28:59 GMT
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Poor old Roy couldn't get a laugh out of a half-dead, drunken leprechaun. I think that Roy might actually be able to get his head that far up his butt. But only on Thursdays. That is better than Claire McCaskill, who could accomplish that feat every day of the week (and twice on Sundays) while eating "dead fried chicken".