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Post by Ratty on Aug 7, 2018 0:02:37 GMT
I had five hundred Kit Kats in my fridge and my mate had one in his. I pressured him into giving his to a homeless person. That's basically how celebrity charity appeals work. PS: Code, stop it with the skiing videos.  The women in yellow is married to Herb Albert and the pair was in town bout 2 months ago at the Triple Door. Missed them but would have liked to have seen them. What make of wheelchairs were they promoting?  |
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Post by Ratty on Aug 7, 2018 4:31:40 GMT
[ Snip ] I don't know, I wasn't there. Did you know the whipped cream gal lives just a little South of Seattle. I've thought of going to say hello but I'm afraid I don't know how long whipped cream is good for and it might have gone bad. :format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/R-4667073-1371605290-5998.jpeg.jpg) Chris Hemsworth lives just South of here but I haven't had a similar urge.  |
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Post by nautonnier on Aug 8, 2018 11:03:52 GMT
 Note the exultation by the operator after launch (and recovery) |
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Post by Ratty on Aug 8, 2018 13:02:39 GMT
Didn't need a parachute, saving costly development time.
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Post by nautonnier on Aug 8, 2018 14:42:36 GMT
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Post by Ratty on Aug 9, 2018 3:46:06 GMT
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Post by Ratty on Aug 9, 2018 13:24:38 GMT
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Post by sigurdur on Aug 9, 2018 22:12:32 GMT
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Post by Ratty on Aug 9, 2018 23:32:44 GMT
John, who lived in the north of England, decided to go golfing in Scotland with his buddy Sean, so they loaded up John's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible downpour so they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained, "and I'm afraid the neighbours will talk if I let you stay in my house."
"Don't worry," John said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn and if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."
The lady agreed and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.
Come morning, the weather had cleared so they got on their way and enjoyed a great weekend of golf.
But about nine months later, John got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out...but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the golf weekend.
He dropped in on his friend Sean and asked, "Sean, do you remember that good-looking widow on the farm we stayed at on our golf holiday in Scotland about nine months ago?”
"Yes, I do remember her." said Sean.
"Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"
"Well, um, yes." Sean said, a little embarrassed about being found out, "I have to admit that I did."
"And did you happen to give her my name and address instead of telling her your name?"
Sean's face turned beet red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?"
"She just died and left me everything."
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Post by Ratty on Aug 9, 2018 23:35:36 GMT
Yeah, they were common when I was a lad.
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Post by Ratty on Aug 10, 2018 0:41:28 GMT
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Post by missouriboy on Aug 10, 2018 3:44:09 GMT
If we are free enough to play and reflect on such as this - www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8ZA_8l3YVgdo you really think we are good candidates for re-education? Over the culpability of one little molecule?  |
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Post by missouriboy on Aug 10, 2018 3:54:30 GMT
Yeah, they were common when I was a lad. Was that a wee lad? A young lad? Or a mature lad? |
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Post by Ratty on Aug 10, 2018 5:19:57 GMT
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Post by Ratty on Aug 10, 2018 5:22:32 GMT
[ Snip ] Was that a wee lad? A young lad? Or a mature lad? Yes. |
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