I thought the Rooster CAME first so the Chicken could lay an egg?

Good Morning! Coffee's good this morning!

Hey, didn't Michael Jackson do the same thing in reverse? Until his nose fell off, that is.

You know, I think his theme song should be:

"Don't let your son go down on me"

I often mumble: "That boy ain't right!"

I thought you were supposed to "go tell it on the mountain".

I once fired a double barrel flint lick. It was made for someone much taller than I am.

I held it correctly, but could barely reach the triggers (dual trigger). When I fired, I heard the crack and the bank left me laying in the dirt several feet behind where I once stood. The way that gun kicked, I thought I'd fired both barrels.

Not... needless to say, I had a bruised cheek and a sore jaw bone along with a sore shoulder. I am not sure what happened to the gun... if I dropped it or what. I just remember laying in the dirt wondering what the hell kicked me in the face. I wonder what would have happened had I pulled both triggers? But to this day I still love the sound of a flintlock... as long as someone else is firing it.

Let's not start that again.

Can you educate me on this one? If they are trying to get ya on yahoo IM, what does that indicate? I thought it was just a more private chat with a little more speed. Am I naive on this subject? I seem to get a lot of scammers.

Maybe I'm too trusting?

Hazel

If I had to pick one, I'd pick my nose!!!

Campfire.... roasting a nice plump cotillion

Hey... I'm in North Port (between Sarasota and Fort Myers).

I just realized, we're all sitting around here talkin' sh!t!!

IBS is no picnic... I can no longer trust a fart, a cough, or a sneeze... and I keep spare undies in the glove compartment just in case. I also keep TP in the car as well.

I know where all the restrooms are at all my favorite stores... heck, I should have my own personalized stall at this point.

Family and friends know not to get in my way when I get that urgent look on my face and I'm running for the bathroom.

I was riding with a friend and we were stuck in rush hour construction traffic at a dead standstill for what seemed like hours. She had to go something fierce, and rather than run across the highway to the weeds alongside the road, she chose to crap in a Wendy's cup from our lunch.

She wiped with Wendy's napkins and put the lid back on the cup, which we promptly disposed of at the next exit once traffic got going again.

Some people come here to sit and think,
But I come here to sh!t and stink.

Though now I sit all broken hearted,
tried to sh!t, but only farted.

Put that in your paper.

I dated a widower for a few months and started falling for him. His daughter and I formed a real bond. He then had to make a trip back "home" to settle some property issues, etc. And when he came back, he re-hung all of her pictures back on the walls throughout the house and said he still wasn't over her yet.

YES

Wait a minute, I thought the rooster was the one with the pecker.


Ohhhhhhh you are referring to the beak being the pecker... what a letdown.

OMG, Lex... I can't stop laughing at your comments... thanks for the great laughs.