OleReynard
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??? If you consider a 300 MG pkg of them with 10 pcs per strong, 30 MG each
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The Original O'l Farts Club.
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Thank you brother! My aging eyes couldn't figure it out, even with a headset, but not that you've enlightened me, it fits you.
That was a story in a few pictures@Putembk don't want to be a bad influence but...
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I can give you details if and when you need them, but this is pretty much the picture. Puns are fun
I think my life just got changed ,again and the month aint over yet
Oh Jesu...
I would like the opportunity to wax her board God willing.
Hasch
learning and laughing
Mmh, love your surf reports!
Waves breaking and beautiful girls showing their skills.
What more do I need in this freezing German winter...
Ok, I registered as Unca Walt100 and it worked. I got registered and lit up the site.
On her fargin laptop. <--BZZZZZTT!!
Das ist verboten! Verschimmelt! For two MAJOR stopstopstop reasons:
1. Herself says: NFW am I gonna use her laptop. OOPSIE.
2. Her laptop has a fake flat keyboard. I have written novels on a REAL keyboard with keys more than two millimeters apart and raised up like keys should be. Cannot hunt-and-pick like I am coding a fuggin message on an Enigma machine becuz with my attention span, I'd forget what I was going to type. I touch type at medium-slow speech speed. Impossibobble on a POS laptop.
As long as I have slipped into Krautspeak (which I do when utterly frustrated) this is most ricky-tick verschlimmbesserung <-- Kraut word for making a situation worser the more you work on tryna fixit.
So now I have Witchie-Poo's email granting me access to my new fuggin handle (since both my Unca Walt handle and my email address have been sent to the very bottom pasta-less level of Italian Hell).
If sumbody over there, @bigsur51, knows of a way to change Herself's email on the signup shitsheet to my email (sekrit, don't tell, it's: [email protected]) then the party can start.
If not... I lose everyone. I am done. I have tried every single variant. D'ysee: I got on earthlink.net in 1997. I do not save unnecessary, unused email passwords for more than a quarter of a century.
LAST POSSIBLE THERMONUCLEAR OPTION:
If there is a way for the folks that run that site to totally obliterate the existence of Himself from their software, PRETENDING I am persona non grata, then I could come swanning right in and sign up like a brand-new recruit.
Lemme know, willya?
We had wild weather here yesterday afternoon. Gusty winds 50+ mph, tornadoes a few miles away and 1.56" of rain in a couple of hours. There would have been more rain in the gauge if it had not been coming down sideways. Pecan trees dropped a few branches but it was all little stuff.
A Dog Story
We got Wallace in Jan. 2012. He was a golden retriever; a 'high energy' golden retriever as it turned out. It was not long after that I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I opted for radiation treatment, and Wallace was my cancer buddy. He'd curl up in the driver's seat and wait for me to finish my treatment.
Wallace and I went to Obedience Training and we failed twice. LOL! He knew his stuff at home but in class he was a mess. He was starting to get things figured out as he got a little older. MamaD and I planned a trip to Lake Tahoe to visit her cousin and husband. We boarded Wallace with our vet. The morning before our flight home I got a call from our vet that Wallace had died in his kennel. Home on a Friday and I spent a very long sad Saturday and Sunday. Necropsy did not show anything or any cause and we were all devastated. A very close friend called me on that Sunday and told me about a litter of 5 puppies who had been found abandoned during a tropical storm. Friend's wife had adopted one of the four females and she said the one male of the litter was still available. He sent me a picture of the litter. The animal shelter was closed on Sunday so I sent them an email to tell them I would be at their door when they opened Monday morning. It is a 2 hour drive to the coast where the shelter is located.
I waited in the driveway for the shelter to open and I went inside first thing. I talked with the lady at the desk and she gathered the papers for me to fill out. As I was doing the paperwork she told me about the litter of pups being found. Then she told me that she had named the male I was adopting "Wallace". Well that got the tears flowing and I told her about Wallace. She then said that she had named over 500 animals that had come into the shelter. He was the first dog she had ever named Wallace.
He was a skinny and long legged yellow swamp dog. When I took him to our vet and told the story of Wallace II, she teared up and wondered if we could record his name as Wallace Franklin. Franklin is the county name where the shelter is located. I made up an introductory statement for Wallace Franklin. "Hi, my name is Wallace Franklin from Franklin County, but you can call me Wallace."
Bonnie the Dog is Wallace Franklin's sister. That's another dog story I will share some other time. I'm having a little trouble seeing the keyboard.
A Dog Story
We got Wallace in Jan. 2012. He was a golden retriever; a 'high energy' golden retriever as it turned out. It was not long after that I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I opted for radiation treatment, and Wallace was my cancer buddy. He'd curl up in the driver's seat and wait for me to finish my treatment.
Wallace and I went to Obedience Training and we failed twice. LOL! He knew his stuff at home but in class he was a mess. He was starting to get things figured out as he got a little older. MamaD and I planned a trip to Lake Tahoe to visit her cousin and husband. We boarded Wallace with our vet. The morning before our flight home I got a call from our vet that Wallace had died in his kennel. Home on a Friday and I spent a very long sad Saturday and Sunday. Necropsy did not show anything or any cause and we were all devastated. A very close friend called me on that Sunday and told me about a litter of 5 puppies who had been found abandoned during a tropical storm. Friend's wife had adopted one of the four females and she said the one male of the litter was still available. He sent me a picture of the litter. The animal shelter was closed on Sunday so I sent them an email to tell them I would be at their door when they opened Monday morning. It is a 2 hour drive to the coast where the shelter is located.
I waited in the driveway for the shelter to open and I went inside first thing. I talked with the lady at the desk and she gathered the papers for me to fill out. As I was doing the paperwork she told me about the litter of pups being found. Then she told me that she had named the male I was adopting "Wallace". Well that got the tears flowing and I told her about Wallace. She then said that she had named over 500 animals that had come into the shelter. He was the first dog she had ever named Wallace.
He was a skinny and long legged yellow swamp dog. When I took him to our vet and told the story of Wallace II, she teared up and wondered if we could record his name as Wallace Franklin. Franklin is the county name where the shelter is located. I made up an introductory statement for Wallace Franklin. "Hi, my name is Wallace Franklin from Franklin County, but you can call me Wallace."
Bonnie the Dog is Wallace Franklin's sister. That's another dog story I will share some other time. I'm having a little trouble seeing the keyboard.
Had to stop it get another cup and a small pre breakfast snack and continue
Drifting13
Well-known member
G'Morning, y'all. Survived yesterdays weather. Now all I need to do is go outdoors and pickup everything off of the ground...
did I ever tell you how I suffer mornings...
OleReynard
Well-known member
Amen to that. What we did to the old bones have memories and they’re coming back to haunt us. I am in front of the fireplace with an ice pack on my back so I figure in an hour I can head off to the gym and get something accomplished once the back is tamed…
OleReynard
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Put my new Slosh boots yesterday now todays really sad. Fin blisters
