I's beadier than a fasting pullet.
This is the shortest point between two distances.
But wheeze all leave no tern unstoned.
Give whirled peas a chance.
This just warms the heartles of my...well, you know.
I understood that. :-[
:D
AnnieLee
Bring in the next cow. ;D
Slim
...
Just S. ;D
Eyes before eaves, except in a dictionary.
:D
AnnieLee
He who hesitates gets run over by the bus.
<Author's note, A short bus full of Bozos.>
Historical note:
Edward Ezra Tate, a Union captain during the recent unpleasantness, realised late in 1864 that the war was nearing its end.
Captain Tate was also astute enough to forsee the great westward expansion that was certain to come.
The southerners would go west seeking new freedoms rather than return to a shattered and desolate south and harrsh Yankee reconstruction.
Yankees would go west looking for work and opportunity rather than return to closed factories and mills and a broken economy in the north.
Captain Tate realised one day thay all of the maps he had ever seen had north at the top. Likewise all compasses pointed north. What foolishness, thought he. If everyone were to go west wouldn't it make more sense if west were at the top of the maps and compasses pointed west?
He contacted some appropriate people and by war's end had procured several thousand Tate's Improved Compasses and corresponding Tate's New Horizon Maps.
It was here that the Law Of Unintended Consequences kicked in. It seems that the compasses and maps inevitably got seperated one from the other. Nneither was particularly well marked, and instructions were rudimentary at best. Many who had Tate's wonderful compass and a conventional map, found them selves inexplicably in Mexico, while those with a standard compass and a Tate map were bound for Canada.
Confusion grew and multiplied until the Army Corps of Engineers came to the rescue with both maps and compasses in the old "north at the top" fromat.
This brief fiasco is what has led us to the well know phrase "He who has a Tate's is lost."
Have a good weekend and read Chapter eleven for Monday.
Life is just a chair of bowlies!
I'm thinker than some drunkle peep I am.
I know a feller who "has a Tate"s all the time; has all his life, for a matter of fact.
A chair of bowlies? I haven't heard that in thirty years.
Thanks.
That just warms the heartles etc.
;D ;D ;D ;D ::)
Del, An old van full of Mexican's?........Buck 8) ::) ;D
I don't cross I-80 on foot. ;D
CJ's personal favorite: He's a few bricks short of a half dozen
Sounds like the kind of person who would shoot a Mouse-handled broomer.
You buttered your bread, now lie in it.
............................... Fart!!! .............................
As I told a co-worker today:
Yep, it's a phase. They go through it when they are 3, when they are 8, when they are 15, and some boys NEVER outgrow it!!
:: Smacks Forty some more::
:D
AnnieLee
What ya need to do is go to the hospital and get one a dem operations. When they are done, not only do they not mind if ya pass gas, they encourage it, they even to get excited about it and praise you. ;D ;D
Has he found out about sticking his hand in his armpit and working the armpit arm as a fart bellows, yet? ??? ??? ::) ::) ::)
Alas, yes he has.
AnnieLee
The Vapors
by Rosemarie Chostler
Why is Fart
a word we can't say?
Despite the fact we Fart
countless times each day.
"Expel gas"; "have flatus"
The terms O.K. to use
But to avoid the word Fart
doesn't serve to diffuse
The smell and the noise
when one slips out
Whether silent but deadly
or odorless and loud.
Is it all in the word
or is it always pestiferous?
Is flatus benign
while a Fart is odoriferous?
A Fart is indeed gas
better out than in
Noxious and noisy
but certainly no sin.
It's socially frowned upon
to rectally groan
So it's best to enjoy Farting
while sitting alone.
But if one sneaks out
during a meeting or parting
Simply play dumb and say,
"Who the heck's Farting?"
If there are two
so it's obviously you
Say, "Don't be embarassed,
I do that too."
To talk about Farting
or flatus or gas
The words are synonymous
as long as not passed.
If you Fart quite a lot
you need not despair
It means you're quite wealthy:
a self-made million-air!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
<Hides that one from her son >
Heh. "rectally groan." That's good.
:D
AnnieLee
Okay, I suggest a standing ovation for Hamp.
PFFFFFTTT!!
<shakes head> ::)
Slim
Our local gas company used to be called "Peoples Natural Gas" I was in their office payin' my bill one time, the lady behind the counter told me how much I owed. I asked here if I couln just make the check out to farts. Dang I hate folks who sit behind desks with no sense of humor.
I have decided that if you did the campfire scene from "Blazing Saddles" with the kids from the cowboys, you'd have on of the most historically correct scenes in all cowboy moviedom. Think about it, a buch of young fellas away from mom, teachers and big sister for the first time in their life, hangin' round other young fellas, eatin' a less than perfect diet. Kind of makes you wonder if the ever seen who could make the bigest flame. ;D
Oh by the way, farts are nothin' but methane gas with sulfur compounds that make the smell.
Natural gas burned in stoves and furnaces that is piped to urban homes and bussinesses is nothin' but methane gas with a sulfur compound added to it to make it smell. ;D ;D ;D ;D
Myself if gas is needed or wanted I recomend good chili served over eggs, with refries on the side.
(Never put the beans in the chili)
Don't light any matches! Throw open somw winders and air it out in here!
Del, I actually saw a guy light one at work once. Singed his jeans, it flared pretty big..............Buck 8) ::) :o ;)
I've heard stories about drunk guys endin' up in the ER with 2nd degree burns. ;D Perhaps to save us from ourselves a warning should be tattoed on one of our but cheeks at birth.
"Waring, the use of open flames to light the flatulance emitting from the rectal opening could cause injury or serious death." ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Another phrase of my son's: "butt burp."
AnnieLee, who almost regrets bringing up this topic, but it gives the gents the opportunity to behave like 15 year olds.... :D
Quote from: AnnieLee on July 12, 2005, 11:50:45 AM
Another phrase of my son's: "butt burp."
AnnieLee, who almost regrets bringing up this topic, but it gives the gents the opportunity to behave like 15 year olds.... :D
That's fer sure. ::)
Slim
Quote from: AnnieLee on July 12, 2005, 11:50:45 AM
Another phrase of my son's: "butt burp."
AnnieLee, who almost regrets bringing up this topic, but it gives the gents the opportunity to behave like 15 year olds.... :D
"butt burp" reminds me of another Butchered Sayin',
"butt naked". Always thought the correct version (if there is such a thing) is "buc
k naked". Mebbe we need to get Buck in on this one. ???
You DON'T wanna see THIS BUCK NEKID! 8) :o :o :o :o ;D
Anybody heard the term Barkin' Spider's??........Buck 8) ???
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 01:03:44 PM
Anybody heard the term Barkin' Spider's??........Buck 8) ???
ME! Don't know what it is though.
Slim
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 01:03:44 PM
Anybody heard the term Barkin' Spider's??........Buck 8) ???
Nope, but have heard about "barkin' squirrels".
Barkin' Spider= Phart 8) ;)
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 02:57:01 PM
Barkin' Spider= Phart 8) ;)
My Pa called it a "Muskie Snort". ;D
Slim
Quote from: Capt. Hamp Cox on July 12, 2005, 02:52:21 PM
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 01:03:44 PM
Anybody heard the term Barkin' Spider's??........Buck 8) ???
Nope, but have heard about "barkin' squirrels".
I've done that a few times. A .25-06 at 20 yards does a good job. ;D
Slim
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 01:03:44 PM
Anybody heard the term Barkin' Spider's??........Buck 8) ???
Only in the context of the Austrailian tarantula, and that wasn't a butchered saying, they really are called that.
Glad you aren't nekkid,
AnnieLee
Dell, if you had a warning tatooed on your butt you'd never know what it said. YOU can't see it and NO ONE else is gonna look.
Elk snort!
BACK TO THE ORIGINAL SUBJECT!!!
You old farts stop highjinxing my thread.
We have a four sloace tister in our kitchen.
My wife and her sis are famous for getting words tangled up. One day when they were still at home, her Dad was boiling water for something and when the kettle started whistling, Susie popped off with "Hey, Dad! The hotters watt"! They still get their tongues tangled occassionally here..............Buck 8) ::) ;)
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on July 12, 2005, 02:58:56 PM
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 02:57:01 PM
Barkin' Spider= Phart 8) ;)
My Pa called it a "Muskie Snort". ;D
Slim
One small detour...
OH, SLIM, and you were doing so very well with staying above it all, but no, you had to succumb.
<Sniffles> :'(
AnnieLee
Boys will be boys, Annie............Buck 8) ::) :o ;D ;D
One night a stranger walked into Murphy's and had a seat at the bar.
"I'm Frank Sloane," he introduced himself to Mike, the barkeep, "and I'll have a Sam Adams."
Mike poured him a tall one and Frank made himself at home.
About a half hour later, Frank pulled a small, stuffed teddy bear out of his jacket pocket and set the bear on the bar.
"What's that?" Asked Nick, who, up until then, had been talking to Frank about various ladies' promentary attributes.
"It's a bear," replied Frank with a smile. "And it's the fastest bear there is."
"Aw, it is not!" Exclaimed Nick. "It's a stuffed animal! Even Rob's turtle could beat that bear. Come're Rob!" Nick waved him over. "Show Frank the new guy here your world champion racing turtle!"
Rob happily complied and showed Frank his prize winning turtle, even flashing a few of Yerkle's ribbons.
"That's a nice turtle," Frank admitted, "but my bear is faster."
"IS NOT!" Roared Rob, "and I'll bet you twenty dollars my turtle can beat your bear!"
"Yer on!" Frank said, pulling out a stack of twenties. "And I'll bet any other taker that my bear can beat that turtle."
Well, then a crowd formed around the bar, the men bending to peer at the stuffed bear, grinning, then slapping a twenty on the bar. They all bet against Frank, that is, everone but Mike.
Mike set up a line of lettuce for the finish, about three feet from the start.
Clint started the timer, Rob released the turtle and they were off. The bear sat there, unmoving, glass eyes staring into nothingness. The turtle slowly began to crawl across the bar. The men cheered as the turtle caught wind of the lettuce and crawled faster. They were able to keep up their cheering for the next ten minutes as the turtle slowly moved closer to the finish line.
Then, just as the turtle was an inch away from crossing the line....
*****POOF*****
The bear disappeared from its spot on the bar and reappeared on the other side of the finish line!
The men hooted, they cat-called, they protested, but they paid up. Just as the crowd was dispersing, Nick turned to Mike.
"Hey, Mike, why didn't you bet on the turtle? What'd you know that we didn't?"
Mike polished a glass and smiled.
"Why, it was easy. Everyone knows that Sloane's teddy wins the race."
~~~~~~~~~~
With a prize to the person who knows where I got that,
:D
AnnieLee
Annie, Annie, Annie!
What am I gonna do with you?
That's a PUN!
SPOONERISMS RULE!!!
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 12, 2005, 06:04:48 PM
Annie, Annie, Annie!
What am I gonna do with you?
That's a PUN!
SPOONERISMS RULE!!!
Oh, yer gonna love me and squeeze me and pet me and hug me, Forty Fonzai, besides, the Tate thing was also a pun!
When I was growing up, my dad would call them "shaggy dog stories." Long and amusing tales that lulled the audience, then the painful zinger at the end. But does anyone know where I read that one?
Bred any good rooks lately?
:D
AnnieLee
Not a butcher sayin' but a good one or two.
So dumb they couldn't pour pee out of a boot if the instuctions were on the bottom.
Rainin' harder than a cow peein' on a flat rock.
Quote from: AnnieLee on July 12, 2005, 05:52:59 PM
One night a stranger walked into Murphy's and had a seat at the bar.
"I'm Frank Sloane," he introduced himself to Mike, the barkeep, "and I'll have a Sam Adams."
Mike poured him a tall one and Frank made himself at home.
About a half hour later, Frank pulled a small, stuffed teddy bear out of his jacket pocket and set the bear on the bar.
"What's that?" Asked Nick, who, up until then, had been talking to Frank about various ladies' promentary attributes.
"It's a bear," replied Frank with a smile. "And it's the fastest bear there is."
"Aw, it is not!" Exclaimed Nick. "It's a stuffed animal! Even Rob's turtle could beat that bear. Come're Rob!" Nick waved him over. "Show Frank the new guy here your world champion racing turtle!"
Rob happily complied and showed Frank his prize winning turtle, even flashing a few of Yerkle's ribbons.
"That's a nice turtle," Frank admitted, "but my bear is faster."
"IS NOT!" Roared Rob, "and I'll bet you twenty dollars my turtle can beat your bear!"
"Yer on!" Frank said, pulling out a stack of twenties. "And I'll bet any other taker that my bear can beat that turtle."
Well, then a crowd formed around the bar, the men bending to peer at the stuffed bear, grinning, then slapping a twenty on the bar. They all bet against Frank, that is, everone but Mike.
Mike set up a line of lettuce for the finish, about three feet from the start.
Clint started the timer, Rob released the turtle and they were off. The bear sat there, unmoving, glass eyes staring into nothingness. The turtle slowly began to crawl across the bar. The men cheered as the turtle caught wind of the lettuce and crawled faster. They were able to keep up their cheering for the next ten minutes as the turtle slowly moved closer to the finish line.
Then, just as the turtle was an inch away from crossing the line....
*****POOF*****
The bear disappeared from its spot on the bar and reappeared on the other side of the finish line!
The men hooted, they cat-called, they protested, but they paid up. Just as the crowd was dispersing, Nick turned to Mike.
"Hey, Mike, why didn't you bet on the turtle? What'd you know that we didn't?"
Mike polished a glass and smiled.
"Why, it was easy. Everyone knows that Sloane's teddy wins the race."
~~~~~~~~~~
With a prize to the person who knows where I got that,
:D
AnnieLee
Isaac Asimov had a version of this, but I can't remember what book it was from.
There are times when I think Isaac Asimov was the original bozo on the bus. Brilliant, prolific, and warped. I think the first version I read was by Spider Robinson in one of his Callahan books. Mine was from memory so I filled in the gaps. Here is the original, from the Doc himself:
QuoteAs is well known, in this thirtieth century of ours, space travel is fearfully dull and time-consuming. In search of diversion, many crew Members defy the quarantine restrictions and pick up pets from the various habitable worlds they explore.
Jim Sloane had a rockette, which he called Teddy. It just sat there, looking like a rock, but sometimes it lifted a lower edge and sucked in powdered sugar. That was all it ate. No one ever saw it move, but every once in a while, it wasn't quite where people thought it was. There was a theory that it moved when no one was looking.
Bob Laverty had a heli-worm he called Dolly. It was green and carried on photosynthesis. Sometimes it moved to get into better light and when it did so it coiled its wormlike body and inched along very slowly like a turning helix.
One day, Jim Sloane challenged Bob Laverty to a race. " My Teddy," he said, "can beat your Dolly."
"Your Teddy," scoffed Laverty, "doesn't move."
"Bet!" said Sloane.
The whole crew got into the act. Even the captain risked half a credit. Everyone bet on Dolly. At least she moved.
Jim Sloane covered it all. He had been saving his salary through three trips and he put every millicredit of it on Teddy.
The race started at one end of the grand salon. At the other end, a heap of sugar had been placed for Teddy and a spotlight for Dolly. Dolly formed a coil at once and began to spiral its way very slowly toward the light. The watching crew cheered it on.
Teddy just sat there without budging.
"Sugar, Teddy, Sugar," said Sloane, pointing. Teddy did not move. It looked more like a rock than ever, but Sloane did not seem concerned.
Finally, when Dolly had spiraled halfway across the salon, Jim Sloane said casually to his rockette, "if you don't get out there, Teddy, I'm going to get a hammer and chip you into pebbles."
That was when people first discovered that rockettes could read minds. That was also when people first discovered that rockettes could teleport.
Sloane had no sooner made his threat when Teddy simply disappeared from his place and reappeared on top of the sugar.
Sloane won, of course, and he counted his winnings slowly and luxuriously.
Laverty said bitterly, "You knew the damn thing could teleport."
"No, I didn't," said Sloane, "but I knew he would win. It was a sure thing."
"How come?"
"It's an old saying everyone knows. ... Sloane's Teddy wins the race."
Name your prize, Russ T, if I can provide it, it's yours, along with a tip of the hat.
:D
AnnieLee
Back in the days when folks still rode trains for long distance travel, there was a conductor on the MKT line between San Antonio and Fort Worth. Every day for twenty years this pore ol' conductor had faithfully carried out his conductor duties without ever havin' no complaint filed 'gainst him. When I say "pore ol' conductor", I mean he was so skinny and dried up a strong wind woulda blowed him away. Why he looked like he been smokin' them Bull Durham cigs since he wuz six years old. It just so happens that on one trip he had a passenger start ridin' the dickens outa him. Started cussin' and callin' him names, an' finally throwed a drink on him. The poor ol' conductor took out his handkerchief, wiped hisself off, and went on 'bout his bizness. Next time this 'noxious feller comes back through the car, he spits on the pore ol' conductor. Well now, sumthin snapped in that pore ol' conductor's head an' he pulls out this ol' .44, and blows a hole clean thru that 'noxious feller and kills him deaderin' a hammer. Make a long story short, that pore ol' conductor was arrested, tried, convicted of murder, an' sentenced to die in that brand new 'lectric chair thang up in Huntsville penitentiary. Execution night, that pore skinny wretch of a conductor is walked down death row to the "sittin'" room (if ya know what I mean), and strapped in that there 'lectric chair. Executioner throws the switch and all the lights in that there penitentiary go dim. Executioner checks that pore ol' conductor's pulse, an' it be as strong as a mule's. Executioner goes back and cranks up the voltage a bit, an' throws that there switch agin. Lights all over Huntsville go dim. Executioner checks our pore ol' conductor agin, and not only is the pulse still strong, that pore ol' condluctor is hummin' a tune. Back at that there control panel, the executioner cranks the voltage all the way as high as it will go, an' throws the switch a third time. All the lights in the entire state of Texas go dim. Executioner is a mite skeerd to go check that pore ol' conducter fer fear he mite be all burned up or sumthin worse, but when he goes in there he finds that pore ol' conductor still hummin' that same tune. Not knowin what else to do, the executioner takes that pore ol' conductor back to his cell, an fearin' he's gonna lose his job, sends word to the guvnor, tellin whut happened. Guvnor caint believe it an' purt near burns up the road comin' to Huntsville to see for his ownself. Shore nuff, there, in his death row cell, sits that pore ol' conductor readin' his Bible. Guvnor says, "sir, can you tell me why we haven't been able to carry out your sentence of execution by electrocution?" "Well, Sir," says the pore ol' conductor, "best I can figger, that there new fangled 'lectric chair ain't never gonna work on me". "What in tarnation do you mean by that?" asked the Guvnor. Don't you know this is the newest model, an' it cost the state a whole buncha money, an' it has always worked in the past?" Condemned man scratched his ol' skinny head, and said "don't know much 'bout 'lectricity, Guvnor, but do you think mebby it won't work on me 'cuz I'm such a poor conductor?"
Quote from: AnnieLee on July 12, 2005, 04:57:41 PM
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on July 12, 2005, 02:58:56 PM
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 12, 2005, 02:57:01 PM
Barkin' Spider= Phart 8) ;)
My Pa called it a "Muskie Snort". ;D
Slim
One small detour...
OH, SLIM, and you were doing so very well with staying above it all, but no, you had to succumb.
<Sniffles> :'(
AnnieLee
It's Del's fault. His rubbin' off on me. ;D ;D ;D
Slim
Good one. Capt. ;D
Slim
Name your prize, Russ T, if I can provide it, it's yours, along with a tip of the hat.
AnnieLee
Been readin' Asimov, Heinlein, Bova, Herbert etc. since Junior High. Can recite the three Laws of Robotics. :o ;D ;D ;D
A hat tip is just fine with me. ;D ;D
Niven!!
What about Niven?
What do a large southern California city and a toaster pastry on the beach have in common?
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.They are both Sandy Eggos.
HA!!!!
Ah, c'mon...it was better than that. I could HEAR the groans from here.
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 13, 2005, 10:40:50 AM
Niven!!
What about Niven?
What do a large southern California city and a toaster pastry on the beach have in common?
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.They are both Sandy Eggos.
HA!!!!
Ah, c'mon...it was better than that. I could HEAR the groans from here.
GROAN! ;)
Slim
Niven???
I've MET Niven. Forty Rod, even if you spent the rest of your life practicing 24 hours a day at being grumpy and nasty, you would not begin to scratch the surface of his Grumpiness. Aye, he writes well, but his Ego and personality more than offset it. I somehow managed to insult him by complimenting him on a book he and Pournelle wrote.
I'll take Ray Bradbury. Now there's a man who can write the nastiest, bleakest, most depressing stories, while the person is kind, generous, warm, and a simple joy to meet.
Meanwhile, I remember how women got Asimov's autographs. Did you take letch lessons from him?
:D
AnnieLee
I'm inny-cent, I only talked about flatulance in a medical context. ;D Even Merry-weather Lewis mentioned when they ate certain things the men were "full of wind". :P
If we keep this up though, Annie's gonna send us all to summer camp. ;D
BTW, eatin' charcoal is a period remedy fer intestinal wind. ;D
Ray is a local talent. I met him years ago at a Marine Corps function in Long Beach. He was incognito, but a nicer man never lived. Well, Louis L'Amour came close. So did Red Skelton.
Took my car in this morning (getting ready for the trip across The Great Burning Hell in 10 days) for a tube and lune.
Told Bob to check the points, plugs, and condenser, and set the carburators for higher altitude. Also wanted him to check the spark advance. One of the customers looked confused and said he knew what plugs were, but the rest was a mystery. The guy must have been 35 years old.
We spent ten minutes picking on him.
BTW, my '95 Crown Vic has plugs...the rest is a mystery to it, too.
"Hold me closer tiny dancer,
Count the head lice on the highways...."
:D
AnnieLee
Quote from: AnnieLee on July 13, 2005, 01:28:00 PM
"Hold me closer tiny dancer,
Count the head lice on the highways...."
:D
AnnieLee
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Slim
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 13, 2005, 01:17:53 PM
Took my car in this morning (getting ready for the trip across The Great Burning Hell in 10 days) for a tube and lune.
Told Bob to check the points, plugs, and condenser, and set the carburators for higher altitude. Also wanted him to check the spark advance. One of the customers looked confused and said he knew what plugs were, but the rest was a mystery. The guy must have been 35 years old.
We spent ten minutes picking on him.
BTW, my '95 Crown Vic has plugs...the rest is a mystery to it, too.
I'z 40. I used to change my cars points and plugs, and time it before all this computer stuff was put on cars.
Slim
I still get to do all that good stuff on my MGB, but forgrt it on the 2 Toyotas. ;D ;D
Yeah, reformed motorhead here as well. Used to have Mustangs with dual point centrifical advance distributors, timed them by ear when I didn't have a timing light. Still change plugs and do oil changes and air filters on mine now. Got two brake jobs comin' up too.....Buck 8) ::) :o ;)
Changed out lthe transmission on my first car ('47 Mercury convertable) back about 1956, and only tools I had were a Crescent wrench, pliars, screwdriver, and a couple of open end wrenches. Used to do all of my auto repairs, short of engine rebuilds, front end alignments, etc., but don't think you can change wiper blades any more unless you have the proper electronic test equipment. Just as well, since I've got too much "Arthur" in the joints to be trying to crawl under, over and around these new fangled electronic and computerized everything contraptions. That shade tree mechanic experience has helped me out of numerous situations that could have been mechanically embarrassing and expensive otherwise. Tried to impart this hard earned knowledge to my son, but this younger, more affluent generation seems to be more than willing to be totally dependent on the "expert$".
Cap'n, that's a definate yes to the symbol for experts all right...$$$$$$$$$$$$..............Buck 8) ::) :o ;)
Dem side draft SU's on yer MG count as "Low Carbs" :D :D :D :D :D
Del, the diet mechanic...........Buck 8) ::) ;) ;D
SU carbs sucked on my '59 MGA and they sucked on my '61 MGA and they sucked on every car they were ever on, including both '68 Datsun 1600 Fairlady roadsters that I won tons of races in.
The three worst things to ever come of of Great Britain are SU carbs, Lucas electrics, and warm beer.
Now, how's THAT for a rant?
Grumpin'!!!!!!!What were the other brands of side drafts back then, Forty? I know they were a bear( I cleaned it up, Annie) to keep syncronized...........Buck 8) ::) ??? :-\
Acousin had a Dat-sson My Fair Lady, a 66. What a fun car to drive. A friend had a 59 MGA first time he let me drive it he opened up the throttle from the passengers side. Left hand drive ones were cobbled up to make them sellable in this country. Carbs on the right side of the engine you know.
Our 1949 Fergusson tractor (not Ford/Ferguson or Massey/Ferguson) is a TE-20. E meaning assembled in Egland from and American Continental Engine. The Lucas is long gone and replaced with the Delco Remy of the TA-20. The original starter was better than the crank when it worked. ;D Nobody has had to crank it since. :o
Webers! 8) ::) ;D
Danged Hotormeads.
:D
AnnieLee
I'm reformed, Annie................Buck 8) ::) ;D
Quote from: Four-Eyed Buck on July 14, 2005, 08:54:34 PM
I'm reformed, Annie................Buck 8) ::) ;D
Thought they broke the mold when they made you, Buck. How'd you get broken and what'd they use to re-form you?
:D
AnnieLee
Strombergs.
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 14, 2005, 07:29:27 PM
SU carbs sucked on my '59 MGA and they sucked on my '61 MGA and they sucked on every car they were ever on, including both '68 Datsun 1600 Fairlady roadsters that I won tons of races in.
The three worst things to ever come of of Great Britain are SU carbs, Lucas electrics, and warm beer.
Now, how's THAT for a rant?
They are supposed to suck! That's what carbs do for a living (suck air and gas) ::) ::) ;D ;D
Dracula sucks! (1964 vintage bumper sticker.)
Quote from: Russ T Chambers on July 15, 2005, 01:24:50 AM
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 14, 2005, 07:29:27 PM
SU carbs sucked on my '59 MGA and they sucked on my '61 MGA and they sucked on every car they were ever on, including both '68 Datsun 1600 Fairlady roadsters that I won tons of races in.
The three worst things to ever come of of Great Britain are SU carbs, Lucas electrics, and warm beer.
Now, how's THAT for a rant?
They are supposed to suck! That's what carbs do for a living (suck air and gas) ::) ::) ;D ;D
ya beat me to it, Russ T.
Slim
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 15, 2005, 11:17:41 AM
Dracula sucks! (1964 vintage bumper sticker.)
Slightly off topic, but OK
There is no such thing as Gravity....the Earth sucks!!!! ;D ;D ::)
Quote from: Russ T Chambers on July 15, 2005, 02:50:27 PM
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 15, 2005, 11:17:41 AM
Dracula sucks! (1964 vintage bumper sticker.)
Slightly off topic, but OK
There is no such thing as Gravity....the Earth sucks!!!! ;D ;D ::)
This is the Tall Tales, so everything is off-topic. ;D
Slim
Lucas electric...the reason The English drink warm beer
Gave Up Bonnevilles and the Tiger in the 80's. They ran good when they started but they didn't always start
back on Topic
Is it flamable or inflamable ???
Quote from: litl rooster on July 16, 2005, 05:43:40 AM
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Is it flamable or inflamable ???
Interchangable, but each has two "m" s. From my Webster's II:
..."There is another prefix in-- , which English also borrowed from Latin, that means "not", and the word inflammable can be misunderstood as meaning "not capable of burning." In order to eliminate possibly dangerous confusion about the combustibility of various materials, safety officials in the 20th century have adopted the word flammable, which had a brief life in the 19th century, to mean "able to burn". Materials that do not burn are unambiguously labled nonflammable. Now, Litl Rooster, you wasn't tryin to inflame the readers of this here thread, was you? ;D ;D
Flammable, inflammable, nonflammable!
This flim-flam topic only inflames those whe seek to flame someone.
Think I'll go find a recipe for a flambe.
Quote from: litl rooster on July 16, 2005, 05:43:40 AM
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Is it flamable or inflamable ???
I don't really care, as long as it flams. ;D ;D ;D
So why when you hurt, do you take a pain pill and not an anti-pain pill? If your stomach has too much acid you take an antacid. ??? ??? :D
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 16, 2005, 09:51:53 AM
Flammable, inflammable, nonflammable!
This flim-flam topic only inflames those whe seek to flame someone.
Think I'll go find a recipe for a flambe.
Who's that imposter poster usin' Forty Rod's alias? Check out the picture.
Yeah! Check out the picture.
I'M GORGEOUS!!!
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 16, 2005, 01:13:59 PM
Yeah! Check out the picture.
I'M GORGEOUS!!!
Rerckon beauty's in the eye of the beholder? ;D ;D
If you tell me I ain't gorgeous, I'll fix yourr beholders so they won't behold nothin' until the swellin' goes dowm.
I'm very vain about my gorgeousness.
So there!
:-*
Now we know why he has such a big hat size.
Has to fit his Ego.
:P
AnnieLee
...and the air.
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 16, 2005, 03:17:04 PM
If you tell me I ain't gorgeous, I'll fix yourr beholders so they won't behold nothin' until the swellin' goes dowm.
I'm very vain about my gorgeousness.
So there!
:-*
I remember back in the late '40s early '50s (19 prefex) a wrestler on black and white TV (unless you had those three bands of blue, red, and green across the screen) named "Gorgeous George". I vaguely remember him saying something like that. That wasn't/isn't you, was/is it? ???
Gorgeous George...curly blonde locks, fur robe, feather boa, black and white TV?
Never heard of him.
In 1950 I was 8 years old.
What is this board coming to? Men with feather boas named gorgeous and other men who still wear Leizure suites!!!
I thought this place was for cowboys!
Quote from: Forty Rod on July 16, 2005, 05:22:56 PM
Gorgeous George...curly blonde locks, fur robe, feather boa, black and white TV?
Never heard of him.
In 1950 I was 8 years old.
And
already gorgeous, no doubt a child prodigy in the realm of gorgeousness. Bet that was your picture on the Gerber baby food jars. Me, I was always rather homely, my current state not being a recent phenomenon. Thank goodness my kids take after their mother more than they do me. :-[
My daughter was fifth place in an International Gerber contest in 1969. They used a composite of the top dozen or so.
I thought your left eyebrow looked familiar!
In the late 70's Gorgeous George...was touring with a Razzlin' Bear named Victor....Malls fairs etc. Yes, he whipped the little rooster's scrony tail. But the little rooster learned a valueable lesson. Keep that 3rd eye open and never let someone or thing 4 times your size get behind you.
lR, words to live by........Buck 8) ;)
Gorgeous George, The Amazing Bat (with his deadly "Bat Grip"), Gentleman John, The Green Gripper (with his Green Grip of Death...to overcome the Bat's grip), names to remember and cherish. Great athletes, one and all, and not a steroid amoing them ('cept cortizone shots).
I knew Gentleman John. In his weekday job he was a fifth grade teacher where my Mom taught first grade. He also owned a Dog 'N' Suds root beer stand.
He retired several years back as President and CEO of a very large hotel chain.
Remember this guy http://www.wrestlingonline.com/cwfmemories/galleries/rm/1/pages/Duke%20Keomuka.htm (http://www.wrestlingonline.com/cwfmemories/galleries/rm/1/pages/Duke%20Keomuka.htm) ? Seems like we used to call him "Dirty" Duke Keomuka, because he always fought "dirty", using that karate chop and all those other inscrutable techniques.
and Dick the Bruiser.
(http://www.wrestlingmuseum.com/images/halloffame/jessemic.jpg)
(http://www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/a/adrianadonis/13.jpg)
(http://www.wrestlingmuseum.com/images/halloffame/george-gorgeous13.jpg)
;D
Slim
:o :o :o :o :o :o :o Oh, now I KNOW I'm on the wrong website!!!!!
Yeah, Trinity, you are. this is the site you need to check before you dress up to go out on Friday night. ;) :-*
Slim dem were the days Men knew how to dress.....Rowdy Roddy real men wear Kilts
Trinty take a vantage of the fashion lessons ;D ;D ;D
Quote from: litl rooster on July 19, 2005, 07:10:43 PM
Slim dem were the days Men knew how to dress.....Rowdy Roddy real men wear Kilts
Trinty take a vantage of the fashion lessons ;D ;D ;D
(http://www.rowdyroddypiper.com/images/piperpitwwwf.jpg)
http://www.rowdyroddypiper.com/
Slim
I know verrrrrrrry little about "pro" wrestling, but what I do know is that Roddy Piper is a bad guy. I learned that Saturday mornings!
(http://slam.canoe.ca/WrestlingPromoPics/rocknwrestling.jpg)