Posted on 09/19/2007 9:48:42 AM PDT by traumer
I’d hit it.
LOL! I know there's a certain charm to the whole "hippy chick" thing, but I'd stick to the hot babe on the motorcycle, Eagle Eye! :-)
Thank you!
His hot chick on the bike is going to knock him upside the head if he don’t wise up!
Uh...that’s what I meant! /ducking
Right!
..don’t try to BS a BSer! I was trained by the best...M.O.M
Remember?
This worthless phoney baloney poser is not worth the tissue to blow his snot away. Everything he buys eats wears and craps is brought to him by the burning of petrochemicals. If he was serious he'd move the hell out of NYC, go live in Amish country, send in his copy by moving a few electrons, while buying his goods down the road at the general store and the neighbor's roadside stand.
Liberals. Sheesh.
Read about your future if the greedie greenies get their way...
Print it online and NOT on paper. Duh!
If Cheryl comes over no problem.
But anyway, “grandps McGee” as we all called him even though he was our great grandfather, had never lived in a house with electricity or running water. He wasn’t about to change either. He moved into the original farmhouse by himself and wouldn’t set foot in the “new fangled house”(the 1930 vintage one). Any house that had an indoor toilet was contaminated, by his estimation. He lived into his late 90s. Never had a driver’s license or a social security number in his entire life. My aunt brought his meals out to him.
Every spring he would hitch up daisy(his horse), and drag his outhouse to a new hole he dug himself by hand, then fill in the old hole. I’ll never forget, to this day, the vast numbers of rats that would scamper away as he dragged that outhouse away to it’s new location. Us kids used to use that outhouse too just because it was there and we were curious. But boy did it stink! Looking into the hole was scary too. Especially when imagining all those rats down there.
The “new” house didn’t even have electricity till my uncle added it. It had carbide lamps for lighting and a wood stove for heat, supplemented by a fireplace. The old house was a one room building with a pot bellied stove and a huge copper broiler for a washtub. For years the “new” house had lighting by extension cord stapled to the moldings and routed outside to the pole. When gramps McGee died, we filled in the old underground carbide tank and tore down his place. The outhouse was left in place till it fell in the hole. The original barn was left till it fell down by it’s own accord. Daisy died a few years after her owner did. The only thing left is the old root cellar...I think...it was there the last time I looked around out there.
Sheryl Crow, I wonder how much energy you use to take care of that dull and dry head of hair?
you don’t use a blow dryer do you?
you don’t use a curling iron do you?
you don’t use hot water do you?
no you don’t. your hairdresser does. you’re off the hook
Cherokee Hair Tampons.
what the hell is that?
i’m coming back as a man next time. i can’t cope with this
Ugh. So no toilet paper - how do they, I mean, okay with their hand.. is it like a scoop? Do they pick at it? What about those especially difficult..umm.. what about - UGH!
When it gets all... jeez, this is disgusting. Now I have to wonder whenever I see some nut job on the street, does he/she clean up with their bare hand...
Why.
ping
The carbon footprint of her caravan when on the road performing makes her look ridiculous on this kind of topic.
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