Things I wonder about.

[reeb]

Rigger,

Seems as if your doing a GOOD job at that.

My cal;culator wont go that high.

You know the one with the marbles !!

enough.........

WHEW !!!!!!!!!

[BLUEHAWK]

Rigger, Reeb, Bernadette, Chili, Scout, Bones, Scamp, Boats, lrrp, humper, Doc, Larry, Keith, Arrow, Pho and others...

The thing is, ladies use MUCH more toilet paper and water, so therefore must use more razor blades... so it'd take TWO battleships to last just the one WAVE or WAC or WAF 15,000,000,000 years... have I got that correctly?

Dang quartermasters... never get the word :-)

[82Rigger]

...you're close, but you forgot to consider the STUBBLE FACTOR:

"The surface area of a leg squared is directly proportional to the surface area of a face squared, divided by (quantity 7,809,523.8)
over 2,624,000,000".

Plus you have to remember that no blades will be used up until about age 12, so that will save on blades.

Due to the nature of afore mentioned stress problems, half of any surplus blades should be sent to Tacoma and the other half of the surplus melted down, cast into snow shovels, and sent to New England.

That should make everyone happy.

Airborne! Steve / 82Rigger

[82Rigger]

My theory is that if you have butter on both sides of the bread (in any location on the bread) and you drop it over a carpet, it will land, bounce, flip, and land on the other side.

Feel free to test this theory over YOUR carpet.

If you have any doubts about the outcome, attach the bread to the cat first.

Airborne! Steve / 82Rigger

[BLUEHAWK]

stubble... yup forgot about that... Lady Carol is real sensitive about leaving of of it when I reach down for those areas...

Stubble factor, guess that means they need the use of TWO blades for every one of our facial kinds... so the way I figure it, that comes to 16,631,046,160 blades that they'll be needing if'n they get drafted.

Shoot man... the quartermaster can leave off having sufficient Kevlar Vests, but he'd best NOT forget the needs of our military women for razor blades (and maybe he needs to begin salvaging from some more mothballers, eh?)

[Keith_Hixson]

Staring Dogs,

Huh! What does that mean.

Could they be pondering the great questions of life?
Could it be distain because they have been domesticated and they want to be wolves?

With my dog it usually is: My Water Dish is Empty, My Food Dish is Empty, or I must go outside and relieve myself.

But, then again I may have become much toooooo simplistic, he maybe analizing me to see if I am capable of more training or if I have reached my limits of usefulness to him and he is scheming on a way to find a more benevolent owner.

Who knows what dogs are thinking. I haven't even figured out my wife, or Sparrow, or Bernbenjamin, or any other woman. How in the world am I suppose to figure out a female dog.

I'm just so confused. Who appointed me to be the therapist on this site? Whoever it was is as confused as me. Oh that's right I was self appointed. Man am I confused. All because I'm suppose to analize a female dog.

Help, What this world coming to?

Keith

[chilidog]

1. Back to that 40,000 ton BB. Is that a measure of absolute weight, or is it a measure of volume displacement?

2. Would a buttered cat be an acceptable substitute in a greased pig contest?

3. When 'lil Chili stares in my eyes, she is usually asking, "Is it play time yet?"

Sorry Keith, I'll schedule an appointment.


Chilidog

[SEATJERKER]

...The kids Father tells his son to run to the hardware store and he only needs one wood screw, and although he knows the boy will not remember the actual measurement of it, he tells him it will cost 2 cents, and hands him a quarter, and tells him not to lose the change, and come right back,...

...The boys runs down the street, and turns into the wrong establishment, which happens to be house of ill, repute, and pronounces he needs a 2 cent screw, the madam informs the boy that he is too young to be there, and the boy replies that his father sent him here to get him a 2 cent screw, and he's not leaving until he gets one,...

...miffed beyond belief, the Madam becomes extreemly frustrated, and yells upstairs, "Harry, grease the cat's ... ,...

...sorry, couldn't resist,... cat's and butter in the same conversation reminded me of that terrible, terrible joke,...

...

[Keith_Hixson]

Schedule Counseling Quick.


Booo that was bad.


Keith

[Boats]

What drive me crazy is people who drive down the road smiling?!!?! Always makes me wonder what hell is great?

When my grandson grunts at me what's he trying to say? Is he saying anything or just loading his pants?