Went teaters ... of course ... the principals had some other promotion going last i heard, and the principal pumpsters went on to pump other PoS ... more Pugs than Riley, you don't see Riley around much any more ... 'Guilty as charged.' - Message 4664373
'PS. Mr Buffett you have a call on line one, it's the President of Coke. "Tell him to hold, I'm buying OVIS at the market".'
All that and psychic too, lol ... that poster yesterday on iHub 'natural_gas', he sure sounded a lot like al-len of rmil, who has since changed his login to 'Just My Opinion' - Message 6051246
... determined to hate Bob because Bob wised up to the rmil scam right away, and he's been known to search for the meaning of life the universe and everything in the bottom of bottles.
Oh, speaking of bottles -
Three guys go into a bar: a guy from Dallas, a guy from San Francisco, and a guy from
Boulder. They get to drinking and eventually get a little rowdy. Suddenly, completely
without warning, the Texan grabs a bottle of tequila, unscrews the top, takes a big swig,
and then throws the bottle into the air. Then he pulls a Colt .45 pistol out of his pocket
and shoots the bottle out of the air, spraying tequila all over everything and everybody.
The patrons at the bar shout, "Hey bud, why'd you waste that tequila?"
and the Texan says, "Heck, it's just tequila. Us Texans go across the border all the time
and get all the tequila we want."
Not to be outdone, the Californian whips out a corkscrew and uncorks a bottle of wine.
He pours some into a glass, swirls it, sniffs it, comments on the tart insolence of its
bouquet, sips it again, and then tosses the bottle in the air and blasts it with a round
from a silly little chrome-plated pistol, showering the patrons at the bar with wine.
The patrons, upset by this wasteful action and the general lack of concern for their
safety, express their displeasure and astonishment, to which the Californian replies,
"Well, I'm from Napa Valley, and we have more than enough wine where I come from."
The Boulderite, a quiet observer up to this point, touchs the crystal hanging from his
neck, adjusts his Birkenstocks, flips back his ponytail, puts down his guitar, and then
borrows a bottle opener from the bartender. He pops the top off a bottle of Fat Tire
beer, hammers it back, throws the empty bottle into the air, pulls out a 9mm Beretta,
takes careful aim, shoots both the Californian and the Texan, and then catches the
falling bottle.
The patrons scream in utter disbelief, "Why'd you do that?"
The Boulderite replies, "I'm from Colorado. We've already got too many Texans and
way too many Californians, but glass bottles, now those can be recycled!" |
