Your lips move, you're the worst ventriloquist I ever seen

One man's slow is another man's light speed.

Time for a TOTP.
 

Your hips move, but you need a replacement.
When I was a child, I had a liver.....

Karyn(itiyrn) ewe ROCK GURL!!!!!

bapu
OK UB, I see that aviator (as my little buddy Mooch calls it) of yours and I are slightly frequed out.
 

You must have been "lost in the ozone".  UB's had that avatar for weeks. 

Old55

bapu

Old55

bapu
OK UB, I see that aviator (as my little buddy Mooch calls it) of yours and I are slightly frequed out.
 

You must have been "lost in the ozone".  UB's had that avatar for weeks. 

But when I saw any of his posts he was offline (with his zebra on the giraffe aviator).

OK.  I let you go with a warning this time.   (I was just using the post to see the new page.)

To view the new paige you just press the "goto last post" button discuised as the "Last Update"

whats for lunch
 
pork the other white meat???

ill a SLT sammich please
 

Mesh
I'm thinking of having a samich meself.....from Publix (their deli is delish).........mebeee a Jamaican jerk turkey samich with some s p i c y chipotle sauce and some s p i c y jack cheese.......Yammmmy!!

boy thats sounds yummy!!!


 
i like the s-p-i-c-e-y stuff also, Jalapenos, chipolata, La Hot Sauce ®, and the like

next page?

next page?
 

Karyn

craigb
I was shot at on a Monday once.  Later, the Boomtown Rats turned the whole incident into a song.

Fer real? 
 
I nearly chose that tune but decided against it purely because the next link on the list pointed to a newspaper article about the incident.

Yep.  I wasn't a student at the elementary school that was directly across the street (I was in Junior High half a block away - now called a "Middle School"), but was walking with a friend above the elementary school when we heard what we thought were firecrackers.  As such, it was a teen boy requirement to go watch and, when we got close to a chainlink fence, a bullet aimed at me ricocheted off a fence pole then a school play yard person started yelling at us to get down.  For the next two hours we had to lay on our stomaches while the bullets kept wizzing around and all the police arrived.  When we could, we snuck off without anyone noticing and got to school late with an interesting story to tell.  The next semester I got one of Brenda Spencer's old schoolbooks (back then you checked one out then returned it at the end of the class semester).  She was one year ahead of me - kinda spooky seeing her name in the front of the book.