On Wed, 08 Dec 2004 15:41:08 GMT, pyotr filipivich
wrote:
I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show Gunner
wrote back on Wed, 08 Dec 2004 09:18:20 GMT in
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On Wed, 08 Dec 2004 06:55:37 GMT, pyotr filipivich
wrote:
I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show Gunner
wrote back on Wed, 08 Dec 2004 00:01:43 GMT in
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On Tue, 07 Dec 2004 23:21:15 GMT, pyotr filipivich
wrote:
I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show "Tim Williams"
wrote back on Tue, 7 Dec 2004 14:57:32 -0600 in
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"Gunner" wrote in message
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Which reminds me..a 2 liter bottle, a heavy weight and some calcium
carbide is said to work well for impromptu "rolling your own fishing
lures"
I think those are illegal everywhere but Missisippi.....
I think you guys are the ones who give "that sort" a bad name :-D
tschus
pyotr
Us? Big old harmless fuzzy bunny lovable fuzzballs? Us?
Yeah, you. What my brother called the "middle class hippies." Instead
of a VW Microbus or converted school bus, they've got a International
Pickup with a Big Camper on the back. (Now a days, you see 'em with fifth
wheel trailers. Kids these days ...
Hummm different class of folks. My group is more normally seen with a
beard, maybe a ponytail, cowboy boots, big buckle , rifle rack in the
back window of a beater pickup truck, maybe a little green/yellow/red
decal in the back window, often some sort of pro 2nd bumpersticker and
a generally live and let live attitude for most things except
politics. We live on the wrong side of the tracks from the guys with
the big camper trailers and Never, ever wear Birkenstocks or drink
"coffee" from Starbucks, though there may be a KrispyKreme wrapper or
two on the cluttered floorboards.
Sounds like Uncle Lee.
Yeah, the "redneck hippie" - not so much "Peace and Love" as "Peace and
Quiet and leave me the Fsck alone!" Salt of the G-d damn earth! All we want
is to be left alone to enjoy our wives, raise our kids, and tinker with
whatever it is we have in the garage. If once in a while we get a little
"tired and emotional" (As the brits report it), well, a man's entitled now
and then.
Nah...the resemblance to those people your mother warned you about is
strictly coincidental.
Not hardly. My Mother didn't know about such as you, she went to the
Good School.
Now my Dad, he knew you guys in other incarnations. (His buddy Cliff
almost got tossed from Preacher School after he punched out a fellow
student.) You'd no doubt like him.
Sounds like my sort of fella.
Yeah. Had a "colorful" history, (Black market, bootlegger, card sharp,
taught my grand mother not to play craps because "While she's been playing
with two dice, I've been .. " blows on the fist holding dice " playing with
three.") didn't do too well as a "standard parish preacher" but did well in
the logging and mining camps, ranches and other places where you got
religion came after the preacher whupped your ass. Or at least you decided
to not hassle the preacher.
Wound up a millwright, a "worker priest" even if he was Protestant.
When he talked about "There, but for the grace of God..." everybody knew
that he knew what the hell he was talking about.
For some reason I thought this thread was about brushes to clean
machines. I really fell for the new way to cook "catfish" with the
skin tacked on a board. Anyhow, a heads up if you like Kois , keep
the exterminator away from the pond. Friend's of mine that live by
wayne n.'s place had all of their fish killed by their bug guy or the
rose dust. Ooops
As to craps, the other night I was walking by the craps tables and
they obviously lost a die about 20' away in the multi-colored carpet.
I spotted it at first glance and picked it up by the edges like it was
toxic and gave it back to them. Guess I could be just paranoid , but
didn't want to even look like I was party to switching or weighing.
Last time I played (decade ago) the other players would give me their
turns to roll.
That night was really tempting cause the mother-in-law put $5 in a
penny slot machine after dinner. With lots of time to burn I started
scopeing out the 21 tables and wondering if I'd have the pit boss all
over me within 10-15 mins. They had a couple of single deck tables ,
but I couldn't find the little sign that tells the minimum bet , just
one that looked like Latin to me. Go back to see how the pennies are
doing and blast , she's winning ! Take another look at all the 21's
again and still can't find the bid signs. So I asked the pit boss why
all I can find is the Latin line and he said it meant that you can't
jump into a hand. I laughed and he said that I'd be surprised how many
people try to pull that. Come to find out it was a sign that was
lightly etched on glass , very hard to see from a distance. I got a
way without playing just cause talking to the pit boss would ruin the
experiment of getting in trouble as usual.
I'd be good at gambling , but just can't hang with the tension of ,
if the game warden will show up.
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