Count yourself lucky, $65 Kanuckistani loonies for a carton. Nine
bucks a pack. Multiply by .75 to get it US dollars.

Luigi

Am I wrong or do your packs have 25 cigs each? If so and if there are still 10
packs to a carton, then yours have 25% more cigarettes. Still pricy, but works
to about $39 US per 100 cig carton. I think that Marlboros are now about $38 or
so in PA as they just kicked the tax up another $3.50. Good thing I quit a
couple years ago.

101. yo-yos


1?? Davey Crockett and Indian leg wrestling

In article ,
"Mark Hopkins" wrote:

Clackers. (glass balls on a string hung from a ring)

Ooooo. Those things should be banned - the balls'll fracture and put yer
eye out.

--
Owen Lowe and his Fly-by-Night Copper Company
Offering a shim for the Porter-Cable 557 type 2 fence design.
http://www.flybynightcoppercompany.com
http://www.easystreet.com/~onlnlowe/index.html

Charlie Self wrote:

The fuel sold for that purpose will do the same thing too, FWIW.

Yeah, but you're not trying to get a 3-4 ounce drip from a 2" or more
diameter hose into that tiny little lighter.

The end result is the same. A nasty red blotch if you get too enthusiatic
about filling the thing. Maybe you just have to work a bit harder at it to
get that much naptha into one, but I've definitely done it.

--
Michael McIntyre ---- Silvan
Linux fanatic, and certified Geek; registered Linux user #243621
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Rue/5407/

Swingman wrote:

"Charlie Self" wrote in message

The evening I quit, I finished
almost 4 packs of cigarets for the day, and that was not far above the
norm.
Even at 90 cents a pack, that was getting costly.

I hope you come through that OK, Charlie. Some people die of lung cancer at
50 without ever lighting a butt, and other people smoke five packs a day
until age 103. You just never really know. I personally think the risk is
blown way out of proportion, but then as an active smoker, and a young man
besides, you'd expect me to think that.

When I quit 12 years ago I was easily spending $1500/year on cigarettes
... that's a nice annual tool budget.

I figure I'm spending $1,000. A nice budget, but OTOH if SWMBO doesn't have
to buy me my cigarettes, will I ever actually *see* the $20 a week I'm
saving?

Probably not. It will end up getting funneled into stupid useless pieces of
shiny metal and rock more than likely. One sad but true reason why I
haven't gotten around to quitting the damn things yet.

--
Michael McIntyre ---- Silvan
Linux fanatic, and certified Geek; registered Linux user #243621
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Rue/5407/

Dave Fleming wrote in message

SNIP Nickle rides on the Staten Island Ferry. The well known 'Submarine
Races' if ya folla? :-)))))))

I did my undergraduate work on Staten Island in the 70s. IIRC it was still
5 cents. (Well, a dime one way, free the other.) A cheap date was a ferry
ride and a six-pack. Good memories.

Glen

Ah yes. My big kid at age three running in as we unpacked (military) in our
tenth place and announcing "the plants by the back porch smell just like
green gum."

"Silvan" wrote in message
...
Dave Fleming wrote:

Teaberry Gum

They still sell that.

It was cool... On a recent Scout camping trip, we found teaberries for
real. I hadn't had a teaberry in years!

They taste just like the gum, only pulpier.

Dang, you guys keep going back in time like that and pretty soon we'll
hit the 1800s (or have we already;-)

Renata

On Wed, 31 Dec 2003 09:36:16 -0800, Larry Blanchard
wrote:

In article ,
says...
.....
Milk trays left out for the milkman

Milkmen who came thru the back door and into the kitchen to check the
refrigerator (or icebox) to see what you needed.

And, the bakery man's horse who knew the route by heart :-).

smart, not dumb for email

On 01 Jan 2004 00:55:16 GMT, otforme (Charlie Self)
wrote:

Larry Blanchard writes:

The Duncan yo-yo man?

Wow. That's grade school stuff. I bet I hadn't thought of that guy in something
like 30-35 years, at least.

Today, they'd probably arrest him as a potential child molester, always around
showing kids tricks and helping them practice the tricks they always knew.
Always around at least for a few days.

And I would never have won the loop-de-loop championship of Tufts
Park. I still do a mean "rock-the-baby" and "around-the-world."

Now you're in Dick Clark territory. :-)
j4

Renata wrote:
Dang, you guys keep going back in time like that and pretty soon we'll
hit the 1800s (or have we already;-)

Renata
[snip]

Silvan wrote:

Howard wrote:
[snippage]

106. Wris****ches with hands that went around


Huh? I'm wearing one right now. It's not a mechanical movement though.
Quartz. I hate digital watches. Time is an analog thing.

I once used the phrase "it's about 20 minutes of seven" in response to
my grandson's query. That earned me a blank stare. Taking that as a
request for further explanation, I related that to the hands on the
clock and it being the same as 40 minutes after. Then, which is the
same as 6:40. Might be useful information some day.
mahalo,
jo4hn

jo4hn wrote:

I once used the phrase "it's about 20 minutes of seven" in response to
my grandson's query. That earned me a blank stare. Taking that as a
request for further explanation, I related that to the hands on the
clock and it being the same as 40 minutes after. Then, which is the
same as 6:40. Might be useful information some day.

I grew up digital. 6:40. I got confused by geezers who insisted on using
strange terminology like "it's around a quarter 'til seven" to describe the
time 6:40:32.

Then something changed. I can't put my finger on what, really. I just
decided keeping track of time with digital precision is silly. I also got
far less hung up on punctuality.

My Casio Databank is still in a drawer around here somewhere, but I'm on my
third Timex Expedition now. I killed the first two by getting them caught
on things and ripping the band off so many times that the little metal
holes are wallowed out. They still run. None of them tell the same time,
and I like it that way.

It's about a quarter 'til noonish. Happy new year. Hope your head isn't
throbbing as badly as mine is.

--
Michael McIntyre ---- Silvan
Linux fanatic, and certified Geek; registered Linux user #243621
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Rue/5407/

Silvan notes:


The evening I quit, I finished
almost 4 packs of cigarets for the day, and that was not far above the
norm.
Even at 90 cents a pack, that was getting costly.

I hope you come through that OK, Charlie. Some people die of lung cancer at
50 without ever lighting a butt, and other people smoke five packs a day
until age 103.

I betcha a buck you cannot locate a single one of the latter. I was 50 when I
quit smoking and wish I'd quit 20 years earlier...about your age, IIRC...but I
was convinced the government was full of ****, so I kept on. Well, the
government IS full of ****, but cigarets are still not a great way to help your
health.

I was smoking an average of 3 packs a day, so that's 21 packs a week, at an
average of 90 cents a back. Call it 20 bucks a week, so like Swingman, I was
****ing away upwards of a grand. My first FIL used to claim he never smoked
(habitually--he liked the very occasional cigar) because he was too cheap,
wanted the money for other things.

I figure I'm spending $1,000. A nice budget, but OTOH if SWMBO doesn't have
to buy me my cigarettes, will I ever actually *see* the $20 a week I'm
saving?

Probably not. It will end up getting funneled into stupid useless pieces of
shiny metal and rock more than likely. One sad but true reason why I
haven't gotten around to quitting the damn things yet.

So buy your own, but don't. Stick the money in your sock drawer and use it for
something you want every 6 months or so.

Charlie Self
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave
it to. " Dorothy Parker

http://hometown.aol.com/charliediy/m.../business.html

T. wrote:

My mother sent me this a few days back. And, I can remembember
every damn thing on the quiz. What the Hell happened? I shouldn't even
be 30 yet. Damn.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about!
Ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed bottles
5. Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (Olive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered! 0-5 = You're still young If you
remembered 6-10 = You are getting older If you remembered 11-15 =
Don't tell your age, If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than
dirt!

I scored 100%. I am older than old dirt.

On Thu, 01 Jan 2004 02:18:57 -0500, Silvan wrote:

Swingman wrote:

"Charlie Self" wrote in message

The evening I quit, I finished
almost 4 packs of cigarets for the day, and that was not far above the
norm.
Even at 90 cents a pack, that was getting costly.

I hope you come through that OK, Charlie. Some people die of lung cancer at
50 without ever lighting a butt, and other people smoke five packs a day
until age 103. You just never really know. I personally think the risk is
blown way out of proportion, but then as an active smoker, and a young man
besides, you'd expect me to think that.

My Grandpappy smoked unfiltered Camels till his dying day at 86 years of
age from prostate cancer. My Pappy never smoked and died at 89 years of
age from colon cancer. My mom smoked for about 30 years, then quit. She's
still going (though rather slowly) at age 91. You just never know, but
smoking can't be good for you. I smoked for 30+ years before quiting and
don't have any detectable health problems - yet.

-Doug

During WW II (not the Forrest blade) pants buttons were often made of
cardboard. After a few washings they'd fold and your fly would pop open.

I used to sort the rationing stamps in my father's grocery store. Because
of the business we had a "B" gas rationing decal on our windshield. Most
people had an "A" and my father wouldn't use more than an "A" decal rated
because he said he never used the car for business.

I was at a dance (my mother made my sisters take me) when the high school
football hero broke down and cried because he was declared 4-F at his
physical and couldn't enlist.

Now people think they're patriotic if they stick a bumper sticker on their
car and talk about being at war.

Lionel
...........
We didn't have dirt until I was almost ten. Who knew it was going to be a
big thing?
Take the dog out before sending email.

"Howard" wrote in message
...
otforme (Charlie Self) wrote:

In NY State, no sales tax until about '65, introduced at 4%, IIRC, thanks
to
Nellie Rockefeller, governor for far too long.

12. Gas wars -- Econotane at 11 cents/gal

--
Howard Lee Harkness
Texas Certified Concealed Handgun Instructor
www.CHL-TX.com

Low-cost Domain Registration and Hosting! www.Texas-Domains.com

In article , Larry Jaques
says...

Sounds good. Be sure to seek out copies of any of Christopher
Moore's books. I just lost a quart of tears reading (+ laughing
throughout) his book "The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove".

Thanks. Hadn't heard of him. I just wrote down the name for next weeks
library run.

--
Where ARE those Iraqi WMDs?

In article ,
otforme says...
Larry Blanchard writes:

The Duncan yo-yo man?

Wow. That's grade school stuff. I bet I hadn't thought of that guy in something
like 30-35 years, at least.

Today, they'd probably arrest him as a potential child molester

Well it was 60 years ago that I started grade school :-). But I seem to
remember that recently there was a revival of the traveling yo-yo expert
by Duncan. Do a google.

--
Where ARE those Iraqi WMDs?

Doug Winterburn wrote:

My Grandpappy smoked unfiltered Camels till his dying day at 86 years
of
age from prostate cancer. My Pappy never smoked and died at 89 years
of
age from colon cancer. My mom smoked for about 30 years, then quit.
She's still going (though rather slowly) at age 91. You just never
know, but smoking can't be good for you. I smoked for 30+ years
before quiting and don't have any detectable health problems - yet.

The most important health decision you make is choosing your parents. ;-)

-- Mark

"Doug Winterburn" wrote in message
On Thu, 01 Jan 2004 02:18:57 -0500, Silvan wrote:

Swingman wrote:

"Charlie Self" wrote in message

The evening I quit, I finished
almost 4 packs of cigarets for the day, and that was not far above the
norm.
Even at 90 cents a pack, that was getting costly.

I hope you come through that OK, Charlie. Some people die of lung
cancer at
50 without ever lighting a butt, and other people smoke five packs a day
until age 103. You just never really know. I personally think the risk
is
blown way out of proportion, but then as an active smoker, and a young
man
besides, you'd expect me to think that.

My Grandpappy smoked unfiltered Camels till his dying day at 86 years of
age from prostate cancer. My Pappy never smoked and died at 89 years of
age from colon cancer. My mom smoked for about 30 years, then quit. She's
still going (though rather slowly) at age 91. You just never know, but
smoking can't be good for you. I smoked for 30+ years before quiting and
don't have any detectable health problems - yet.

My paternal grandfather, who INHALED Prince Albert pipe tobacco through a
pipe for almost 80 years, was forced by the doctor's to quit smoking at 93,
then died five years later of cancer. I smoked for 30 years, and quit 12
years ago ... a little voice in the back of my head, which kept getting
louder and louder as time went by, left NO doubt it was the thing to do.

Just got over a serious lung infection, missed almost two months in the shop
as a result, and wonder just how much my smoking made me suspectible to it
in the first place.

While it isn't any of my business, my tendency is to say: "Quit smoking
Michael! ... put the money saved into wood/tools and do your _future_ health
a big favor to boot."

--
www.e-woodshop.net
Last update: 12/29/03

As a draftee, at 5 AM one cold morning in 1967, I left my warm bed, and an
equally warm an delectable young wife, for a 100 mile ride to ye olde Army
Induction Center.

The single, smug son-of-bitch sitting next to me on the bus gloated all the
way that he had VOLUNTEERED, _enlisted_ . JOINED UP, and was going to
Helicopter School ... to say that he was ecstatic to be on that damn bus is
an understatement. We get to the induction station and that SOB was almost
immediately declared 4F and got a free ride back home that afternoon ... I
didn't cry, but I damn sure felt like it!

I think the only other time I envied anyone that much was when I stepped off
the plane to Vietnam and saw the SOB's lining up to get on that very same
plane to go home!

--
www.e-woodshop.net
Last update: 12/29/03

"Lionel" wrote in message

I was at a dance (my mother made my sisters take me) when the high school
football hero broke down and cried because he was declared 4-F at his
physical and couldn't enlist.

Now people think they're patriotic if they stick a bumper sticker on their
car and talk about being at war.

Swingman writes:


While it isn't any of my business, my tendency is to say: "Quit smoking
Michael! ... put the money saved into wood/tools and do your _future_ health
a big favor to boot."

Good advice. None of my business either, but think of how much better you, your
house, your clothing will smell, and how many fewer holes you'll have in
clothing, upholstery, etc.

Charlie Self
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave
it to. " Dorothy Parker

http://hometown.aol.com/charliediy/m.../business.html

On Thu, 01 Jan 2004 13:02:52 -0600, Swingman wrote:

As a draftee, at 5 AM one cold morning in 1967, I left my warm bed, and an
equally warm an delectable young wife, for a 100 mile ride to ye olde Army
Induction Center.

The single, smug son-of-bitch sitting next to me on the bus gloated all the
way that he had VOLUNTEERED, _enlisted_ . JOINED UP, and was going to
Helicopter School ... to say that he was ecstatic to be on that damn bus is
an understatement. We get to the induction station and that SOB was almost
immediately declared 4F and got a free ride back home that afternoon ... I
didn't cry, but I damn sure felt like it!

I had a congressional appointment to the Air Force Academy through Henry
M. Jackson. Then I broke my neck playing high school football. Had 3
vertabrae fused and the Air Force didn't want me as I woulda had a
visible scar while in dress uniform - WTF? About 2 weeks later, got my
notice to report to the induction center in Seattle. After the
physical, the Army wouldn't take me either and declared me 4F. I didn't
cry.

-Doug

Larry Blanchard responds:


Wow. That's grade school stuff. I bet I hadn't thought of that guy in
something
like 30-35 years, at least.

Today, they'd probably arrest him as a potential child molester

Well it was 60 years ago that I started grade school :-). But I seem to
remember that recently there was a revival of the traveling yo-yo expert
by Duncan. Do a google

Nah. My arthritis would probably keep me from doing even as poorly as I did 60
years ago!

Charlie Self
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave
it to. " Dorothy Parker

http://hometown.aol.com/charliediy/m.../business.html

"Swingman" wrote in message
...
As a draftee, at 5 AM one cold morning in 1967, I left my warm bed, and an
equally warm an delectable young wife, for a 100 mile ride to ye olde Army
Induction Center.

I visited the induction center in KC in 1966 when they were drafting
anything that could walk. For the first time since WWII they were taking
draftees and putting them in the Marines. One poor kid received the news
that he was a new Marine and sat on the floor bawling. Me, I spent the next
two years making Germany safe for democracy.

Larry

"Lawrence L'Hote" wrote in message

"Swingman" wrote in message

As a draftee, at 5 AM one cold morning in 1967, I left my warm bed, and
an
equally warm an delectable young wife, for a 100 mile ride to ye olde
Army
Induction Center.

I visited the induction center in KC in 1966 when they were drafting
anything that could walk. For the first time since WWII they were taking
draftees and putting them in the Marines. One poor kid received the news
that he was a new Marine and sat on the floor bawling. Me, I spent the
next
two years making Germany safe for democracy.

Same time frame. Every other group of ten in line was separated that
morning, although they didn't say why ... until they congratulated those new
draftees on being future Marines.

--
www.e-woodshop.net
Last update: 12/29/03

I agree with you and neither am I young or a smoker.
"Silvan" wrote in message
...
I personally think the risk is
blown way out of proportion,

CW writes:

I agree with you and neither am I young or a smoker.
"Silvan" wrote in message
...
I personally think the risk is
blown way out of proportion,


Ayup. Sure. Smoking killed my father, my mother and my kid sister. So far, 3
out of 5. Way the hell out of proportion.

Charlie Self
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave
it to. " Dorothy Parker

http://hometown.aol.com/charliediy/m.../business.html

What a bunch of whiners . . .

20/400 vision in one eye, and flat feet . . . a double 'free pass'.

I FOUGHT to get in !! While I was in USAF tech school, my 'super athlete'
brother was #4 on the local draw. He was ready to run to Canada while my
parents were getting a psychiatrist to give him an 'out'.

Maybe I'm stupid, but I did what I felt was right. Yes, I did make it to
SEA.

The only ones 'gloating' were the Reservists who were going to 'Home AFB'
after Basic.

Regards,
Ron Magen
Backyard Boatshop
{Bad eye, but I still out-shot even the instructors and a lot of people who
claim to be 'snipers' . . . still can. Bad feet & overweight, but I still
passed 'PT Qualification' where a number of these 'physically fit athletes'
couldn't hack it. And a couple of years ago I was able to out-do about 6
teenagers that were working with me at a Summer Daycamp !!}

On Thu, 01 Jan 2004 21:28:58 +0000, Ron Magen wrote:

What a bunch of whiners . . .

20/400 vision in one eye, and flat feet . . . a double 'free pass'.

I FOUGHT to get in !! While I was in USAF tech school, my 'super athlete'
brother was #4 on the local draw. He was ready to run to Canada while my
parents were getting a psychiatrist to give him an 'out'.

All well and good, but when they _won't_ allow you in, there's not much
you can do about it. OTOH, starting a fist fight in the induction
center might really impress them - or not.

-Doug

Charlie,
I never really got above a pack, or so, a day. Unfiltered Camels, or Lucky
Strikes {isn't *that* name ironic !!}. Any more than that and my chest would
'get tight'.

Although my MIL 'smoked like a chimney', none of her three kids would say or
do anything. After we got married, Joanne had her own 'way' of pushing the
issue. If I started to smoke when we were driving in the car, she would roll
down her window, wrap a scarf {handkerchief, etc.}around her face, and lean
next to it . . . NO MATTER what the weather !!

Cold, Hot, Wet, Snow . . . crap flying all around . . . no matter. For a
shicksa, she sure learned how to use the Jewish 'Guild Offense' in short
order !!

It's been so long, I can't remember the last time I had a cigarette. But
every time one of those 'Stop Smoking' spots come on . . . the feeling comes
into my head to go out and buy a pack of 'Luckies'. Joanne says it's just
because I'm, 'Contrary & Ornery'.

Regards & Good Luck,
Ron Magen
Backyard Boatshop

"Charlie Self" wrote in message
...
SNIP
Good advice. None of my business either, but think of how much better you,
your
house, your clothing will smell, and how many fewer holes you'll have in
clothing, upholstery, etc.

"Ron Magen" wrote in message

What a bunch of whiners . . .

Hey, you got that ALL wrong, Bubba ... Soldiers who actually serve/fight
for their country when called upon to do so are damn well authorized to
whine all they want!

.... AAMOF, it's more or less expected that you do.

Maybe I'm stupid, but I did what I felt was right. Yes, I did make it to
SEA.

Nothing stupid about it, and my hat's off to you ... what was "right" to
many of us at the time was NOT to run or shirk a duty and obligation to
serve despite the fact that it was involuntary insofar as being a draftee.

AAMOF, about the only thing I ever saw right about the military, in any
fashion, was the inarguable fact the "citizen soldier" was who heretofore
fought the wars and made the whole damn mess work.

--
www.e-woodshop.net
Last update: 12/29/03

And how much more time you'll have to teach woodworking to your
grandkids.

(I was a 2-1/2 pack-a-day man until I quit in my 30's. That was 20 or
so years ago and I've never looked back. No grandkids yet but I'm
looking forward to the time I'll spend with them in the shop when they
arrive.)


On 01 Jan 2004 19:07:06 GMT, otforme (Charlie Self)
wrote:
None of my business either, but think of how much better you, your
house, your clothing will smell, and how many fewer holes you'll have in
clothing, upholstery, etc.


-- jc
Published e-mail address is strictly for spam collection.
If e-mailing me, please use jc631 at optonline dot net

Ron Magen notes:

It's been so long, I can't remember the last time I had a cigarette. But
every time one of those 'Stop Smoking' spots come on . . . the feeling comes
into my head to go out and buy a pack of 'Luckies'. Joanne says it's just
because I'm, 'Contrary & Ornery'.

Could be. I always swore I'd never be one of those PITA ex-smokers. I've got a
couple friends like that, they panic and sweep their hands through the air when
someone lights up near them, and so on. But the longer I'm off the butts, the
less I can stand being around them, and the more I feel they are ruinous, both
fiscally and physically.

So I get to be a PITA. But I still abhor those damned anti-smoking crusade ads.

Luckies and Camels. I started on Viceroys, graduated to Camels, changed to
Luckies when I got out of the Marines. I was still smoking Luckies when I
finally quit. Makes me wonder how many bucks I made for the various governments
taxing those things.

Charlie Self
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave
it to. " Dorothy Parker

http://hometown.aol.com/charliediy/m.../business.html

You forgot to play the TwiZone music when you mentioned
Dick "Other Dimensional" Clark there, jo4hn.


On Thu, 01 Jan 2004 15:46:20 GMT, jo4hn brought
forth from the murky depths:

Now you're in Dick Clark territory. :-)
j4

Renata wrote:
Dang, you guys keep going back in time like that and pretty soon we'll
hit the 1800s (or have we already;-)

Renata
[snip]


---
After they make styrofoam, what do they ship it in? --Steven Wright
http://diversify.com Comprehensive Website Development

Thu, Jan 1, 2004, 11:46am (Silvan) says:
snip I just decided keeping track of time with digital precision is
silly. I also got far less hung up on punctuality. snip

I've met people who can't tell time, unless the clock or watch has
numbers. Probably they're the same people who can't drive a stick
shift.

I quit wearing a watch years ago. I've got a clock on the
microwave, clock on the truck radio, Mickey Mouse clock sitting on the
back of the couch, that pretty well keeps me covered.

On the few times I do carry a watch, that is what I do, carry one.
I've got a couple of pocket watches, my favorate is a Rooshian with a
hunter case, and plays music when you open the case. The watch is a
wind-up, but the musi plays with a little battery, 6 different tunes.
Cost around $50. Neat.

JOAT
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of
enthusiasm.
- Sir Winston Churchill

Life just ain't life without good music. - JOAT
Web Page Update 1 Jan 2004.
Some tunes I like.
http://community-2.webtv.net/Jakofal...OMETUNESILIKE/

(David Hall) wrote in
:

102. Doctors smoking cigarettes during office visits
103. Oleo
104. Raw eggs in home-made ice cream
105. Studebakers
106. Wris****ches with hands that went around
107. Mechanical typewriters
108. Hand-cranked cash registers
109. Sock hops
110. Kids carrying a .22 out of the city limits to practice target
shooting without adult supervision -- & buying the ammo with no proof
of age

111. The ice man putting ice into your icebox (and the three cornered
sign you hung in the window to tell him how big of a block you wanted)

112. Red Ryder And Littlebeaver
113. Rootie Kazootie
114. Tige and Buster Brown(That's my dog, Tige. He lives in a shoe........)

In article ,
otforme says...

Could be. I always swore I'd never be one of those PITA ex-smokers. I've got a
couple friends like that, they panic and sweep their hands through the air when
someone lights up near them, and so on. But the longer I'm off the butts, the
less I can stand being around them, and the more I feel they are ruinous, both
fiscally and physically.

I've been off of them (and my pipes) for 6-7 years now, and they're just
beginning to smell bad. But I've resisted complaining since I inflicted
the smell on others for 45 years :-).

BTW, my cardiologist said I could have a cigar once a month. I've been
doing that for the same length of time. People ask how I can do that and
not smoke more - I don't know but it doesn't seem to be a problem. In
fact, I'm probably cigar free till the weather warms up - I don't smoke
them in the house :-).

But if I make it to 80, I plan on quitting exersizing, getting out my
pipes, and puffing up a storm!

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In article ,
otforme says...
Ron Magen notes:

It's been so long, I can't remember the last time I had a cigarette. But
every time one of those 'Stop Smoking' spots come on . . . the feeling comes
into my head to go out and buy a pack of 'Luckies'. Joanne says it's just
because I'm, 'Contrary & Ornery'.

Could be. I always swore I'd never be one of those PITA ex-smokers. I've got a
couple friends like that, they panic and sweep their hands through the air when
someone lights up near them, and so on. But the longer I'm off the butts, the
less I can stand being around them, and the more I feel they are ruinous, both
fiscally and physically.

So I get to be a PITA. But I still abhor those damned anti-smoking crusade ads.


I never smoked and was never tempted to do so, but everytime I hear
one of those blasted PSA anti-smoking ads, the urge to go out and buy a
carton of cigarettes sweeps over me. I guess it's because those ads are
a) stupid, b) condescending, and c) take the idea of government as
caregiver in the role of "mother knows best" to the extreme.