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Up,Up, and Away!

In Uncategorized on April 28, 2011 at 1:30 am

Las Vegas

MGM Las Vegas

Here  we are here in Beautiful, Las Vegas, NV. This is the starting place for our much awaited “Up,Up and away” Balloon Festival Caravan, which ends in  Albuquerque, NM. in three weeks. We came here a week early so we could see some shows and other sights. One thing that I noticed that was interesting-the street signs are lighted so you can read them at night. I am glad that we did decide to give ourselves an extra week  because there is so much more to Las Vegas than just the the gambling. Carol has joined up with her friends   from N.Y.   June and I saw three shows and investigated the  Las Vegas area in general. We had to check out of our first camp  site here at the campground and moved over to where the caravan group of ” Up,Up and away ” are meeting. They have reserved camp sites. ( We had stayed at our first camp site  for 7 days and it only cost us, with gambling credits, $85.00 ).

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Today we relocated over to a new site assigned to us by our wagon master. After we got set up, we drove over to the Casino to a meeting room where we registered. We have been given #20 for this caravan. There are 24 units in this group. We returned again at 2:30 pm for the orientation meeting and to meet  our fellow travelers. The bus picked us up at 5:00pm and took us to the Excalibur Casino where we were treated to; “King Arthur’s Tourament.” with dinner and show. The dinner was served Medieval style – no utensils. A pewter mug & soup bowl. You drank soup from the bowl and ate a Cornish hen & a hunk of bread with your fingers while cheering your favorite knight on to victory in the tournament. The tables were arranged around an arena where the knights on horses competed. We had a great time!

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The next day the bus picked us up at 8:15 am for a boat ride on Lake Meade and a tour of Hoover Dam. The bus ride over gave us another chance to get better aqcuainted with our fellow travelers. The bus driver did a great job of keeping us informed about everything from “who owns what in Vegas” to stories about the building of Hoover Dam. (Our driver was an English Gentleman, not American and he did a great job). The boat trip was enjoyable. The Hoover Dam was certainly worth going to. It was started in 1931 and finished in 1935, two years ahead of schedule and one and a half million dollars under budget. (Total cost was 165 million dollars).

The 17 generators generate over two million Kilowatts—that is a lot of power. After we got back to the campground we had a travel meeting with Pat & Ken (wagon masters). They covered our next trip and what to expect on the road. We are free now until tomorrow. Carol’s friends are here and she is happy.

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Today  we are leaving Silverton’s  RV Park, Las Vegas, N V. For;    Brentwood RV Resort, Hurricane,UT. (You  do not travel in a group caravan, but singly or pairs etc ) . We gave the Las Vegas traffic a chance to thin out on I-15 north before we left. There is major construction going on here “to by-pass I-15 out to near the mountains” because here, in Las Vegas, it so loaded down with local traffic. I drove so June could enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Virgin River Gorge. We decided that because we only have about 100 miles to drive tomorrow, that we would briefly sight-see Zion Nat’l Park in the  morning before we left..We went down to the “before travel meeting”at  Pat & Kens RV and got some ideas of what to look for tomorrow at Zion Nat’l Park from some of our group who went this  afternoon.

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We are leaving Brentwood RV Resort,Hurricane,UT.  For; Panguitch KOA Park, Panguitch,UT. We pulled our RV over to an overflow area and dropped it off. We drove  34 miles to Zion Nat’l Park this morning.

Zion Nat'l Park

We got there at 8:45am and the visitors center was open. We toured the center and picked up any infornation we needed and left for the Park. We drove around the Park and it was great.We drove over to the “River Walk”,walking trail just as it started to rain so we returned to the park and picked up our RV. We headed out to our next park. The scenery on the way was outstanding.The Park put on a good ” ice cream get together” at 6:00 pm. We won a coffee cup on one of the drawings, (Everyone won something).

I started to set the alarm for 6:00am, but June talked me into changing it to 7:00am so she could get a little more sleep. At 7:00am I got up, turned on the heater & coffee. There was frost on top of the cars (and we were complaining about the heat  just yesterday and running the a/c). We drove into Bryce Canyon Nat’l Park around noon and drove out to the end at Rainbow Point, checked out the visitors center, then drove back,  stopping at all of the “Over-looks”, 18 miles at 35 mph (thePark speed limit). All of the overlooks are on the  return side of the road

Bryce Canyon

.The views from all of the over-looks were just out-standing. Bryce is not really a canyon, but “14 Amphitheaters of color-eroded limestone pinnacles and spires called Hoodoos”. The Red, Pink and Orange colors of the limestone constantly change with the sun, making the landscape come alive. The Indians called it “Red Rocks Standing Like Men in a Bowl-ShapedCanyon”. Indian legend has it that long ago there lived in the area, animal-like creatures that could change into people. “They were evil so Coyote turned them all into Stone”. On the way back we fueled up. We had a Bar-B-Que at the park. It was very good. We had our travel meeting afterwards. >

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We are leaving Panguitch, KOA Park, Panguitch, UT. For; Canyonland Campground, Moab, UT. There can be no question, but that it is cold this morning. 25 degrees F. We were the last ones out of the campground, as usual. My sweet wife did a great job of starting of us out on our trip. She topped the summit at Fishlake Nat’l Park (not our stop), at 7,923 ft. with no problem at all. We chose not to take the senic, by way of  Rte-12 & Rte-24, because of the steep grades reported  up to 12 % from my  Mountain Dictionary- Ken was told that the dictionary was wrong, that there no grades steeper than 8%. The people that did go that way said that we made a good decision, because there were 12%  grades that we would have had  major problems  with.  (I,m glad that we have a Mountain Directionary, it sure does come in handy.) We had a very scenic trip going US-89, I-70 & Rte-191. We pulled into an “over-view ” for lunch. The view from there was out-standing. We met some of our group when we fueled up at Green River. We tried to join them, but they ran off and left us. We checked into the campground and set up. Very short sites and kind of cramped with trees. Tomorrow we are going white water rafting on the Colorado River. >

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We are up and ready to go White Water Rafting on the Colorado River today.

Jetting the Colorado

The Colorado River

With memories of the White Water Rafting trip that we took several years ago on the Penobscot River in Maine, we were ready when the bus picked us up at 8:00am. We were on the first trip. The other half wanted to see the “Arches”, some 30 miles away. We knew that it wasn’t going to be as exciting as the “Penobscot River” trip when we didn’t get helmets and the guide was the only one with an oar. However, it was fun, with beautiful scenery. Our  guide did a excellent job explaining the landscape as we went downriver. ( The only bad thing about the trip was the “Port-a potty”. Man-O-Man, was that “Ripe” ). After the rafting trip was over, we returned to the campground. I think that we have a couple of  “glo-plugs” bad. I have been plugging in the crankcase heater each night and the truck starts on the coldest mornings with no problems.

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Today we got up, had breakfast and got ready for our trip down the Colorado River on a Jet Boat. The Bus picked us up at 11:00am and took us down stream about 15 miles from where we went rafting. The canyons in this area are fantastic. When we arrived at the Boat Launch Area, they had  a Picknic Table set up under some trees with lunch . After lunch, we boarded the  Jet Boats and headed down River. The canyons were unbelivable! Our guide John stopped several times to give us a Geology lessons on the different layers of formations. He appeared to be very knowledgeable and he certainly had our interest. We took a lot of pictures on the trip. On the way we stopped at an area of wall covered with black magnesium oxide. There were some petroglyphs etched through the black into the Red sandstone….when we got back to our campground and got cleaned up, we took our crock- pot over to our groups pot luck dinner. It was good. Today is June’s Birthday. Everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to her and she got a bunch of cards which made her very happy. >

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We are leaving Canyanland campground, Moab,UT for:United campground, Duranango,Co. This morning everyone had to take turns pulling out. Because of the short camp sites, the 5th wheel trucks stuck out into the road, so they pulled out first. June was driving the 1st half of the trip. She never got out of 3rd gear for the first 20 minutes. we were climbing from 4,000ft to 6,000ft. It was a pretty much an  un-eventful trip. We finally got to the campground and checked in. >

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We were up at 5:00 am to get ready for our 7:00am Bus trip down to the train station in Durango. From there we take a narrow gauge Railroad train ride to  Silverton, Co., up in the mountains. We will return this afternoon by Bus. The train ride itself wasn’t too comfortable, but the scenery was great. It was a 31/2 hour ride on hard narrow straight back seats. Open the window and you get covered with soo. We had 2 1/2 hours to look around Silverton before the bus  picked us up for the trip back. There really isn’t much up here but restaurants, Gift Shops and history. June bought presents for our kids. >

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We are going to Mesa Verde Nat’l Park. It is about a 45 minute trip to get to the visitors center.  We had our own guide on the bus and he was very knowledgeable.

Mesa Verde Cliff Dwellers

At  Mesa Verde are  ancient multistoried dwellings that fill the cliff-rock alcoves that may rise 2,000 ft. above Montezuma valley. The Anasazi (Ancient Ones) began to settle on the top about AD 750. Around 1200 they moved into the recesses in the cliffs. Around 1270 they moved out for unknown reasons.They had a high degree of skills as craftmen. The condition of the dwellings today confirms this. We returned back pretty well worn out. >

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We are leaving United Campground, Durango,Co. for; Gouldings Motel & RV Park, Monument Valley,UT. The first 20 miles we stayed in 3rd gear because it was a little hilly. We arrived with only about 1/4 of our fuel left in our tanks. We were driving into a head wind most of the way. (This is why we carry two spare 12 gallon cans of diesel, protected in the back ). The scenery from our campsite overlooking MonumentValley is wonderful.

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The $250.00 stimulus check!

In Uncategorized on April 15, 2011 at 10:27 am
STIMULUS CHECK
 Many of you people out there, reading the information
put out by our government, just may not understand the
Stimulus Check payout plan very clearly. I found this
explaination on the internet and it seems to make
everything quite clear.
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Just in case you are a senior citizen and have received  a
check for $250 . This is a very exciting program. I’ll
explain it by using the Q and A format:
Q. What is an Economic Stimulus payment?
A. It is money that the federal government will send to
     taxpayers.
Q. Where will the government get this money?
A. From the taxpayers.
Q. So the government is giving me back my own money?
A. Only a tiny,little bit.
Q. What is the purpose of this payment?
A. The plan is for you to use the money to purchase a
     high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.
Q. But isn’t that stimulating the economy of Asia?
A. Shut up!  You  got your check.
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Here are some helpful advice on how to best
help our economy by spending your stimulus
check wisely:
1. If you spend the stimulus money at Wal-Mart, your
    money will go to China.
2 .If you spend it on gasoline, your money will go to
    Saudi Arabia.
3. If you purchase a computer, it will go to India.
4. If you purchase fruit and vegetables, it will go to
    Mexico, Honduras or Guatemala.
5. If you buy a car, it will go to Japan or Korea.
6. If you purchase useless plastic stuff, it will go to
    Taiwan.
7. If you pay off your credit cards. or buy stock, it will
    go to pay management bonuses and be hidden in
    offshore accounts.
Or, you can keep the money in”America”by
doing the following;
1. Spending it at yard sales or flea markets.
2. Going to baseball, basketball or football games.
3. Hiring prostitutes.
4. Buying cheap beer.
5. Getting tattoos.
These are the wholly-American-owned businesses still
operating in the U.S.
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Conclusion:
The best way to stimulate the economy is to go to a
ball game with a prostitute that you met at a yard sale
and drink beer all day until you are drunk enough to
get tatooed.

Dale Visits a Nudist Camp

In Uncategorized on April 14, 2011 at 12:12 pm

I was reading an article in my AARP Bulletin on Eldercare. At the end, it said to go to – “aarp.com” for more information.In among that information I found this Blog! After reading it,my mind instantly went back to the days when I was 17.What would I have done if there had been a “Nudist camp” close to the small Town that I grew up in??(I won’t tell you where my mind went from there).Anyway,it was an enjoyable blog to read. Here it is.

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DALE SNEAKS INTO A NUDIST CAMP
Imagine you moved into a large house and were told that you have free run of the whole place–except for the room on the left at the top of the stairs. That door would be always locked. What room would then occupy your thoughts more than any other?
I was seventeen. It was 1966. We had moved to Sultan, Washington the previous summer, my Dad, a minister, being assigned to that parish. I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp near Sultan, but I didn’t yet know where. Then came an article in the “Everett Herald” about nudism.It mentioned the Lake Associates nudist camp on the Sultan Basin Road, and also Fraternity Snoqualmie, a large nudist camp “four miles south of Issaquah.” That’s all I knew, but it was enough. I had never been to Issaquah, a town 43 miles south of Sultan, on Highway 90. I would find it.
I told my parents I was going camping for the weekend, loaded up my bicycle saddlebags with camping gear, and pedaled off. I rode my bike out of Sultan, then ditched it and the supplies deep in the underbrush, out of sight, and walked out to the shoulder of the highway and, carrying only a coat, stuck out my thumb.
Fortunately I’ve always looked younger than my age, and it’s not difficult for a boy to hitch rides. It was Friday evening, though, when I was dropped off in Issaquah–too late to try to find Fraternity Snoqualmie–but I walked around the town until finding that only one main highway headed south, and so assumed that was to be my route the next morning.
Night came on. I went into the entranceway of the Issaquah High School and lay down on the concrete porch, with only my coat for warmth. Although it was summer, the nights were cool, but it was the hard concrete that finally got to me. With all my joints aching, I got up sometime in the night and went looking for a better place to sleep. I came upon a parsonage, and being a preacher’s kid and knowing about a minister’s kindness and charity, if I were caught, I stepped into the back yard and lay on the lawn. The hard ground was a lot softer than the concrete, and I slept.
At dawn I was wet with dew, and cold. Before the parsonage household woke up, I was eating a cheap breakfast purchased at a local market. And dried out by the morning sun and with a full stomach, I hitchhiked south out of town.
I couldn’t very well tell the driver who picked me up to take me to the nearest nudist camp, nor was I even sure it was the right way. I just said that I was going to a friend’s house a few miles down the highway, and then stared at the roadside to see any sign of Fraternity Snoqualmie. To my excited delight, there it was, right out there in plain view–a sign on the left of the highway with the camp’s name on it, next to a long driveway going up the hill. Not wanting to be obvious, I waited about a half-mile farther before saying, “Here it is. Here’s his house. Thank you.” He dropped me off, and I acted like I was walking to a house. When he drove out of sight, I came back out to the highway and walked north to the road leading to what was described as the largest nudist camp in the Northwest.
It turned out to be a long, long driveway–quite a hike on foot. I stepped quietly in order to hear any approaching car, and when hearing one, I quickly slipped into the underbrush and hid as it went by, peering out and imagining that soon that family in the car will all be naked. It seemed unreal–too good to be true. Further up, I came to a stretch in the road that had a cliff on one side and a dirt wall on the other, and dreaded anyone coming then. To my horror, I heard footsteps! A man was walking down the road and coming toward me, around the bend still out of sight. I had nowhere to go. I hated the thought of running back down the hill, and besides, he was now too close to avoid. He would see me running down the hill when he rounded the bend. There was only a small, scraggly bush growing out of the dirt wall, and I hid behind it hopelessly. Not only could someone see me through the bush, but when even with me I wouldn’t even be behind it, but beside it, in plain view. I hid as best I could, and stayed perfectly still. Miraculously, the man walked by focusing on the road several feet in front of him, and never saw me! As I continued my hike, I wondered why a man was walking down that road anyway. Perhaps he had sneaked in, like me, and was leaving. Or perhaps he was hiking and would have enjoyed throwing a trespasser off the cliff.
Eventually I could hear people. Adults and children were both laughing and shouting, and it sounded like many of them. The road took a turn to the left and I glimpsed a gatehouse and jumped back, then left the road and made my way through the woods. Western Washington State woods are full of heavy underbrush, which is wonderful for someone trying not to be seen. But for some reason when I sneak, I get a nervous stomach; and often when I get a nervous stomach, I have to poop. It came on strong, and there was nothing I could do about it but squat down and go. No toilet paper. I picked large leaves from a tree and did my best to wipe. The leaves were thin. It was not a good experience.
I continued through the woods, following the sounds of the people, and finally came to the open grounds of Fraternity Snoqualmie. There was a broken-down school bus at the edge of the clearing, with no one in the immediate vicinity, and behind this bus I took off all my clothes except for my shoes and hid my clothes beneath a big board. I then, for the first time in my life, walked out into the view of men, women and children, stark naked.
As I walked down a driveway toward the crowds, I saw a woman coming toward me, walking up the same driveway. Moments later, I passed the first nude woman I’d ever really seen. She was probably in her forties, slightly heavy-set, but not unattractive. Her breasts swayed gracefully as she walked. She ignored me as though passing me on a city sidewalk, but I ogled her as much as I subtly could, and suddenly a problem arose. I knew by then, somehow, that an erection is not quite proper in a nudist camp, and was horrified to see a man now walking up the driveway. Suddenly I had a great idea. Nudists sunbathe! I could pretend I was sunbathing. So I scurried over and lay belly down on the grass beside the driveway, with my cheek resting on my hands and my eyes watching the man. As he passed by, he gave me an odd look. Later I figured out why: Never having been nude in the sun before, I was almost sickeningly white, except for my hands and face (I even wore long-sleeve shirts as a rule), and on my feet I wore, not only shoes, but black leather dress shoes, the ones I wore to church! And to top it off, leaves do not toilet paper make. It was in a restroom there, that I discovered I had poop smeared on my butt. That man was very kind only to give me an odd look. Oh, yes, one more thing: They have an area for sunbathing. I was lying in the parking lot.
When my problem went down, I got up and walked closer to the crowds, only to have the problem arise again. This time I just sat on the ground and blocked the problem with my legs. I was near the restroom then. Naked men and woman and children were going in and out, and during a pausein people I slipped into the restroom and into a stall to rest (and use real toilet paper). Some wet paper towels later, I walked out into virtual public in only my shoes. (I’ve heard many people have nightmares about being suddenly naked in public. Curiously, I’ve had these dreams, too, but they have always been good dreams.)
As it turned out, this was the weekend of Fraternity Snoqualmie’s annual Seafair celebration, and the park was packed! There were hundreds of people there–naked people! In less than twenty minutes I overcame my problem, and I began to meander through the many visitors–a very white boy with tan hands and face, wearing black dress shoes, trying to fit in.
And somehow I did. It was as if I were invisible. I sat around among the people, waited in line at the snack bar, having returned to my clothes to get some money from my pants pocket, and no one even spoke to me.
I remembered how traumatic it was the first time I had to undress in front of others. Only I had seen myself since puberty, and I thought I looked funny. People would surely laugh if they saw me, right? Then came P.E. in junior high, and I was required to shower after class with two dozen other boys. This was a dreadful experience for a sheltered, preacher’s kid. Other boys seemed to take it in stride, laughing and joking and talking about teachers and school and sports and TV shows. Of course they looked okay. I looked funny. But then no one laughed at me. Most of them were circumcised, many weren’t, it was just one or the other, no big deal. Some had smaller genitals than I, some larger. There were varying degrees and areas of tan, some different colors of skin. A lot of boys were fatter than I and jiggled when they walked. Some were really skinny. Really, I didn’t look that funny after all. And pretty soon I, too, was laughing and joking and talking about teachers and school and sports and TV shows. Taking showers in school became easy for me, although having other boys snap me with towels was hard to get used to.
Now I was having some of those old feelings. Maybe women would laugh at me, maybe children would. For sure, this time, I did look funny, with my odd tan and dress shoes. But no one laughed. I was as accepted as anyone.
And I saw that TV commercials and magazines had been very narrow in portraying the human body. It turns out that bodies are as varied as faces. Here it was like someone took a city block of people and stripped them all. But no one was embarrassed. No one ridiculed. All were accepted, even the obese people whose fat hung downenough to cover their genitals. These people would have had fun with the fig leaf idea in the Garden of Eden.
There was a volleyball game going on, so I went over to watch it, sitting down on a wooden bench right next to a very extroverted girl about eighteen or nineteen who was shouting out advice to theplayers. She leaned back and rested her arms on the back of the bench, almost touching me, with her large, firm breasts poking right out there only two feet from my wandering eyes. But my problem didn’t arise. I was relaxed. I was having a good time.
Later I went over finally to take a dip in the large swimming pool. I took off my shoes and set them on the grass, and enjoyed the water. Meanwhile I noticed a couple men sitting nearby watching me. They looked like they might suspect me. Their dark glasses made them look like some kind of agents. When I got out to dry in the sun, they beckoned me to come over to them. I did, and one of them asked me, “What club do you belong to?”
“The Lake Associates at Sultan,” I said.
“You’re pretty white,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. “We don’t really get up there that often.”
“How do you like it there?” the other asked me.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said. “It’s just a lake mainly.”
He nodded slightly, and the two seemed fairly satisfied. Either they were checking me out, or just simply curious why I was such a white guy with tan hands and face. I got up and walked away, then my tender feet reminded me. I came back, looking over at the two men and said, “I forgot my shoes,” picked them up, and walked off with them in my hand.
I continued to enjoy the warm, sunny day. It wasn’t long before the novelty of nudity wore off, and I simply felt, for lack of a better word, released. Curiosity turned into appreciation. Trespassing, amidst hundreds of strangers, I felt incredibly free. I was now completely relaxed about my body.These beautiful people accepted themselves, and me. That distracted tightness seen so commonly in the faces of people on the street was not seen here. People seemed real, open, relaxed, happy. Even that first day, that first real nudist experience, I eventually disregarded the fact that we were naked, and was just encouraged by a joyful presence of humanity I had never seen before.
Later in the day, I took a walk around the grounds, walking back up the parking lot and around the vacation trailers. A nude mother stepped out of one and asked me, “Have you seen my kids? Lunch is ready and they’re off somewhere.” She assumed I somehow knew her kids. I acted like I did, but told her I hadn’t seen them, and walked on while she peered from her doorway down the hill and over the crowds. I had lived a life full of inhibitions and embarrassment, was now lying and trespassing in order to overcome it, and this lady’s worry was that her kids were having so much fun that they’d be late for lunch. This was a beautiful and wonderful place to be.
Later that afternoon, I glanced at my shoulders and saw they were reddening. I had never thought to bring sun block lotion, and my pale skin was sensitive. I had exposed it to the sun for seven hours! So, it was, sadly, time for me to leave. Perhaps some people noticed the red boy with tan hands and face walking in his black leather oxfords up toward the broken-down school bus. My clothes were thankfully still under the board behind the bus. It felt constricting and lousy putting them on, my sunburn of course not helping, and I crackled my way back through the underbrush. As I walked down the long road toward the highway, I dashed into the brush a couple times to hide from passing cars. But this time, peering out, instead of thinking that the people in each car would soon all be naked, I thought only how fortunate they are. They had the key to that room on the left at the top of the stairs, and it was a good room.
I hitchhiked back to Sultan, arriving that evening, retrieved my bicycle from the underbrush, and rode home. It was hard to hide my sunburn and it bothered me terribly for days. Telling Mom I had gone without a shirt while camping, she rubbed lotion on my burned back, too polite to comment about the burn extending down into my pants.

I will bet that you didn’t know!

In Interesting Information, Uncategorized on April 14, 2011 at 12:16 am

You’re gonna say, “I didn’t know that!”  at least 5 times. Really neat stuff here.

(Alaska) More than half of the coastline of the entire United States is in Alaska.

(Chicago) Next to Warsaw, Chicago has the largest Polish population in the world.

(Detroit) Woodward Avenue in Detroit, Michigan, carries the designation M-1, so named because it was the first paved road anywhere.

(Damascus,  Syria) Damascus, Syria, was flourishing a couple of thousand years before Rome was founded in 753 BC, making it the oldest continuously inhabited city in existence.

(Istanbul,  Turkey) Istanbul, Turkey, is the only city in the world located on two continents.

(Los  Angeles) Los  Angeles ‘  full name is: El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de  Porciuncula– and can be abbreviated to 3.63% of its size: L.A.

(New  York  City) The term ‘The Big Apple’ was coined by touring  jazz  musicians of the 1930s who used the slang expression ‘apple’ for any town or city. Therefore, to play New York  City is to play the  big time – The Big Apple.

There are more Irish in New York City than in Dublin, Ireland; more Italians in New York  City than in  Rome, Italy; and more Jews in New York  City than in Tel  Aviv , Israel.

(Ohio) There are no natural lakes in the state of Ohio, every one is manmade.

(Pitcairn  Island) The smallest island with country status is Pitcairn in  Polynesia, at just 1.75  sq. miles/4,53 sq. km.

(Rome) The first city to reach a population of 1 million people was Rome, Italy in 133 B.C.  There is a city called Rome on every continent.

(Siberia) Siberia contains more than 25% of the world’s forests.

(S.M.O.M.) The actual smallest sovereign entity in the world is the Sovereign Military Order of Malta  (S.M.O.M). It is located in the city of Rome, Italy, has an area of two tennis courts.

How April 1st Hoax’s Began!

In Uncategorized on March 30, 2011 at 12:02 am

“The hoax of the century”
TUESDAY, MARCH 29, 2011
April 1st hoax’s began from a 1938 Radio Show!
Two things combined to create mass panic, firstly many listeners did not hear the start of the program, which introduced Orson Wells as reading from the H.G.Wells book, ‘The War of the Worlds’.  Secondly, there was no chance of switching on CNN news for corroboration, just the mesmeric effect of the radio.

Here is a verbatim script of what listeners heard when they tuned in about 10 minutes after the program started.

ANNOUNCER A

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. From the Meridian Room in the Park Plaza Hotel in New York City, we bring you the music of Ramón Raquello and his orchestra. With a touch of the Spanish, Ramón Raquello leads off with ‘ La Cumparsita.’

(‘ LA CUMPARSITA’ STARTS PLAYING, THEN QUICKLY FADES OUT)

ANNOUNCER B

Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin from the Intercontinental Radio News.

At twenty minutes before eight, central time, Professor Farrell of the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois, reports observing several explosions of incandescent gas, occurring at regular intervals on the planet Mars. The spectroscope indicates the gas to be hydrogen and moving towards the earth with enormous velocity.

Professor Pierson of the Observatory at Princeton confirms Farrell’s observation, and describes the phenomenon as, quote, ‘like a jet of blue flame shot from a gun, ‘unquote.

We now return you to the music of Ramón Raquello, playing for you in the Meridian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel, situated in downtown New York.
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War of the Worlds, Orson Welles, And The Invasion from Mars.The ability to confuse audiences en masse may have first become obvious as a result of one of the most infamous mistakes in history. It happened the day before Halloween, on Oct. 30, 1938, when millions of Americans tuned in to a popular radio program that featured plays directed by, and often starring, Orson Welles. The performance that evening was an adaptation of the science fiction novel The War of the Worlds, about a Martian invasion of the earth. But in adapting the book for a radio play, Welles made an important change: under his direction the play was written and performed so it would sound like a news broadcast about an invasion from Mars, a technique that, presumably, was intended to heighten the dramatic effect. As the play unfolded, dance music was interrupted a number of times by fake news bulletins reporting that a “huge flaming object” had dropped on a farm near Grovers Mill, New Jersey. As members of the audience sat on the edge of their collective seat, actors playing news announcers, officials and other roles one would expect to hear in a news report, described the landing of an invasion force from Mars and the destruction of the United States. The broadcast also contained a number of explanations that it was all a radio play, but if members of the audience missed a brief explanation at the beginning, the next one didn’t arrive until 40 minutes into the program. At one point in the broadcast, an actor in a studio, playing a newscaster in the field, described the emergence of one of the aliens from its spacecraft. “Good heavens, something’s wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake,” he said, in an appropriately dramatic tone of voice. “Now it’s another one, and another. They look like tentacles to me. There, I can see the thing’s body. It’s large as a bear and it glistens like wet leather. But that face. It…it’s indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate….The thing is raising up. The crowd falls back. They’ve seen enough. This is the most extraordinary experience. I can’t find words. I’m pulling this microphone with me as I talk. I’ll have to stop the description until I’ve taken a new position. Hold on, will you please, I’ll be back in a minute.”As it listened to this simulation of a news broadcast, created with voice acting and sound effects, a portion of the audience concluded that it was hearing an actual news account of an invasion from Mars. People packed the roads, hid in cellars, loaded guns, even wrapped their heads in wet towels as protection from Martian poison gas, in an attempt to defend themselves against aliens, oblivious to the fact that they were acting out the role of the panic-stricken public that actually belonged in a radio play. Not unlike Stanislaw Lem’s deluded populace, people were stuck in a kind of virtual world in which fiction was confused for fact. News of the panic (which was conveyed via genuine news reports) quickly generated a national scandal. There were calls, which never went anywhere, for government regulations of broadcasting to ensure that a similar incident wouldn’t happen again. The victims were also subjected to ridicule, a reaction that can commonly be found, today, when people are taken in by simulations. A cartoon in the New York World-Telegram, for example, portrayed a character who confuses the simulations of the entertainment industry with reality. In one box, the character is shown trying to stick his hand into the radio to shake hands with Amos n’ Andy. In another, he reports to a police officer that there is “Black magic!!! There’s a little wooden man — Charlie McCarthy — and he’s actually talking!”In a prescient column, in the New York Tribune, Dorothy Thompson foresaw that the broadcast revealed the way politicians could use the power of mass communications to create theatrical illusions, to manipulate the public.”All unwittingly, Mr. Orson Welles and the Mercury Theater of the Air have made one of the most fascinating and important demonstrations of all time,” she wrote. “They have proved that a few effective voices, accompanied by sound effects, can convince masses of people of a totally unreasonable, completely fantastic proposition as to create a nation-wide panic.”They have demonstrated more potently than any argument, demonstrated beyond a question of a doubt, the appalling dangers and enormous effectiveness of popular and theatrical demagoguery….”Hitler managed to scare all of Europe to its knees a month ago, but he at least had an army and an air force to back up his shrieking words.”But Mr. Welles scared thousands into demoralization with nothing at all.”In the 1950s, America had another taste of the power that simulations have, to draw people into a world of delusional fantasy, when paired with mass communications. This time it was revealed that a number of television game shows were simulations, in which contestants who knew the answers ahead of time were pretending to guess at their responses. But unlike the invasion from Mars, here the fakery was unambiguously intentional; it was the work of producers who had concluded they could create fictional game shows that would be more exciting than the real thing. Once again, there was a shocked reaction from the public. Once again, those involved became objects of public anger. And, as happened with the Orson Welles broadcast, an effort was made to ensure that such manipulations wouldn’t recur. But in 1990, it happened again. Audiences around the world discovered that they were taken in by the ultimate Hollywood illusion in which two performers faked their own talent, lip-syncing, to create the impression they were singing. What millions of fans had believed were two talented singers was actually a composite, another seamless interweaving of sensory simulations in which two people provided the visuals, while vocalists provided the audio. As in the previous two instances, there was a stunned response. But unlike the experience of 1938 or even the 1950s, the social context was different because simulations had become commonplace, and attempts to use them to trick the public were the rule rather than the exception. Also by this time, a global culture had developed, which meant that tens of millions of people around the world were drawn into the same illusion. One might say that War of the Worlds and the game show scandal foreshadowed the age of simulation that was still to come. Allowing for a little poetic overstatement, the Milli Vanilli scandal served as a rite of passage or symbolic marker, making clear that we now live in an age of simulation confusion in which our tendency to mistake fakes for what they imitate has become one of the characteristic problems of the age. More to the point, we live in a time in which the ability to create deceptive simulations, especially for television, has become essential to the exercise of power. And the inability to see through these deceptions has become a form of powerlessness. Those who let themselves be taken in by the multiple deceptions of politics, news, advertising and public relations, are doomed, like the more gullible members of the radio audience in 1938, to play a role in other people’s dramas, while mistakenly believing that they are reacting to something genuine.

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I give credit to:The main information for this blog was found  @ http://www.guy-sports.com/humor/urban-myth/hoax_alien.htm

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Crabby old man!-Not me!

In Uncategorized on March 25, 2011 at 1:06 pm

Crabby old men

When an old man died in the geniatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte,

Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing of value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this

poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and

distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The

old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of

the News Magazine of the St, Louis Association for Mental Health. A  slide

presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of

this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the internet. Remember this poem when you

next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young

soul within.

“Crabby old Man”

What do you see nurses?…..What do you see?

What are you thinking…..when you’re looking at me?

A crabby old man…..not very wise,

Uncertain of habit…..with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food…..and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice…..’I do wish you’d try!’

Who seems not to notice…..the things that you do.

And forever is losing…..A sock or a shoe?

Who, resisting or not…..lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding…..The long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking…..Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse…..you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am…..As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding,…..as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten…..with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters…..who love one another.

A young boy of sixteen…..with wings on his feet.

Dreaming that soon now…..a lover he’ll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty…..my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows…..that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now…..I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide…..And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty…..My young now growing fast,

Bound to each other…..With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons…..have grown and are gone,

But my women’s beside me…..to see I don’t mourn.

At fifty, once more…..babies play ’round my knee,

Again we know children…..My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me…..my wife is now dead.

I look at the future…..shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing…..young of their own.

And I think of the years…..and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man…..and nature is cruel

Tis jest to make old age…..look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles…..grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone…..where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass…..a young guy still sits

And now and again…..my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys…..I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living…..life all over again.

I think of the years, all too few…..gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact…..that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people…..open and see.

Not a crabby old man…..Look closer…see ME!!

Gotta Love 1st Graders

In Uncategorized on March 18, 2011 at 12:33 pm

A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class.   She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb.   It’s hard to believe these were actually done by first graders.   Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these are first-graders, 6-year-olds, because the last one is a classic!

1. Don’t change horses–

until they stop running.

2. Strike while the–

bug is close.

3. It’s always darkest before–

Daylight Saving Time.

4. Never underestimate the power of–

termites.

5. You can lead a horse to water but–

How?

6. Don’t bite the hand that–

looks dirty.

7. No news is–

impossible

8. A miss is as good as a–

Mr.

9. You can’t teach an old dog new–

Math

10. If you lie down with dogs, you’ll–

stink in the morning.

11. Love all, trust–

Me.

12. The pen is mightier than the–

pigs.

13. An idle mind is–

the best way to relax

14. Where there’s smoke there’s–

pollution.

15. Happy the bride who–

gets all the presents.

16. A penny saved is–

not much.

17. Two’s company, three’s–

the Musketeers.

18. Don’t put off till tomorrow what–

you put on to go to bed.

19. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and–

You have to blow your nose.

20. There are none so blind as–

Stevie Wonder.

21. Children should be seen and not–

spanked or grounded.

22. If at first you don’t succeed–

get new batteries.

23. You get out of something only what you–

See in the picture on the box

24. When the blind lead the blind–

get out of the way.

25. A bird in the hand–

is going to poop on you.

And the WINNER and last one!

26. Better late than–

Pregnant.

Rambo Granny-Just Reward !!

In Uncategorized on March 18, 2011 at 12:12 pm

Rambo Granny !!!

DEPORT HER TO AMERICA ! Please !!

The Rambo Granny of Melbourne , Australia

Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when

two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the

unsuspecting ex-cons down… And shot off  their testicles.

“The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and,

when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special

way,”   said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.

Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station,   laid the

gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be:

“Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.”

Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost

both his penis and his testicles   when outraged Ava

opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former

prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.

The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom

come,   but doctors managed to save his

mangled penis, police said.  ” The one

guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said

he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told

reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think

they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.”

The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her

granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two

knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row.

“When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in

the hospital,   I decided I was

going to go out and get those bastards myself ’cause I figured the Law

would go easy on them,”‘ recalled the retired library worker.

”  And I wasn’t scared of them, either – because I’ve got

me a gun and I’ve been shootin’ all my life.       And I

wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one.”

So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and

Debbie’s description of the sicko’s, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days

prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place   till she

spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel.

“I knew it was them the minute I saw ’em, but I shot a

picture of ’em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as

hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled…

“So I went back to that hotel and found their room and

knocked on the door,   and the minute the

big one opened the door, I shot ’em right square between the legs,

right where it would really hurt ’em most, you know. Then I went in and

shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him.

Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.”

Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to

deal with the vigilante granny. “What she did was wrong, and she

broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in

prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in

the city want to nominate her for Mayor.”

(DEPORT HER TO AMERICA – WE NEED HER !)

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Australian Gun Law Update !

Here’s a thought to warm some of your hearts….

From: Ed Chenel, A police officer in Australia.

Hi Yanks, I thought you all would like to see the real

figures from Down Under.

It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were

forced by a new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to

be destroyed by   our own government, a program costing Australia

taxpayers more than $500 million dollars.

The first year results are now in:

Australia-wide, homicides are up 6.2 percent,

Australia-wide, assaults are up 9.6 percent;

Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)!

In the state of Victoria

alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent.   (Note that

while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not

and criminals still possess their guns!)

While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady

decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically

upward in the past 12 months, since the criminals now are guaranteed

that their prey is unarmed.

There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and

assaults of the elderly, while the resident is at home.

Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public

safety has decreased, after such monumental effort and expense was

expended in ‘successfully ridding Australian society of guns….’ You

won’t see this on the American evening news or hear your governor or

members of the State Assembly disseminating this information.

The Australian experience speaks for itself. Guns in the

hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control

laws affect only the law-abiding citizens.

Take note Americans, before it’s too late!

Will you be one of the “sheeple” to turn yours in?

WHY?….. You will need it !

I am proud of my Heritage

In Information-Usefull, postaweek2011, Uncategorized on March 14, 2011 at 1:21 pm

I recall in my youth, all the time that I spent as a Cub Scout, anxiously waiting until I was old enough to finally join the “big” guys in the Boy Scouts. I don’t remember the day that I finally got to join the Boy Scouts but I do know that my pesky kid brother had to wait another year while I proudly marched with my fellow Scouts in the 4th of July Parade down main street. I had on my Boy Scout shirt, hat & neckerchief, which was all that my family could afford, but that didn’t matter. At the end of the parade, we all got a free ice cream at the VFW building. Boy Scouts was a fun time.. We got to go to summer camp for a week each year, if we earned the $10.00 ourselves. One of the things that I learned to do was to join with another Scout and take a canoe out to deep (over our heads) water and swamp it. Then the fun started. We had to somehow splash  enough water out of the canoe so we could pull ourselves back into it, splash out some more water and paddle back to shore. Being a Boy Scout was a happy time in my life. We had a great Scout Master who kept us on the “Straight & Narrow”path. We put a lot of time on earning our merit badges.Those are what I consider the “Good Old Days”.

Does any one remember the Boy Scout Oath?

Following is the  Boy Scout Oath and The Meaning of the Boy Scout Oath.

Excerpted from page 45-46, Boy Scout Handbook, 11th ed,

(#33105), copyright 1998 by BSA, ISBN 0-8395-3105-2

and from page 420-421, Webelos Scout Book, 1998 edition,

(#33108), copyright 1998 by BSA, ISBN 0-8395-3108-7

Before you pledge yourself to any oath or promise, you must know what it means. The paragraphs that follow will help you understand the meaning of the Scout Oath.

On my honor . . .

By giving your word, you are promising to be guided by the ideals of the Scout Oath.

. . . I will do my best . . .

Try hard to live up to the points of the Scout Oath. Measure your achievements against your own high standards and don’t be influenced by peer pressure or what other people do.

. . . To do my duty to God . . .

Your family and religious leaders teach you about God and the ways you can serve. You do your duty to God by following the wisdom of those teachings every day and by respecting and defending the rights of others to practice their own beliefs.

. . . and my country . . .

Help keep the United States a strong and fair nation by learning about our system of government and your responsibilities as a citizen and future voter.

America is made up of countless families and communities. When you work to improve your community and your home, you are serving your country. Natural resources are another important part of America’s heritage worthy of your efforts to understand, protect, and use wisely. What you do can make a real difference.

. . . and to obey the Scout Law; . . .

The twelve points of the Scout Law are guidelines that can lead you toward wise choices. When you obey the Scout Law, other people will respect you for the way you live, and you will respect yourself.

. . . To help other people at all times; . . .

There are many people who need you. Your cheerful smile and helping hand will ease the burden of many who need assistance. By helping out whenever possible, you are doing your part to make this a better world.

. . . To keep myself physically strong, . . .

Take care of your body so that it will serve you well for an entire lifetime. That means eating nutritious foods, getting enough sleep, and exercising regularly to build strength and endurance. it also means avoiding harmful drugs, alcohol, tobacco, and anything else that can harm your health.

. . . mentally awake, . . .

Develop your mind both in the classroom and outside of school. Be curious about everything around you, and work hard to make the most of your abilities. With an inquiring attitude and the willingness to ask questions, you can learn much about the exciting world around you and your role in it.

. . . and morally straight.

To be a person of strong character, your relationships with others should be honest and open. You should respect and defend the rights of all people. Be clean in your speech and actions, and remain faithful in your religious beliefs. The values you practice as a Scout will help you shape a life of virtue and self-reliance.

Note that the Boy Scout Oath has traditionally been considered to have three promises.  Those three promises are delineated by the semicolons in the Oath, which divide it into three clauses.  The three promises of the Scout Oath are, therefore:

Duty to God and country,

Duty to other people, and

Duty to self

DUTY TO GOD AND COUNTRY: Your FAMILY and religious leaders teach you to know and serve God. By following these teachings, you do your duty to God.

Men and women of the past worked to make America great, and many gave their lives for their country. By being a good family member and a good citizen, by working for your country’s good and obeying its laws, you do your duty to your country. Obeying the Scout Law means living by its 12 points.

DUTY TO OTHER PEOPLE: Many people need help. A cheery smile and a helping hand make life easier for others. By doing a Good Turn daily and helping when you’re needed, you prove yourself a Scout and do your part to make this a better world.

DUTY TO SELF: Keeping yourself physically strong means taking care of your body. Eat the right foods and build your strength. Staying mentally awake means learn all you can, be curious, and ask questions. Being morally straight means to live your life with honesty, to be clean in your speech and actions, and to be a person of strong character.

I wonder if any of our congressmen were ever Boy Scouts.

If they ever were, it certainly is being covered up like a great big secret.

Thats too bad. We need some congressmen who were  good Scouts, to step out and lead us, while we still have a Country and Democracy to lead!

Something that might amuse you!

In Humor, Uncategorized on March 12, 2011 at 1:11 am

Subject: Word meanings -Male & Female

Subject:  Word meanings -Male & Female

Eight Words with two Meanings

1. THINGY (thing-ee) n.

Female….. Any part under a car’s hood.

Male…. The strap fastener on a woman’s bra.

2. VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.

Female…. Fully opening up one’s self emotionally to another.

Male…. Playing football without a cup.

3. COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.

Female… The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one’s partner.

Male… Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the boys.

4.. COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.

Female… A desire to get married and raise a family.

Male…… Trying not to hit on other women while out with this one.

5. ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.

Female…. A good movie, concert, play or book.

Male…… Anything that can be done while drinking beer.

6. FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.

Female… An embarrassing byproduct of indigestion.

Male…… A source of entertainment, self-expression, male bonding.

7 MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.

Female…… The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.

Male.. Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do it.

8. REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.

Female…. A device for changing from one TV channel to another.

Male… A device for scann ing through all 375 channels every 5 minutes.

AND;

He said . . . I don’t know why you wear a bra; you’ve got nothing to put in it.

She said . . . You wear pants don’t you?

He said . .. What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?

She said . Turn sideways and look in the mirror!

He said . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?

She said . . We don’t know; it has never happened.

He said . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good- looking?

She said . . They already have boyfriends.

He said…What do you call a women who knows where her husband is every night?

She said . . . A widow.

He said . . Why are married women heavier than single women?

She said . . Single women come home, see what’s in the fridge and go to

bed.  Married women come home, see what’s in the bed and go to the fridge

A guy is driving around the back woods of

Tennessee and he sees a sign in front of a

broken down shanty-style house:

“Talking Dog for Sale .”

He rings the bell and the owner appears

and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking

labrador retriever sitting there.

“You talk?” he asks.

“Yep,” the lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says “So, what’s your story?”

The Lab looks up and says, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young.  I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA and they had me sworn into the toughest branch of the armed services …the

United States Marines ..you know one of their nicknames is “The Devil Dogs”.  In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders; because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.  I was one of their most valuable spies for  eight years running, but the jetting around really tired me out and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger.  So, I decided to settle down.  I retired from the Corps

(8 dog years  is 56 Corps years) and signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.”

“I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.  I got married, had  a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”

The guy is amazed.  He goes  back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

“Ten dollars,” the guy says.

“Ten dollars?  This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?”

“Because he’s a liar.  He never did any of that stuff.

He was in the Air Force.