JinVA

With enough tweaked out people you could wear that table out in one night.

My lava lamp is still proudly displayed in my living room.

Spin the bottle?

Many years ago I drove around for about three months not knowing that a buddy of mine had installed a set of Yosemite Sam "back off" mud flaps on my truck. It was without a doubt one of the better pranks that have been pulled on me.

At least as far as obituaries go. Clark, Frederic Arthur (Fred) Frederic Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice Rennie Clark entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara Morgan Clark. Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing Grace. He wouldn't abide self important tight *censored*. Always an interested observer of politics, particularly what the process does to its participants, he was amused by politician's outrage when we lie to them and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were "throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter, cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don't go out in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to celebrate Fred's life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred's ashes will be fired from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred's friend (sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the future, to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?" Published in the Richmond Times-Dispatch 7/9/06

Have a good one pooj.

I can assure all of you that riding Da Vinci's Cradle after a session at the Festhaus is NOT a good idea.

I've been telling you guys this for years

Hey Bill. Travis Henry just called and wanted me to tell you happy b-day.

Who cares, I got a new sig line out this thread.

That would be me.

The Nail Ripper People Iced: None. Pathetic. Car Bombs Planted: None. Pathetic. Favorite Weapon: Stilletto Arms Broken: Twenty Five Eyes Gouged: Twenty Eight Tongues Cut Off: Three Biggest Enemy: Ice Pick Andy

Wrong again. You're thinking of Graham Nash, but he's not from Rochester. I think he's a foriegner but I'm not sure where he's from

Yep, you guys just go a head and keep making jokes.

I like him too. I think he's a tough SOB to take all of the abuse and heckling, but he doesn't let it get to him and keeps coming back for more.

Spoken like a true gentlemen. I didn't think you even read the board anymore let alone post on it. Either way good to see you're still around.

"scientology is gay, really gay?" !@#$ him. I would've knocked his teeth out myself insulting gay people like that...

Good point.

Agreed!!!

Porn.-needed a smile

Damn. I can honestly say I was never the biggest Vince fan, but felt he held the band together in his own way. RIP Vince.

Love the sig line