Folks:

When I first started in this hobby, these boards were fun and sexy and a great read.

Now they are either angry or weird or a waste of time.

My Plea:
* Stop complaining about rates - everyone is sick of hearing it - and nobody cares what you (or I) think about rates.
* Stop complainign about Andy Rock - he's odd and trying to be difficult for fun - instead of responding - pretend he doesn't exist - completely.
* Start posting funny jokes, sexy thoughts, or kind words.

If we can't turn the economy around oursleves, let's at least act like we can - and be nicer to each other. This is an odd but fascinating group of people - don't ruin it.

Sorry for the rant,

GG

Hey GG,

All I can say is.....

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Hey GG,

All I can say is...

-- Modified on 3/10/2009 12:20:21 PM

Hey GG,

All I can say is...........

I agree 100%.
What happened to the good old days? I remember (before I retired) when I couldn't wait to log on and see what amuzing stuff was posted.
Now, it's filled with people picking at others or complaining about something.
I feel a Nara The Dog or Foamy moment coming on.
AR
XO

The wife came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman.

And she was somewhat upset. 'You are a disrespectful pig!' she cried.
'How dare you do this to me -- a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving you. I want a divorce right away!'

And the husband replied, 'Hang on just a minute love so at least I can tell you what happened.' 'Fine, go ahead,' she sobbed,' but they'll be the last words you'll ever say to me!'

And the husband began -- 'Well, I was getting into the car to drive home, and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car.

I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She told me   that she hadn't eaten for three days.

So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas that I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll  put on weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments.

Since she needed a good clean-up, I suggested a shower, and while she was doing that, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes, so I threw them away.

Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the designer jeans that you have had for a few years, but don't wear because you say they are too tight.

I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present, which you don't wear because I don't have good taste.

I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don't wear just to annoy her, and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique and don't wear because someone at work has the same pair.'

The husband took a quick breath and continued - 'She was so grateful for my understanding and help that as I walked her to the door, she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said,



'Please ....





Do you have anything else that your wife doesn't use?'

Little Johnny is taking a shower with his mother and says, "Mom, what are those things on your chest!?" Unsure of how to reply, she tells Johnny to ask his dad at breakfast tomorrow, quite certain the matter would be forgotten.

Johnny didn't forget. The following morning he asked his father the same question. His father, always quick with the answers, says, "Why Johnny, those are balloons. When your mommy dies, we can blow them up and she'll float to heaven." Johnny thinks that's neat and asks no more questions.

A few weeks later, Johnnys' dad comes home from work a few hours early. Johnny runs out of the house crying hysterically, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy's dying!!" His father says, "Calm down son! Why do you think Mommy's dying?" "Uncle Harry is blowing up Mommys' balloons and she's screaming, "Oh God, I'm coming!"

A salesman in a strange city was feeling horny and wanted release. He inquired for the address of a good house of ill repute. He was told to go to 225 West 42nd St. By mistake, he went to 255 West 42nd St, the office of a podiatrist. Being met by a beautiful woman in a white uniform surprised but intrigued him. She directed him to an examining room and told him to uncover and someone would be with him soon.

He loved the thought of the table and the reclining chair and was really getting aroused because of the strange and different approach this house offered. Finally the doctor's assistant, a really gorgeous redhead entered and found him sitting in the chair with his generous member in his hand. "My goodness", she exclaimed, "I was expecting to see a foot." "Well," he said, "if you're going to complain about an inch then I'll take my business elsewhere."

Love that!!!!

A Sassy Lassy showing off her Irish Rose!


Shayne had been drinking at his local pub all day and most of the night.

Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight,
Shayne".

Shayne replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then." Shayne spins around
on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "Shite" he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off.

He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face. He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the
door and get some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the doorframe. He sticks his head outside and takes a
deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk.

He falls flat on his face.

"I'm fockin' focked," he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door and shimmies up the doorframe, opens the
door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fockin' way".

He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.

He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.

The next morning, his wife, Mary, comes into the room carrying a cup of tee and says, "Get up Shayne. Did you have a bit to drink last
night?".

Shayne says, "I did Mary. I was fockin' pissed! But how'd ye know?"
"Mick called. He said you left your fockin' wheelchair at the pub again!"

I will address you at an appropriate time.

Oh that was just hilarious and hilariously wrong. LOL!

You're fitting right in.

Andy
Saying you are bothersome is an understatement.
I do pose a challange to you as I believe your reviews to be faked.
I would like ANY provider that has seen Andy to post that they in fact have seen him.
BTW: Work is slow for me now and if you need a ride to the airport let me know!!!

Remember this insult then
Eat Shit Mother Fucker

hiding behind alias. Coward. You have no honour.

there is no honor among thieves  Mr Robinson, John, lenny the lump
YOU ARE A FUCKING LOSER

Welcome to the Boston area, Wewontbefooledagain. It was apparent from the text of your post that you are from Hartford, a place I'm glad to have left behind years ago.