JamesSavik

When I was in 5th grade I inherited a lot of stuff from my older brother went away to college. I've got first editions of the Beatles, Doors, Who, Jimi Hendrix and lot's of other stuff. My brother got disillusioned with rock after Jim Morrison's death. He kept the jazz. I got a treasure. Took me a while to appreciate what I had. I started noticing that I had a lot of the best stuff that was on the radio. My first group was Rush. I wore out copies of 2112. Then the Cars...Led Zeppelin... Pink Floyd... ELP... Yes.. the Eagles... Supertramp... By the time CDs started showing up, I had quite an investment in vinyl. It took me a while to make the switch. Part of that switch was keeping the vinyl. I bought a Techniques direct drive turntable and a couple of replacement needles when they started getting scarce. I have ~260 vinyl albums and over 600 CDs now. CDs have a good sound but it's only as good as your electronics. A few things you'll want to watch: 1. Clean the CD lens regularly. You'll save yourself from annoying skips and lengthen the life of your gear. 2. Handle your CDs with care. Scratches will kill them. Wipe them down with a cotton cloth and store them in a sleeve or case. 3. ProTip: rip your CDs to MP3s on your PC, store the original. 4. Speakers are the weakest link. The material ages and wears out. If your rig sounds bad, look at the speakers first.

This is an Amazon customer review from a UK man using Vett hair removal cream for men. "After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect...

Now I know that I'm getting old. All I see are five cute kids. All I can think of that I might want to do is bake them cookies.

Actually I only call bullshit when I smell it. I don't call it nearly as often as some of our peers. Fact is I misread a line in the article. I thought it was claiming all of the deaths came from bung-hole boozing when it was all alcohol related accidents. I can be wrong and admit it. Too often, especially during campaign season, we see false claims and inflated statistics that are meant to intentionally mislead people. Like how there is no inflation, so many people have gotten jobs or how well the economy is doing. Those are intentional lies and I will expose them when I see them.

You want annoying? Old people who discover email and know your email address. Now- THAT'S ANNOYING! I am the computer consultant to the old folks at my Mom's church. I advise them on what to get, set it up for them and show them where to go to get free training. I make a little money by fixing things they botch up and keeping them running. Once they discover how to use email, I get recipes, cute grand baby pictures, forwarded jokes and all sorts of geezerspam I don't want. And I've got to look at all of it because in the mounds of crap are occasional requests for services. Upside: I'll soon be publishing a collection of ten-thousand casserole recipes. Downside: I hate ALL of them.

No. You are not annoying. You want annoying? Old people who discover email and know your email address. Now- THAT'S ANNOYING! I am the computer consultant to the old folks at my Mom's church. I advise them on what to get, set it up for them and show them where to go to get free training. I make a little money by fixing things they botch up and keeping them running. Once they discover how to use email, I get recipes, cute grand baby pictures, forwarded jokes and all sorts of geezer spam I don't really want. And I've got to look at all of it because in the mounds of crap are occasional requests for services. Upside: I'll be publishing a collection of ten thousand casseroles recipes. Downside: I hate ALL of them.

1825!? Bull. I want to see some documentation of that. If we're talking drunken driving and death while intoxicated and stupid- sure. That's Darwin sorting out the heard. I just don't think there are that many rectal rummies.

I didn't have braces. Back then nobody in the country had braces. I don't even remember seeing them around until the late-70s and only on people from the big city (that would be Jackson or New Orleans). i should have had them. My teeth are crooked and I've had a lot of trouble with them.

It's not like the regular refs can't blow the calls with the best of them.

I've been denied entry to gay bars because they thought I was a just a big mean jock that wanted to come in and start trouble.

Who needs a test?

We are not amused with the NFL this season after what they did to the Saints. I think the refs controversy is to distract attention from Goodell's rape of the Saints.

Here's a few from Mississippi: The lights are on but nobodies home = not very bright this ain't my first rodeo = I've been around as full of wind as a corn eating horse = boastful ju-heer = did you hear? jeet? = did you eat? wan to? = Want to? Lagniappe = something extra (like buy your wife a diamond ring and get a free shotgun). cut your own weeds = mind your own business Marred = married Cajun: Make the misere = to cause trouble Up the bayou = North Down the bayou = South gree-gree = to curse someone boy = a male from 6 to 60 T'Paul = little Paul, works with other names too Most of the rest is a derivative of French and won't mean much.

George Carlin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SuKFus1-Fc

I've seen season 1 on video and I'm not very impressed. There is a lot of cliches and... frankly it looks like every episode is being filmed like it might be the last. It looks like it's being produced out of the back of a semi in the woods. I don't trust TNT. If it's any good, they'll cancel it. But- what do I know? If a piece of crap like Terra Nova can be made and run as long as it did, I have no idea what the network pricks are thinking.

Sam Kinison Rodney Dangerfield

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Yettie- that depends on definition. By full on do you mean penetration? Oral sex? Cleveland steamer? You've got to be more specific.

How many people have you slept with? Question moved to the Personal Questions thread.

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I can't eat egg- I'm allergic.