Post Whoring Newbie Thread
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Superstock
Joined: Jan 2007
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From: Ranson, WV
At this moment, $1 would be too much for a target Mini. I was actually thinking of selling my NIB Remington M40 Sniper commemorative for either my next bike, or other gun toys, i.e. a 625 PC and a 617. The weather is getting nice, so that may the deciding factor if I so choose to sell.
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MotoGP
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From: Way Out West
I could ride in
SuperBike
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From: Dayton, TN
Hehe! I run wolf through the sks just fine. the BWK-92 prefers SS-109...
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From: Way Out West
Glad I stocked up when it was cheap.
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From: Way Out West
It's got an attached bayonet that you can't lose, It's got a magazine you can't drop, step on, run over or dump in the river. Everybody should have one.
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From: Triad, NC
Post Whore Junior
MotoGP
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Posts: 4,825
From: Triad, NC
Well, I got to tell you guys something. I'm sorry to have to disappoint.. but I cancelled the sale on the Sig 556. After thinking about it, I felt silly getting caught up in the hype.. I couldnt justify buying it. Not for $1300... Nothing other than "I want it". I have a couple guns, so I feel safe. I mean I cant fire but one at a time anyhow, right? sigh.... I thought I was going to regret cancelling it.. but I dont. I think I would have regretted spending the money right now, though.. so I think I did the right thing.
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A wedding occurred, in Austrailia. To keep tradition going, everyone got drunk and the bride’s and groom’s families had a humongous fight and begin wrecking the reception room and generally kicking the crap out of each other. The police get called in to break up the fight. The following week, all members of both families appear in court. The fight continues in the courtroom until the judge finally brings calm with the use of his gavel, shouting “Silence in Court.” The courtroom goes silent and DANNY (the best man) stands up and says, “Your honour, I was the best man at the wedding and I think I should explain what happened.”
The judge agrees and asks Danny to take the stand. Danny begins his explanation by telling the court that it is traditional in an Austrailian wedding that the best man gets the first dance with the bride. The judge says “OK.”
“Well”, said Danny, “After I had finished the first dance, the music kept going, so I continued dancing to the second song, and after that the music kept going and I was dancing to the third song. All of a sudden the groom leapt over the table, ran towards us and gave the bride an unmerciful kick in her privates.”
The judge responded “God, that must have hurt!”
Danny replied “HURT! He broke three of my damn fingers!”
The judge agrees and asks Danny to take the stand. Danny begins his explanation by telling the court that it is traditional in an Austrailian wedding that the best man gets the first dance with the bride. The judge says “OK.”
“Well”, said Danny, “After I had finished the first dance, the music kept going, so I continued dancing to the second song, and after that the music kept going and I was dancing to the third song. All of a sudden the groom leapt over the table, ran towards us and gave the bride an unmerciful kick in her privates.”
The judge responded “God, that must have hurt!”
Danny replied “HURT! He broke three of my damn fingers!”
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GETTING MARRIED IN HEAVEN…
On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident.
The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to
process them into Heaven. While waiting, they began to wonder could they possibly
get married in Heaven?
When St. Peter arrived, they asked him if they could get married in Heaven. St. Peter said,
“I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,” and he left.
The couple sat and waited for an answer for a couple of months. While they waited, they
discussed the pros and cons. If they were allowed to get married in Heaven, should they get
married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? “What if it doesn’t work? Are we stuck in
Heaven together forever?”
Another month passed. St. Peter finally returned, looking somewhat bedraggled.
“Yes,” he informed the couple, “You can get married in Heaven.”
“Great!” said the couple. “But we were just wondering, what if things don’t work out?
Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?”
St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” asked the frightened couple.
“OH COME ON!” St. Peter shouted.
“It took me 3 months to find a Priest up here! Do you have any idea how long it’ll take to find a lawyer?”
On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident.
The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to
process them into Heaven. While waiting, they began to wonder could they possibly
get married in Heaven?
When St. Peter arrived, they asked him if they could get married in Heaven. St. Peter said,
“I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,” and he left.
The couple sat and waited for an answer for a couple of months. While they waited, they
discussed the pros and cons. If they were allowed to get married in Heaven, should they get
married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? “What if it doesn’t work? Are we stuck in
Heaven together forever?”
Another month passed. St. Peter finally returned, looking somewhat bedraggled.
“Yes,” he informed the couple, “You can get married in Heaven.”
“Great!” said the couple. “But we were just wondering, what if things don’t work out?
Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?”
St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” asked the frightened couple.
“OH COME ON!” St. Peter shouted.
“It took me 3 months to find a Priest up here! Do you have any idea how long it’ll take to find a lawyer?”
Post Whore Junior
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From: Triad, NC
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he would pay her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. His wife said, “Honey, you received a very strange post card today.” “Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it,” he said. The wife handed him the card and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and
collapsed.
On the card was written: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without! Request bread…
One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. His wife said, “Honey, you received a very strange post card today.” “Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it,” he said. The wife handed him the card and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and
collapsed.
On the card was written: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without! Request bread…
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A girl goes into the doctor’s office for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a red ‘H’ on her chest. “How did you get that mark on your chest?” asks the doctor. “Oh, my boyfriend went to Harvard and he’s so proud of it he never takes off his Harvard sweatshirt, even when we make love,” she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a blue ‘Y’ on her chest. “How did you get that mark on your chest?” asks the doctor. “Oh, my boyfriend went to Yale and he’s so proud of it that he never takes off his Yale sweatshirt, even when we make love,” she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a green ‘M’ on her chest. “Do you have a boyfriend at Michigan?” asks the doctor. “No, but I have a girlfriend at Wisconsin, Why do you ask?”
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a blue ‘Y’ on her chest. “How did you get that mark on your chest?” asks the doctor. “Oh, my boyfriend went to Yale and he’s so proud of it that he never takes off his Yale sweatshirt, even when we make love,” she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a green ‘M’ on her chest. “Do you have a boyfriend at Michigan?” asks the doctor. “No, but I have a girlfriend at Wisconsin, Why do you ask?”
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From: Triad, NC
A Catholic Priest and a Rabbi were chatting one day when the conversation turned to a discussion of job descriptions and promotion.
“What do you have to look forward to in way of a promotion in your job?” asked the Rabbi.
“Well, I’m next in line for the Monsignor’s job.” replied the Priest.
“Yes, and then what?” asked the Rabbi.
“Well, next I can become Arch-Bishop.” said the Priest.
“Yes, and then?” asked the Rabbi.
“If I work real hard and do a good job as Arch-Bishop, it’s possible for me to become a full Bishop.” said the Priest.
“O.K., then what?” asked the Rabbi.
The Priest, begining to get a bit exasperated replied, “With some luck and real hard work, maybe I can become a Cardinal.”
“And then?” asked the Rabbi.
The Priest is really starting to get mad now and replies, “With lots and lots of luck and some real difficult work and if I’m in the right places at the right times and play my political games just right, maybe, just maybe, I can get elected Pope.”
“Yes, and then what?” asked the Rabbi.
“Good grief!” shouted the Priest. “What do you expect me to become, GOD?”
“Well,” said the Rabbi, “One of our boys made it!”
“What do you have to look forward to in way of a promotion in your job?” asked the Rabbi.
“Well, I’m next in line for the Monsignor’s job.” replied the Priest.
“Yes, and then what?” asked the Rabbi.
“Well, next I can become Arch-Bishop.” said the Priest.
“Yes, and then?” asked the Rabbi.
“If I work real hard and do a good job as Arch-Bishop, it’s possible for me to become a full Bishop.” said the Priest.
“O.K., then what?” asked the Rabbi.
The Priest, begining to get a bit exasperated replied, “With some luck and real hard work, maybe I can become a Cardinal.”
“And then?” asked the Rabbi.
The Priest is really starting to get mad now and replies, “With lots and lots of luck and some real difficult work and if I’m in the right places at the right times and play my political games just right, maybe, just maybe, I can get elected Pope.”
“Yes, and then what?” asked the Rabbi.
“Good grief!” shouted the Priest. “What do you expect me to become, GOD?”
“Well,” said the Rabbi, “One of our boys made it!”
Post Whore Junior
MotoGP
Joined: Nov 2006
Posts: 4,825
From: Triad, NC
Been waiting for a $2g check all week... and nothing.. but my new wakeboard bindings got here (forgot about them!)
Last edited by Cleveland; Mar 12, 2009 at 11:09 AM. Reason: Cant Fing spell..
