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9000!!!!! Only 1000 more to go!!!

 

Now that is a good idea, would have never thought of golf *****..... Just been cleaning the old browning semi-auto.22.... man it was dirty.....

Now if I can just remember how this damn Luger comes apart..... yeah it clean all the stuff that doesn't get used much night... what fun

 

9000.... damn I'm really falling behind.....lol

Next is the P-38 and then the PPK..... yeah it's turned into German gun night.... Grand Dad brought back some cool stuff from WWII

 

Damn those would be fun to clean.

It was maintenance of the pickup night for me. Rotate some tires, fix a squeaky brake shoe.

 

I've heard of people using golf ***** to move stuff before, so I thought, what the hell.. I was amazed..

 

Well I've been looking to get another safe so I'll have to remember that.....
No such thing as too many guns but man they take up a lot of room now that I have them all back since moving from the Peoples Republic Of California...

 

An older gentleman had an appointment to see the urologist who shared offices with several other doctors.

The waiting room was filled with patients. As he approached the receptionist's desk, he noticed that the receptionist was a large unfriendly woman who looked like a Sumo wrestler.

He gave her his name.

In a very loud voice, the receptionist said, "YES, I HAVE YOUR NAME HERE; YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?"

All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around to look at the very embarrassed man.

He recovered quickly, and in an equally loud voice replied, 'NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS.' The room erupted in applause

DON'T MESS WITH OLD FOLKS.

 

A group of us are doing the Warrior Dash for St Jude children’s hospital Oct 13th in Denham Springs, LA.

If anyone is interested in being a sponsor please let me know. We are going to have team shirts made up, as well as help with travel expenses. My company (Premier TMS Consulting) is currently the only sponsor, and that basically comes right out of my own pocket (Worth every penny), so it would be great to have others help offset expenses. If you or your company would like to help sponsor us, please PM or email me asap! Every Penny Counts!


For those that would like to send a straight donation, here is the link: www.mystjudeevent.org/randyhavel

Please feel free to forward this to friends, family, coworkers etc... copy and paste to other boards...whatever it takes to get the word out..


Thanks again for taking the time to support such an incredible organization.


Randy Havel

www.mystjudeevent.org/randyhavel

 

https://www.superhawkforum.com/forum...-answer-28385/

 

A redneck is walking home late at night and sees a woman in the shadows.

"Twenty dollars," she whispers.

Bubba had never been with a hooker before, but decides what the heck, it's only twenty bucks, so they hide and get busy in the bushes.

They're in there for only a minute when all of a sudden a light flashes upon them. It's a police officer. "What's going on here, people?" asks the officer.

"I'm making love to my wife!" Bubba answers, sounding quite annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry" says the cop, "I didn't know."

Bubba says, "Well, neither did I, until you shined that light on her face!"

 

 

You people are slackers!!!!

 

The Husband lays dying, with his wife by his bedside...He says in a weak voice "There's something I must confess.". "Shhhh" said the wife, "There's nothing to confess. Everything is all right." "No" the husband replied "I must die in peace. I had sex with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your best friend's mom!" "I know," she whispered, "That's why I poisoned you, now close your eyes"

 

Burp...

 

A Catholic priest and a nun were taking a rare afternoon off
and enjoying a round of golf

The priest stepped up to the first tee and took a mighty swing.
He missed the ball entirely and said "****, I missed."

The good Sister told him to watch his language.

On his next swing, he missed again. "****, I missed."

"Father, I'm not going to play with you if you keep swearing,"
the nun said tartly.

The priest promised to do better and the round continued.

On the 4th tee, he misses again. The usual comment followed.

Sister is really mad now and says, "Father John, God is going to strike you dead if you keep swearing like that."

On the next tee, Father John swings and misses again.
"****, I missed."

A terrible rumble is heard and a gigantic bolt of lightning comes
out of the sky and strikes Sister Marie dead in her tracks.



And from the sky comes a booming voice.




"****, I missed."

 

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a Pauper's cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt bad and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing.