Grateful Dead

Arrest made after $2.7 million of Victoria's Secret dirty undees found being sold by George Tutaya, of Rego Park, NY. There was more than $26,000 unsold bras in his home. Who would have thought there was that much $ in the "whites."

Washington state has more cops per capita than any other state in the land. In the course of one year, I was pulled over for speeding on three different occassions. There are so many cops out there. It's bad bad bad bad baaaahhhd!

Couple of more paragraphs and I'd've had my own page. Heck. And I left out all the Phoo erotica too. Hot stuff, not all ages-appropriate. johnman woulda dropped his cookies. ********************************************* I have a sigfile! --> www.kindveggieburritos.com *********************************************

I will fill this forum with my wisdom, or at least with a lot of my typing. I will create an incredible post, an Uber-post, that marye will have to make into its own forum or delete entirely for the sake of the feeble webservers. I will tell you a story, and you will sit quietly and read with rapt attention. I will tell you the Story of the Island of Phoo **********The Story of the Island of Phoo********** This is the story of the Island of Phoo, an beautiful place populated by a beautiful people, who go by the name of the Phooeys. Now the Phooeys have a lot in common with Deadheads, in that they enjoy spending their days dancing and twirling (naked, of course), plucking on coconut guitars and banging on tree stump drums. Their life is simple and pleasant, with the jungle providing plenty of good fruits, nuts and vegetables, and the ocean providing plenty of fish and shrimp and shellfish to eat, and the springs of the island supply a naturally effervescent water that is sweet and bubbly and that keeps the Phooeys spry and youthful until well into old age. The weather is always wonderful, the air always smells of the tropical flowers, the days are warm and breezy and the nights are lit by stars invisible anywhere else in the world (strangely, there is a constellation the Phooeys have named Popperstaser but nobody knows what it means) Yes, the Island of Phoo is truly a tropical paradise, but this joyous existence comes with a price. Like most tropical islands, the Island of Phoo is volcanic in nature and the highest peak of the island is a dormant (mostly) volcano that has been named by the Phooeys (of course) Mount Phoo. I say dormant (mostly) because occasionally Mount Phoo does erupt, but it erupts in a kind of humorous way, not explosively and violent with lots of dangerous lava, it just kind of burps with a funny fart noise and a little rotten egg smell, and that's all. These infrequent eruptions wouldn't bother the Phooeys a bit, except that it awakens the mighty Phoo Bird, and it is the Phoo Bird that is the only blemish on the Phooey's otherwise idyllic existence. The Phoo Bird is a horrible beast, huge and scaly with great sharp claws and a great sharp beak and with a ravenous appetite for only one thing: Phooeys. Fortunately for the Phooeys, though, the Phoo Bird spends nearly all of its life asleep in its nest at the top of Mount Phoo. Except when Mount Phoo erupts with its fart-noise and bad smell that is, then the Phoo Bird wakes up from its long sleep with its stomach growling from hunger and a tremendous need to empty its gargantuan bowels. The great monster Phoo Bird flies up off the volcano, flies down towards the villages and the beaches, takes a mighty Phoo dump and begins to capture and devour any Phooeys unfortunate enough to catch its eye. Over the course of millenia, however, the Phooeys have learned how to protect themselves from the predations of the Phoo Bird. The Phooeys have learned the one place they can hide and escape the Phoo Bird. They can't hide in the jungle - the Phoo Bird can tear through the trees with its beak and find them. They can't hide in caves - the Phoo Bird uses its great claws and digs them out. They can't hide in the ocean - the Phoo Bird waits patiently until they come up for air and then snatches them out of the water and gobbles them up. The only place the Phooeys can escape from the Phoo Bird is by diving into the huge pile of Phoo droppings the Phoo Bird created soon after the volcano awakens it from its slumber. It sounds nasty, and it is, but the Phooeys have learned this is the price they must pay for their continued life of dancing and twirling and drinking of fizzy spring water. The Phooeys have learned the One True Rule of Life: If the Phoo shits, wear it. ********************************************* I have a sigfile! --> www.kindveggieburritos.com *********************************************

...but apparently Popper's Benz was a little special. One more clipping and I'll quit, I promise (it's a little amusing towards the end). Here's the Reuters article of the arrest ("Vrroooom!): ********************************************* I have a sigfile! --> www.kindveggieburritos.com *********************************************

Kid you quack me up! :)

milk and cookies for everyone! WOO-HOO! just clean up when your done, the last time i let you guys serve yourselves and use the big boy cups yall left a complete mess in here. Daddy needs to go have a drink. a big one.Peace, The Kid

did'nt intend ta start a pissin' contest...........guess i better have TWO cookies. i remember reading about popper being stopped and i don't recall any " secret compartment " just the usual storage nooks ya find in the smaller suv's. in my son's '91 explorer there is an cover not unlike a pull down shade that goes from the back seat to the rear door, effectively covering anything ya have in the back like luggage or a purse or what ever, pick up the floor board and ya find tools for tire change and whatnot..........ok cake for everyone!!

everybody just settle. i think we should all just go have a tea break (or coffee if thats your thing, or a smoke) and then ya can come back and yell at each other if you like.just hadnt posted in a while so i decided id drop in. *sigh* guess this is what i get when i leave you kids alone for a few minutes to head out to the packie. JK Peace, The Kid

for a man of his stature, I say more power to him. Maybe you like being in the dark,Mark, but what the fuck's wrong with protecting yourself against the losers we all know are out there?