Funny!!!! I am gettin old though: Um. I could imagine the same skit done with a John Kennedy. OH. No, I guess not. Not on German television. Okay... Uh. The Bill Clinton model?: The control room of The Clinton wouldn't be above the shoulders, it would be, well.... um Somewhere else, well, um below the shoulders... A fair ways... Um Like in his cock Ya knew that was comin. Oh. Um There is never anything funny about canadian prime ministers. They are all boring criminals.
Nice film. Nice plane too. Hear the growl of the Wasp up front? I get wood when I hear those planes. And you can always hear them before you see them.
OMG. Excellent vid. That's a DHC-2 Beaver. That's how I imagine paradise. That's all I'd ever want. Give me a hut somewhere in the woods, and a Beaver. Maybe a beer or two in the evening. Oh, and THE woman. Then I'm gonna be a happy man. Doesn't sound like asking too much, 'cept for the woman part prolly, so maybe one day.
Yes, indeed. The thing is, I believe in order to have THIS, you need to have warplanes. At least in this world.
I would prolly pay money to know what was written in all your [deleted] comments, biles. I figure you are right now training on that "if you don't have anything good to say, don't say it at all" thingy. I'm working on that myself, too.
Yep Last night at work. While outside, outdoors, like a dog... No where to go if it rains, and I mean NOWHERE TO GO IF IT RAINS... I had my laptop, two library books, a printed manuscript [my novel], a pack of smokes and a nice wool sweater, on a Stupid Picnic Table that I am forced to use as an office. Some sprinklers came on and sprayed water that is gotten from a sewage facility ALL OVER MY LAPTOP, MY MANUSCRIPT, MY LIBRARY BOOKS AND MY SMOKES AND MY NICE SWEATER. My laptop shut down, stopped working and would not restart when I got it home and dried off. The library books are destroyed. The smokes are destroyed [smokes cost 2.7 million dollars for a pack, in Canada and you can only smoke them outdoors and not within 500 kilometers of a business or residence] the Sweater has shrunk and is ruined. I did not immediately phone my employer and tell him what I think of him keeping me outside, like a dog, without any shelter or washing facilities or heat or light. I got home and watched, as my laptop went 'blink blink.' and shut down, repeatedly. I had tears in my eayes, bigtime. I was so upset The Woman Who Is Always Here gave me a Sympathy Blow Job. I did not phone my employer and I did not send him an email. I got my Sympathy Blow Job and then I went to sleep. When I awoke, the laptop had dried sufficeint and works just fine. The manuscript is backed-up on cd. The sweater is still fucked. The library books are still fucked. But the laptop is okay. The mouse is fucked up. They portable, attachable, USB keyboard is fucked up. I am letting them both dry by the heater and hoping, praying........ So now, I only want to yell and scream at my employer, rather than 'doing an arson.' I did send him a nice, succinct email describing, without any description of my feelings of despair and rage, the events leading up to the innundation of said things. I did not inform my employer of the good news, that the laptop is robust and did not stay dead. I kept my cool. The "if you don't have anything good to say, don't say it at all" thingy was done. I was not in the least, nasty. I did not show the anger and hatred I feel. I got a reasonable reply. I am soon sent to a site with shelter for human beings who must work in the Northern Lands, rathjer than dogs held in comtempt by heathen devils from a country that does not value dogs as anything other than vermin... A place to connect power to my machinery and my VERY MUCH LOVED portable heater. A place to write things I must write, impossible to write things while standing, like a fool, in the rain. Yeah. Fuck. "if you don't have anything good to say, don't say it at all" thingy.
