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"Mad cow or bird flu?" Hell, even Japan has started to accept our beef again (and you know how picky those Japanese are in the supermarket). Hell, they can afford to be picky, because they enjoy a better life style than us. But over here, the only mad cow I have seen is one that kicked me in the groin while trying to load her. The other cows are more like the cows in the Blue Bell icecream commercial (but they don't wear little bells). No, no mad cow disease here. And the bird flu thing is probably being overplayed. But that's what makes news, is it not? fritz

Never used a Huber on a Mauser, because there are more plentiful and cheaper ones for them. But I did order one for a Jap rifle, because the customer wanted a different trigger. Well, I put it on and it wasn't a damned bit better than the Jap trigger, so I sent it back and put the Jap trigger back in for the guy. At this time (as well as for two years now) I am waiting for the Timney model to come out. Timney says they make them, but has anybody seen one of these for sale? I mean wholesale, where they would appear first. fritz

So far, so good. It's just a relatively mild form of the flu. But like the human flu types, it can mutate into a different type next year. That's the way human flu (and thus the different strains each season) work. If worse comes to worse, eat beef! fritz

I take it you live in a township. If it were in the countryside, use the three S's! But you have "let the cat out of the sack" by telling them about your problem. fritz

Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, Jesus Christ, and the American G.I. One died for your soul, the other died for your freedom. YOU MIGHT WANT TO PASS THIS ON, AS MANY SEEM TO FORGET BOTH OF THEM. fritz

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a > conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them. > _____ > > Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, > peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess." > _____ > > Only a Southerner can show or point out the general direction of > "yonder." > _____ > > Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, ... as in: > "Going to town, be back directly." > _____ > > Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for > the white, granular, sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl > in the middle of the table. > _____ > > All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the > term, but they know the concept well. > _____ > > Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace > for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a > big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor has BIG trouble, they > also know to add a large nana puddin! > _____ > > Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and > "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 > mile or 20. > _____ > > Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a > redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash. > _____ > > No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn > signal is actually going to make a turn. > _____ > > A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, verb, or adverb. > _____ > > Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when > we're "in line," . we talk to everybody! > _____ > > Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're > related, even if only by marriage. > _____ > > In the South, y'all is singular, .... all y'all is plural. > _____ > > Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them. > _____ > > Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are > perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and > that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food. > _____ > > When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you > are in the presence of a genuine Southerner! > _____ > > Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea > indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea > unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk. > _____ > > And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old > ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" > . and go your own way. > _____ > > To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: > Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the > morning. Bless your heart! > _____ > And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all > this Southern stuff, . bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have > classes on Southernness as a second language! > _____ > > And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long > time, all y'all need a sign to hang on all y'alls front porch that reads > "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could." > ____ > SOUTHERN WOMEN > Southern women appreciate their natural assets: > Clean skin. > A winning smile. > That unforgettable Southern drawl. > > Southern women know their manners: > "Yes, ma'am." > "Yes, sir." > "Why, no!" > > Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions : > "Y'all come back!" > "Well, bless your heart." > "Drop by when you can." > "How's your Momma?" > > > Southern women know their summer weather report: > Humidity > Humidity > Humidity > > Southern women know their vacation spots: > The beach > The beach > The beach > > Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August: > Colorful hi-heel sandals > Strapless sun dresses > Iced sweet tea with mint > > Southern women know everybody's first name: > Honey > Darlin' > Shugah > > Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts: > Fried Green Tomatoes > Driving Miss Daisy > Steel Magnolias > Gone With The Wind > > Southern women know their religions: > Baptist > Methodist > Football > > Southern women know their country breakfasts: > Red-eye gravy > Grits > Eggs > Country ham > Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly > > Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm: > Charleston (Chawl'stn) > Savannah (S'vanah) > Fort Worth (Foat Wuth) > New Orleans (N'awlins) > Atlanta (Addlanna) > > Southern women know their elegant gentlemen: > Men in uniform. > Men in tuxedos. > Rhett Butler, of course! > > Southern girls know their prime real estate: > The Mall > The Country Club > The Beauty Salon > > Southern girls know the four deadly sins: > Having bad hair and nails > Having bad manners > Cooking bad food > Wearing too much makeup in the summer > > Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah ! > > Now...... Shugah, send this to some girls who were raised in the South > or wish they had been! > > If you're a Northern transplant, Bless your! little heart, fake it. > We know you got here as fast as you could.....!!! fritz

Let me add my praise to the way the co-op is run, great job. After one initial disappointment by the original operator, it has really been good under ChasMike. While I used it several times aways back, I have not done so lately. It's great to hear that he is still running it. I may need one in the future. fritz

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth. fritz

Jerry, Since you live close to that DFW airport (closer than me), have you heard of the lease with Chesapeake Operating Inc. for the rights to drill for natural gas under the airport? They are reported to have paid 181 million dollars for the drilling rights, giving DFW 25% royalty. Now, that is quite a bit more than I received from them on my lease here in S. Texas. And they made a ?miscalculation? on the amount of the delay rental, and I had to take it to a lawyer. I won, they paid the amount due. And they still want the lease (albeit not for 181 million). With directional drilling, they are going to operate 5 rigs at one time and drill the entire thing, even under the runways. And DFW will get 25% of the revenue from the gas. Look for your airline fares to come down shortly! LOL! Chesapeake is an Oklahoma City based company that has about half of this county's deep exploration rights. But down here it's at 16,000', at DFW it's supposed to lie around 9,000'. Where's that rig? Yeah, I know, it's going to DFW. fritz

Jerry, It is true that the media will always distort the "news" to make it more profitable to them (more readers). And there will always be those readers waiting to lap it up. The same thing happened during 'nam. Many hated Johnson, but did their duty. The duty they did was for our country, not LBJ. And only now is the "rest of the story" coming out of the closet, and it ain't pretty. Atrocities commited in 'nam (not reported by the media at the time) are now surfacing. But I take that with the belief that EVERY war has produced this same kind of atrocity, it's just that now a lot of folks have seen it before. And think of the consequences if the "government" controled the media. I still support our troops, but does that mean I have to vote for Bush's ideas? I think you know the answer. fritz

This is something that all you Texas fellows already know, but it is about the biggest issue Texas has faced in it's governor race in many years. And it should be on your mind when you vote in November. The Trans-Texas Corridor is a brainchild of a brainless person known as Rick Perry. How he ever got to be our governor in the first place can only be attributed to his hanging on to GW's coattails. He was, before governor, our agriculture secretary. Now, that is why it is even harder to see why this ignorant person is supporting a huge catastrophe (and that is what his opponents agree on). Jason, I hear you are backing Kinky, and he has said he will kill it on his first day in office. But so have said the other two---Grandma and Bell. I know it may be hard to swallow for a Texan today to support a Democrat (Bell). That is why I am supporting Grandma, simply because she has the most realistic chance of beating Perry. I only fear that many Texans will not vote for an independant like her or Kinky. But Jason, a vote for Kinky is a vote taken away from the one person who can both stop this catastrophe to our rural land and beat the fundillo who wants it to happen. Some "agriculture secretary" he was! He was nothing but a power-grabbing politician all along. This time, I hope and pray he chose the wrong choice to advance his power-grabbing. fritz

Your alarm goes off; you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes. He stays up for days on end. You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. You complain about how hot it is. He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow. You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. He does not get to eat today. Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean everyday. You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today. You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. He is told he will be held an extra 2 months. You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home. You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume. You roll your eyes as a baby cries. He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and remembers why he is fighting. You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him. He hears the gun fire and bombs. You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees bodies lying around him. Some are his own buddies. You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. He does what he is told. You stay at home and watch TV. He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat. You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable. He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire. You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place because of men like him. If only there were more men like him. fritz

Who will join me? LET'S RETIRE AT THE HOLIDAY INN A few days ago, I received one of those infinitely forwarded emails that struck my fancy because it was so clever and, as you'll soon read, has a certain quirky logic. Kudos to the anonymous writer: "No nursing home for me! I'm checking into the Holiday Inn. With the average cost for a nursing home per day reaching $188.00, there is a better way when we get old and feeble. I have already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long-term stay discount and senior discount, it's $49.23 per night. That leaves $138.77 a day for: 1. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in any restaurant I want, or room service. 2. Laundry, gratuities, and special TV movies. Plus, they provide a swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, washer, dryer, etc. Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap. They treat you like a customer, not a patient. $5.00 worth of tips a day will have the entire staff scrambling to help you. There is a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp). To meet other nice people, call a church bus on Sundays. For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you're at the airport, fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up. It takes months to get into decent nursing home. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you are not stuck in one place forever, you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city. Want to see Hawaii? They have a Holiday Inn there, too. TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem. They fix everything and apologize for the inconvenience. The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks if you are OK. If not, they will call the undertaker or an ambulance. If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life. And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation. The grandkids can use the pool. What more can you ask for? So, when I reach the golden age I'll face it with a grin. Just forward all my emails to the Holiday Inn!" Upon telling this story at a dinner with friends and too much red wine, we came up with even more benefits the Holiday Inn provides to retirees: Most standard rooms have coffeemakers, reclining chairs, and satellite TV-all you need to enjoy a cozy afternoon. After a movie and a good nap, you can check on your children (free local phone calls), then take a stroll to the lounge or restaurant where you meet new and exotic people every day. Many Holiday Inns even feature live entertainment on the weekends. Often they have special offers, too, like the Kids Eat Free Program. You can invite your grandkids over after school to have a free dinner with you. Just tell them not to bring more than three friends. Pick a Holiday Inn where they allow pets, and your best friend can keep you company as well. If you want to travel, but are a bit skittish about unfamiliar surroundings, in a Holiday Inn you'll always feel at home because wherever you go, the rooms all look the same. And if you're getting a little absent-minded in your old days, you never have to worry about not finding your room--your electronic key fits only one door and the helpful bellman or desk clerk is on duty 24/7. Being perma-skeptics, we called a Holiday Inn to check this story out--and are happy to report that they were positively giddy at the idea of us checking in for a year or more. They even offered to negotiate the rate (we could have easily knocked them down to $40 a night!). See you at the INN fritz

Tony, While I never did like being told what I HAD to do, maybe this masters degree thing is the best for you right now. Hell, I take it the army will help pay for it (since they ordered you to do it). And do you realize what a civilian would have to pay for the same education? Seize the moment and run for the goal line. You have our support on whatever you do. Hell, we have been friends too long to not help each other (and I don't really dislike Tye.) Trust us, and do what you want to do, but please consider the future. If things had been different for me while in the service and I had the chance for a masters degree, I would have jumped on it. But I had a ranch waiting (and needing) me. Now I am a jack of all trades, and master of none! fritz

Can anyone fill me in on the attempt by a city (wherever the hell) to ban the "colorization" of a weapon? Lauer, who makes Dura-Coat was involved, but I don't remember all the details. fritz

Well, you can go too long and then you can go too short on barrel length. I believe more in balance and handling of the rifle rather than a set barrel length. Some carbine configurations are fine with 18" barrels, and that is what I would call my limit on shortening. Anything less does not appeal to me, and I am the one using the rifle. But it's your call. If it balances right with a shorter barrel, go for it. There are many factory rifles with 18" barrels. And wasn't that the length of the Winchester '94? I have probably killed as many deer with 18"arrels as with 24" tubes. But it must balance right for you. Edit: the '94 had 16" and 20" barrels, but the 20" was the most popular. I was thinking of my Rem. 600 with a 18" barrel. fritz

Think before you speak... Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - the last one is great! Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the words back... or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did.... FIRST TESTIMONY: I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" I turned around and walked back out and never went back My husband didn't say a word... he knew better. SECOND TESTIMONY: I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls." THIRD TESTIMONY: My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget. FOURTH TESTIMONY: While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!" The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter. FIFTH TESTIMONY: Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly.. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. The realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No". I kept thinking "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had! LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY: This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?" Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard! fritz

Jerry, I'm glad that there is still some place in this politically correct country where a town can name a street after a German, instead of renaming every street to the name of a local politician. That happens too often, and the recent renaming of our post office to the name of a local (still living) justice of the peace is a good example. I'm sure I have mentioned before about my community being originally named "Germantown), for a damned good reason (it was Germans who founded it, who made it). But when the Kaiser started the Big War they were forced by the PC people to rename it. They named it after the first local boy (who just happened to be of German descent, big surprise) who was killed in France. So, it became "Schroeder" (pronouned as Shrader). I still think that the reason why my family did not settle in Fredricksburg was because, after leaving Indianola by wagon, the wheels fell off at Germantown! It looked like good country to them (must have been a mild year) so they just bought land here, about 100 miles south of their destination. Oh well, I think we have more oil and gas here than around Fredricksburg, and the cows seem to do good whenever the hell it rains (which is too few and far between). fritz

You know, we all did stupid things when we were kids in those days, but we learned from them. And I can't remember any of my friends (albeit I lived in a small town) dying from those stupid things. Yeah, a friend drowned in a creek while swimming, but I hear just about everyday about a baby falling into a swimming pool (concrete pond) and drowning. Even all the so-called safeguards we have today don't prevent an accident from happening. And many more die today in my town from driving on the highways than ever did from riding a horse, etc. I used to take my father dinner in the field while he was too busy plowing to come back to the house. One day, while he was eating, I thought that a cup of kerosine on the ground beside the tractor was tea (or something else). Before he could stop me I had ingested enough to make me pretty sick. Well, even though the doctors did not have all the fancy equipment they have today, they did have a stomach pump. I guess inducing vomitting would have worked too. But I never drank kerosine again (now I drink whiskey). Tastes better, but sometimes I think that I need to go to that doctor again for the stomach pump when overindulging! To this day I cannot understand why I would take a drink of kerosine, I must have been real thirsty (and my father was drinking coffee). Even a wild brahman bull couldn't kill fritz, and I got pitched over the corral fence without breaking any bones. I think kids' bones are more resilient than their elders. But my father never had another wild bull (or any of the brahman breed) on our land after that. And he got rid of that kerosine tractor just as soon as the new gasoline tractors came. I am really showing my age now. fritz

Well, you could always move down here to South Texas and see the meskins flying their flag of Mexico in their protests. Or just remember that protests have always happened, and always will happen. I don't necessarily like it, but I have lived long enough to witness it. Do I accept it? No, that's why I keep posting on internet forums, trying to show what is going on in all parts of America. And the picture ain't pretty! fritz

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because . WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING ! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms....... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! If YOU are one of them . . . CONGRATULATIONS! Friends, I went through all this (but no go-carts) and I know what it was like. Why did it have to change? Because of PROGRESS! fritz

OK, this fellow might be a redneck (even a bubba), but it worked--- Never choke in a southern restaurant! Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. After ordering their cornbread and beans, they talk about the latest addition to their junkyard business. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says "Kin ya swallar?" The woman shakes her head no. "Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no. The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar. His partner says, "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver', but I ain't never seed nobody do it." fritz

RGRWJB Without making judgement or comment on your post, I believe it would be better in the Fightin Words forum. Them are "fightin words". fritz

When you run into folks who can't quite figure out what's going on in the Middle East or are unduly influenced by the propaganda of our enemies, the next two sentences should say it all to anyone with any sense of what has happened in the region for the last 40 years: * If the Arabs put down their weapons today, there would be no more violence. * If the Jews put down their weapons today, there would be no more Israel . fritz

" want one that is allready fully bedded with a alluminum bedding block." The Bell & Carlson stocks are good, but ain't it better to bed YOUR action into one rather than a factory bedding to a sample action? Just a simple question from someone who beds his own, but I know that the pillar bedding already installed in new stocks is pretty damned close to perfect. So it would be easy to adjust to perfect. fritz