Random Comments

[The Troll]

My eleven year old son is getting into college football, so perhaps that WILL be something I will do!

  You playing football at 53.    All I can say is what the actors say to their fellow actors when they go on stage.  BREAK A LEG!!!!   

[Henry Hawk]

  You playing football at 53.    All I can say is what the actors say to their fellow actors when they go on stage.  BREAK A LEG!!!!   

First of all, I'm 52.  No, never said I was playing football, just watching with my son.  But, I still like to get out in the yard and toss it around with my kids........and, BOY! am I getting out of shape.

[The Troll]

First of all, I'm 52.  No, never said I was playing football, just watching with my son.  But, I still like to get out in the yard and toss it around with my kids........and, BOY! am I getting out of shape.

  Tell me about getting old and out of shape, kid.   

[Da Wham]

Here's one for bass players (60's era)

Missionary and guide walking through jungle hear drums playing.

Missionary says "I wish the drums would stop."

Guide says "No want drums to stop!".

Days go by with no let up in the drums and missionary is going insane. "Please make the drums stop!" he screams.

Guide replies "No want drums to stop."

The missionary asks "For God's sake why not?".

The guide replies "After drums, bass solo!"

[me]

Dang, temp just dropped like a rock and I do believe a thunderstorm is rolling in.....Sure looks ugly out there and I'm hearing distant thunder.

[me]

EEeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr, um, maybe not so distant. 

[Locutus]

Spawn of Isaac develops in the Gulf of Mexico.  Looks like it's drifting south until this weekend.  Then, it heads to either northern or central Florida.

[me]

That was some storm and definitely not fun to be driving in. 

[Da Wham]

***** WARNING: THE FOLLOWING JOKE, ALTHOUGH IT DOES RELATE TO *****
MUSIC, IS EXTREMELY "POLITICALLY INCORRECT," NOT TO
MENTION GENDER-INSENSITIVE. IF SUCH JOKES OFFEND YOU,
PLEASE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT MESSAGE NOW!

Q: What do you call a bunch of lesbians with guns?












A: Militia Etheridge.

[me]

***** WARNING: THE FOLLOWING JOKE, ALTHOUGH IT DOES RELATE TO *****
MUSIC, IS EXTREMELY "POLITICALLY INCORRECT," NOT TO
MENTION GENDER-INSENSITIVE. IF SUCH JOKES OFFEND YOU,
PLEASE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT MESSAGE NOW!

Q: What do you call a bunch of lesbians with guns?












A: Militia Etheridge.

Baaaaaad.....

[Palehorse]

[Locutus]

You have to have one of those to watch the Dolts. 

[Palehorse]

You have to have one of those to watch the Dolts. 

And you better have plenty of back ups too! 

[Da Wham]

Jesus in a Bar

The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came in. With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled himself up painfully and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?" The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey, too.

The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back, who moved very slow. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, too.

The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, who swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeep, set me up a cold one! Hey, is that God's Boy down there?" The barkeep nodded, so the redneck told him to give Jesus a cold one, too.

As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the door.

Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands above his head and did a flip out the door.

Jesus walked toward the redneck, but the redneck jumped back and exclaimed, "Don't touch me! I'm drawing disability!"

[libby]

 

Jesus in a Bar

The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came in. With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled himself up painfully and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?" The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey, too.

The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back, who moved very slow. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, too.

The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, who swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeep, set me up a cold one! Hey, is that God's Boy down there?" The barkeep nodded, so the redneck told him to give Jesus a cold one, too.

As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the door.

Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands above his head and did a flip out the door.

Jesus walked toward the redneck, but the redneck jumped back and exclaimed, "Don't touch me! I'm drawing disability!"