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Not that anyone asked, but here's a couple of my favs from the vaca....
Check out the girls at sunset:

Here's the whole clan:

And here's the back of my fat head.....Note the coolness of my T-shirt
Check out the girls at sunset:
Here's the whole clan:
And here's the back of my fat head.....Note the coolness of my T-shirt

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If Y'all Have Seen This Before I Apologize
But it's still just as funny as it was the first time I saw it years ago. You have to substitute "A Hole" for all the asterisks the site software put in.
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> *Proper Anger Management Technique
>
> When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
> out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on
> someone you don't know.
>
> I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten
to
> make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying
'Hello.'
>
> I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn
Carter?'
>
> Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f *** ing
> number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.
>
> I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down
> Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had ac cidentally
> transposed the last two digits.
>
> After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number
again.
>
> When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an *******
!' and
> hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '******* ' next to
it, and
> put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills
> or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an
******* !'*
>
> *It always cheered me up.*
> *When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic
'*******'**
> **calling would have to stop.
>
> So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the
> telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our
Caller
> ID Program?'
>
> He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him
back and
> said, 'That's because you're an *******!' and hung up.
>
> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
>
> Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had
> patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been
waiting**
> **for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For
Sale'** **sign
> in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
>
> A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had his
> number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******
,
> too.
>
> I said, 'Is this the man with the black B MW for sale?' He said,
'Yes, it
> is.' I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?' He said,
'Yes, I live
> at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow rambler, and the
car's
> parked right out in front.'
>
> I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don
Hansen.'
>
> I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?' He said,
'I'm home every
> evening after five.'
>
> I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?' He said,
'Yes?'
>
> I said, 'Don, you're an *******!'
>
> Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I
> had a problem, I had two *******s to call.
>
> Then I came up with an idea.
>
> I called ******* #1. He said, 'Hello.' I said, 'You're an
*******!' (But I
> didn't hang up.)
>
> He asked, 'Are you still there?'
> I said, 'Yeah.'
> He screamed, 'Stop calling me!'
> I said, 'Make me.'
> He asked, 'Who are you?'
>
> I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'
> He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?'
> I said, ' ******* , I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow
> rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front.'
>
> He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
saying
> your prayers.'
>
> I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******,' and hung up.
>
> Then I called ******* ..2.
> He said, 'Hello?'
> I said, 'Hello, ******* .'
> He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
> I said, 'You'll what?'
> He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ***,'
>
> I answered, 'Well, ******* , here's your chance. I'm coming
over right
> now.'
>
> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
> 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill
> my gay lover.
>
> Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree
> Blvd. in Fairfax ..
> *I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax I got there just in
> time to watch two *******s beating the crap out of each other in front of
> six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
>
> NOW I feel much better.
>
> Anger management works.* *
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>
> *Proper Anger Management Technique
>
> When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
> out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on
> someone you don't know.
>
> I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten
to
> make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying
'Hello.'
>
> I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn
Carter?'
>
> Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f *** ing
> number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.
>
> I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down
> Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had ac cidentally
> transposed the last two digits.
>
> After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number
again.
>
> When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an *******
!' and
> hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '******* ' next to
it, and
> put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills
> or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an
******* !'*
>
> *It always cheered me up.*
> *When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic
'*******'**
> **calling would have to stop.
>
> So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the
> telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our
Caller
> ID Program?'
>
> He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him
back and
> said, 'That's because you're an *******!' and hung up.
>
> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
>
> Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had
> patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been
waiting**
> **for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For
Sale'** **sign
> in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
>
> A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had his
> number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******
,
> too.
>
> I said, 'Is this the man with the black B MW for sale?' He said,
'Yes, it
> is.' I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?' He said,
'Yes, I live
> at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow rambler, and the
car's
> parked right out in front.'
>
> I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don
Hansen.'
>
> I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?' He said,
'I'm home every
> evening after five.'
>
> I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?' He said,
'Yes?'
>
> I said, 'Don, you're an *******!'
>
> Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I
> had a problem, I had two *******s to call.
>
> Then I came up with an idea.
>
> I called ******* #1. He said, 'Hello.' I said, 'You're an
*******!' (But I
> didn't hang up.)
>
> He asked, 'Are you still there?'
> I said, 'Yeah.'
> He screamed, 'Stop calling me!'
> I said, 'Make me.'
> He asked, 'Who are you?'
>
> I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'
> He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?'
> I said, ' ******* , I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow
> rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front.'
>
> He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
saying
> your prayers.'
>
> I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******,' and hung up.
>
> Then I called ******* ..2.
> He said, 'Hello?'
> I said, 'Hello, ******* .'
> He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
> I said, 'You'll what?'
> He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ***,'
>
> I answered, 'Well, ******* , here's your chance. I'm coming
over right
> now.'
>
> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
> 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill
> my gay lover.
>
> Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree
> Blvd. in Fairfax ..
> *I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax I got there just in
> time to watch two *******s beating the crap out of each other in front of
> six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
>
> NOW I feel much better.
>
> Anger management works.* *
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