I meant to say that they're all over in the MO chapter BS thread socializing with the COOL kids.

https://www.ford-trucks.com/forums/8...bs-thread.html

 

Good point. Half the time, I don't know whether I'm coming or going, so it doesn't really make much difference, does it?

Yup. House is presentable.

 

Nope, it doesn't. I'm trying to figure out where to get my paint gun from, here in town, or on the net.

 

If you were closer, I'd loan you my buddies paint gun...his mother bought it for him a few years ago, and he hasn't used it yet...

Speaking of mothers...I'm going to head for the airport to pick up mine.

 

Have fun man. I'll catch up with you tomorrow Terry.

 

You are right Pat, where are all of the NE peeps today !!!

I sent a rely to your last email

 

And I've sent you one back...Okay, I sent two back. I think you'll like the last one. Has something we both can agree on! I wonder where Rob and Chrissy are? It's been pretty quiet since Dallas can't get on during the day.

Well, time for me to head out. Hopefully I'll get the motor out of the 67 tonight. Pictures to follow if so!

 

Good luck with pulling the motor and we will see you in the morning.

 

I like the second email and boy you sure posted those quick !!!!!!

 

good evening all.. how goes it in September? and the HUSKERS start this Saturday! Rob is excited I know!

 

hey dallas...

 

Evening Nebraska!!

 

The Indian With One ********

There once was an Indian who had only one ******** and whose given name was 'Onestone'.

He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.

After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again, I will kill them!'

The word got around and nobody called him that any more.

Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, 'Good morning, Onestone.'

He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into

the forest where he made love to her all day and

all night. He made love to her all the next day,

until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.







The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.

Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman

named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being

away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was

overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest,

then he made love to her all day, made love to her all

night, made love to her all the next day, made love to

her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!







Why ?







OH, come on ... take a guess !








Think about it !







You're going to love this !








Everyone knows...




You can't kill Two Birds




with OneStone !

 

Hello Randy, that was a good one!!

 

evening David, getting ready to head home, long day,shot to lincoln to drive a 96 aspire home brother bought, has 54 k on it,was a trip,lol,98 miles one way from here