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>> If you remember The Original Hollywood Squares and its comics, this >> will bring a tear to your eyes. These great questions and answers are >> from the days when game show responses were spontaneous and clever, not >> scripted and (often) dull as they are now. Peter Marshall was the host >> asking the questions, of course. >> >> Q. Do female frogs croak? >> A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long >> enough. >> >> Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high >> should you be? >> A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it. >> >> Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years.! >> A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes. >> >> Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a >> man or a woman? >> A Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake. >> >> Q. According to Cosmo, if you meet a stranger at a party and you >> think that he is attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's >> married? >> A Rose Marie: No, wait until morning. >> >> Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older? >> A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency. >> >> Q. In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words to say "I Love >> You"? >> A. Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple and a twenty. >> >> Q. What are "Do It," "I Can Help," and "I Can't Get Enough"? >> A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next >> apartment. >> >> Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your >> hands while talking? >> A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and >> I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget. >> >> Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather? >> A. Because chiffon wrinkles too easily. >> >> Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going >> to get any during the first year? >> A. Charley Weaver: Of course not, I'm too busy growing >> strawberries. >> >> Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score? >> A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy. >> >> Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist >> camps. One is politics, what is the other? >> A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures. >> >> Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet? >> A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom. >> >> Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls? >> A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out. >> >> Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a >> goose do? >> A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark? >> >> Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth >> to? >> A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the >> dark. >> >> Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting >> into the habit of kissing a lot of people? >> A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army. >> >> Q. While visiting China, your tour guide starts shouting "Poo! Poo! >> Poo!" What does this mean? >> A. George Gobel: Cattle crossing. >> >> Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is >> it? >> A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused but it certainly isn't neglected. >> >> Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his >> head, what was he trying to do? >> A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth. >> >> Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or >> your elephant? >> A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant? >> >> Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex? >> A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him. >> >> Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them >> and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they? >> A. Charley Weaver: His feet >> >> Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never >> do in bed? >> A. Paul Lynde: Point and Laugh.

"Some People Just Have Too Much Time On Their Hands!" Architect and engineers compete to see whose team can build the most spectacular structure using little more than cans of food at Canstruction, the 13th annual NYC Design and Build competition in New York.

It was the Fall. The leaves had turned, and it really was the most beautiful time of year in New England. I was leaving for my winter home in Arizona, driving the 2,200 miles in my new Hemi Slut. Thats a dodge Hemi SLT. The road just seemed to fly by, and in no time, found myself tired and hungry just outside of New Orleans. Not having been to New Orleans for nearly 10 years, I decided to head downtown to get reacquainted. Crossing the Poncetrain Bridge, which happens to be the worlds longest bridge at 26 miles, was the last step before entering the French Quarter. I parked the truck just outside the quarter, and walked the 6 blocks or so to Jackson Square. The strong smell of coffee and chicory permeated the air, and you could almost taste the fresh benets (pronounced ben-yays) coming right out of the oven. I took a seat in the open plaza, at the Cafe Dumond, and ordered some benets and fresh coffee. It was late, or early, depending on the way you look at it, but the coffee seemed to energize me. There were few people about at this time of morning. The benets, with their light dusting of sugar, were delicate and tasty. It was at that moment, I saw her for the first time. She was wearing a long, diaphanous white dress, with matching purse and high heeled shoes. She was alone at the bar, drinking what looked like a whiskey sour. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The light touched her dark, long tresses in such a way, it seemed like she was wearing a halo. She wasn't paying any attention to me or anyone else in the Cafe, and I was content to watch her raise her drink up to her lips time and time again. Leaving her purse on the bar, she got up from her place and walked, or should I say glided, over to the juke box in the corner. I was mesmerized by her grace and beauty. She pressed some buttons, and a slow southern creole song, with a deep sexy beat, began playing...and she began to move. Slowly, gracefully, she danced alone, moving like a lap dancer and a ballerina at the same time. I almost spilled my coffee as she moved toward my table. She said..."I don't dance, sugar, but I'd love to hold you while you do." I couldn't say a word. She reached out her hand, beckoned me towards her, and I rose out of my chair and stood in front of her. She said nothing, but moved close to my face, and whispered "dance with me", and gently kissed my ear. I reached my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her to me. She put her head down on my shoulder, and we began to move to the slow rhythm of the beat. Her hands were around my waist too, and we just rocked back and forth, our bodies touching everywhere. The song lasted for no more than 10 minutes, though it seemed like we had been dancing for an hour. When the music stopped, she said "I thank you sir", and left me in the middle of the cafe, walked to her place at the bar, downed her drink, grabbed her purse and walked out. I started to follow, but my feet would not move. I was stunned. My heart was beating fast...and I just didn't know what else to do. I went back to my seat, finished my coffee, and asked the cutie behind the bar for my bill. I reached for my wallet, and discovered it was not there. I looked around my chair and the floor, but it was gone. Where could I have left it? I walked to the bar and explained to the her that I had lost my wallet, and could not pay for my meal. She said "No problem...the lady paid your tab". All of a sudden it hit me...she, the dancer in the diaphanous dress, had stolen my wallet. I sat down on the barstool, with my head in my hands. You came out from behind the bar, and said "my name is Sara Lee .... Is there anything more I can get you?" I told you that I thought the woman in the white dress had stolen my wallet, along with my license, my credit cards and my cash. "You seem like a nice enough fella...I'm just leavin...you can crash at my place if you want." With that, you put your arm in mine and led me out of the Cafe. I was feeling pretty empty, let alone stupid, but I couldn't help but notice the faint scent of vanilla, and your beautiful face and hair. How lucky, and unlucky, could a guy be? I was just glad to have a place to get some rest, before reporting the crime to the police. You hailed a cab, which sped off down a dark, wet street, and you didn't talk at all. You just held my hand in yours...and closed your eyes. We pulled up to a dimly lit doorway, still in the French Quarter, and the cabbie let us out. "You can stay in my guest room" you said with a smile, as you led me up a winding staircase to the second floor. You opened the door to your place, and ushered me into a room dimly lit with a red light bulb. You set your purse down, and gently pushed me into the living room, with it's high ceilings and soft furniture. "Would you like a drink" you asked? Without waiting for an answer, you poured two of whatever, and brought them over. "My name is St.."...I didn't get my name off my lips before you pressed your finger to your lips and said "I don't want to know your name...I don't want to know where you're from...but I think I know a way you can earn some money, so that you can continue on your way." OK? I nodded. "How much would it cost me to have you remove my dress"? I said "Ma'am, I would do that for nothing." You said "you are gonna stay broke unless you play this game right." "How much"? I mumbled "a hundred dollars"! You opened your purse and pulled out a wad of cash, and pressed a crisp $100.00 bill into my shirt pocket. You turned around, showing me where the zipper was, and said "do your job." I pulled the zipper all the way down, and lowered your dress to the floor. My pulse was racing, as I realized how intoxicating you were. "How much to take off my shoes?" I said "$50.00" and you said "do it" and pressed $50.00 into my shirt pocket. I carefully removed your shoes, kneeling directly in front of you. There was the scent of vanilla again! "How much for you to get naked?" I hesitatingly mumbled..."A thousand dollars!" You grabbed a wad of cash and threw it to me and said "take it off baby...here...let me help." With that, you were on me, pulling at my shirt buttons and belt. Standing before you, trying to cover myself, but not doing a very good job...you stared at my obvious excitement...and said "I'll give you $500.00 to suck your cock?" "Done!" I said, and moved close to your waiting mouth. Sitting your the sofa, you just leaned forward, grabbed my manhood with one hand and my ass with the other, and plunged it into your mouth. What a moment...I gently grasped the back of your head, steering my cock in and out of your mouth in a slow dance of pleasure. You glided the head of my cock into the opening of your throat, and pressed forward. How could you breath I wondered...knowing this was the first time anyone had ever done this to me. I was getting close to cumming, when you pulled your mouth away from me and asked "I'll give you $500.00 if you will let me swallow you." I barely uttered the word "done" and you were on me again. Your nails were digging into my ass as you forced my rod deeper and deeper into your mouth. The excitement sent my head spinning and my torso stiffened as I pumped my load into your mouth and throat. I could feel you swallowing every last drop, but still your mouth was working me...more softly and slowly now...like you were savoring the flavors of the moment. As I softened, you leaned back on the sofa, spread your legs revealing the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Perfect I thought. You then asked me..."How much would it cost for you to pleasure me with your tongue"? Nothing I replied..."this one's on the house!" I knealt down between her upraised knees, and began a slow exploration of your inner thighs, gently kissing and nibbling my way around, avoiding the wetness for the moment...content to explore you slowly and carefully. I even felt my eye lashes occassionally touch your silky skin....and your gentle spasms told me how ready for me you were. I brought myself up to your face and kissed you thoroughly and deeply on your mouth. Your lips met mine and they were one. I then kissed each of your breasts, stopping to pay attention to their shape and feel, and gently nibbled at your nipples, bringing moans and lusty tones once again from your throat. You wanted me to continue my explorations "lower" so I began kissing my way down your stomach...feeling your little hairs tickle my nose, and when I reached your pussy, opened my mouth wide and covered the entire area with my lips and face, and began licking and flicking every part of your pussy. Plunging my tongue deeply inside you, then pulling it out and gently rolling it around your clit..took you over the edge...and you shuddered over and over again with multiple, intense orgasms. You were out of breath now, but begged me not to stop..."I'll give you $5,000.00 to fuck me hard and fuck me now." I laughed, smiling at my good fortune, and rolled onto my back. You were on top of me in a second, but to my surprise, you faced towards my feet, straddling my legs and knealt onto my rock hard cock. The feeling was indescribable...watching my dick slide in and out of your pussy, with your little asshole staring right at me. I licked my finger and reached out to touch this forbidden spot. You didn't seem to mind, and in fact, pushed your ass back towards me, opening it up to my touch. My finger, wet now with saliva and love juices, found its way inside you, up to my first knuckle. You were going nuts now...forcing my dick and my finger deeper and deeper inside you, and you came again and again, saying...."baby...baby....baby....". Exhausted, we fell back on the bed, and without a word, fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning, there was a loud knock on your bedroom door. The door flew open and in walked the woman that stole my wallet! She said "Good Morning all...I trust you had a restful night?" She walked over to the bed, kissed you on the cheek, and said "you owe me big time...Sis". I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. She opened her purse, took out my wallet, tossed it on the bed...and said "enjoy the rest of your trip" and danced out the door, laughing and giggling. You looked at me, winked, and said.."forgive me?" I had to laugh....cuz it was the worst and the best experiences I have ever had...and I will never hear Cajun music again without remembering the night I spent with you two....but especially you Sara Lee. For sure, I will stop into that Cafe on my way back East.

Welcome to spring break in Mazatlan. From "Senor' Frogs" , on foot to the Marina El Cid. Four miles from the "Golden Zone" to the marina. My watch, read three, boat leaves at five. Good morning Mazatlan! The sunrise glowing red with the antipicitation of my first twenty-five mile trip out to the pacific. I was number 1 out of 4. My biggest dream and my worst outcome of, what for most would be a dream vacation, my number just came up. I caught fish all day, nothing like this. Our boat had the only green flag raised that day. I just happend to be number 4 and the last fish.

Look past what you see. Vandall ropin' the wind? It is beyond my imagination. Only a good horse and a kind rope. You just gotta feel the love.

This night has opened my eyes, you kicked and cried like a bullied child; a grown man of twenty-five. She said, she'd cure your ills', but she didn't and she never will. Please save your life, because you've only got one.

Message details: Certainty and Limits of Doubt It is now several years since I first became aware how many false opinions I had from my childhood been admitting as true, and how doubtful was everything I have subsequently based on them. Accordingly I have ever since been convinced that if I am to establish anything firm and lasting in the sciences, I must once for all, and by a deliberate effort, rid myself of all those opionions to which I have hitherto given credence, starting entirely anew, and building from the foundation up. But as this enterprise was evidently one of great magnitude, I waited until I had attained an age so mature that I could no longer expect that I should at any later date better able to exceute my design. This is what has made me delay so long; and I should now be failing in my duty, where I continue consuming in deliberation such time for action as still remains to me. Rene' Descartes vandall69

to remind me of what the gift was.

"PLEASE SHOOT ON SITE" SIGNED.......... "THE WORLD"

If u see my feet, then I'm still asleep! Don't wake me..........Shawn

YES I'M SLEEPING, DON'T WAKE ME BEFORE 2 PM....THANKS

DON'T CALL, JUST SHOW UP WITH BEER TO GO.....

who is this beauty?

GOLF DAY? POKER NITE? LETS SET A DATE!

6 retired Irishmen were playing poker in O"leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy lost $ 500. on a single hand, he clutched his chest and dropped dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing STANDING UP. Micheal O"Conner looks around and asks, " Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?" They draw straws, Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse. " Discreet"??? "I"M the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me. " Gallagher goes over to Murphys' house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares; Your husband just lost $500. and is afraid to come home..... "Tell him to drop dead!" says Murphys wife. "I"LL go tell him. " says Gallagher.

The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. "I"ve been waiting for you all day " the cop said. The kid replied "well, I got here as fast as i could".

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost.... For want of a shoe, the horse was lost.... For want of a horse, the rider was lost.... For want of a rider, the battle was lost.... For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost.... and all for the want of a horseshoe nail..... BEN FRANKLIN...... This says it all : " Pay attention to the little details".... LYNNDOG (.)(.)

Anyone seen our cousin ? Lynndog (.)(.)

Tap on this guy to see what I wish I were doing today...Any rich girls out there that would like to support my habit ? Ha Ha So what else is new, I can't afford myself again !!! Lynndog (.)(.)

Know your rights........Patients need not travel hundreds of unsafe miles to obtain legal Medications !!!!!! Lynndog (.)(.)

THIS SITE OF MINE CHANGES DAILY AND NOT ALWAYS BY MY ACTIONS.....ANOTHERWARDS..MY SITE IS OUT OF MY CONTROL......HMMMMM SOUNDS LIKE A FAMILIALR HAPPENING IN MY LIFE...... LYNNDOG o(.)(.)o

Guess what I mashed yesterday on my anvil....SHITTTTT Got any Questions for a one handed horse shoer.....

TRY AND FEEL A LITTLE LOVE TODAY !!!!! LYNNDOG (.)(.) "Click Me"

Can you believe the fuckin price of gas........What a ripoff !! My friends and I used to fill up and have money left over for wine,cheese, Salamie,.....the slopes, and a good doob on the way...whoo whoo Sorry, I can't talk about this anymore, I've got to go look for some change, I'm sure I'll need that extra 10th of a tank later for my cheese and whinning..... LYNNDOG (.)(.)

"Good things will come my way just as long as I never have no in my heart" ........Joe Dirt 2001

Some of my artwork that includes my friends and plants.....

just wanted to say that if you have ever had shoerlynn actually shoe your horse THEN you would know why all the women love him. #1, hes sooooooo cute #2 when hes shoeing your horse, you see a GREAT view of his rear end (lynns) #3 when hes shoeing your horse, you see a GREAT view of lynns rear end