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chepsk8 said:
Deanna knows, as I wanted her to know as soon as possible too. BUT, her legs are not long enough for COBRASK8 V.2, nor is she ready for the power of the car.
Turn 9 at Watkin's Glen says the same about you!:lol:
jes72mustang said:
You mean to tell me that you didn't put adjustable seats in that rollerskate on steroids? How is Deanna supposed to take her date to the prom in it?
In the trunk?:shrug:
 
Funny story, a boy (him 15) in my daughter's (her 14) youth group at church made an inappropriate chest grope (as if there were an appropriate one) at the local amusement park. His hobby is playing guitar. I called him up a day or so later.

"Clint?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta question, you play guitar, how hard would it be to play with a broken finger?"

"Depends on which one on which hand..."

"Well, say... it were all of them, on both hands, all in splints..."

"It would be pretty tough..."

"Or what if you lost them, no numbs, complete finger loss down to the palm...."

"Pretty much impossible..."

"The thing you did to Brit the other night at the amusment park? Don't let it happen again."

"Yes sir."

Dial tone........
 
Funny story, a boy (him 15) in my daughter's (her 14) youth group at church made an inappropriate chest grope (as if there were an appropriate one) at the local amusement park. His hobby is playing guitar. I called him up a day or so later.

"Clint?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta question, you play guitar, how hard would it be to play with a broken finger?"

"Depends on which one on which hand..."

"Well, say... it were all of them, on both hands, all in splints..."

"It would be pretty tough..."

"Or what if you lost them, no numbs, complete finger loss down to the palm...."

"Pretty much impossible..."

"The thing you did to Brit the other night at the amusment park? Don't let it happen again."

"Yes sir."

Dial tone........

Ooooooooo, me likee! :nice:

Probably better (more politically correct?) than my stepping out on our front porch, "shake-racking" the Mossy and saying, "_________ (I can't remember his name anymore, help me out Trish.) I really meant it when I said you need to go home now". :nono:
The boy (2-3 years older than Tink's 13) scurried back down and across the street and disappeared inside his house before Tink had a chance to really start grousing at me. :D





Stange thing is, the whole family moved away like 3 days later... :scratch:
Maybe I should have (combed my hair/cut my hair/shaved the scraggly beard/put on a shirt/put on some shoes/put down the beer in my other hand) before going out to talk to him? :shrug:
 
Ooooooooo, me likee! :nice:

Probably better (more politically correct?) than my stepping out on our front porch, "shake-racking" the Mossy and saying, "_________ (I can't remember his name anymore, help me out Trish.) I really meant it when I said you need to go home now". :nono:
The boy (2-3 years older than Tink's 13) scurried back down and across the street and disappeared inside his house before Tink had a chance to really start grousing at me. :D

Ok, that's funny.... :D I still like that line from Bill Engvall "See that little girl over there? She's my pride and joy, so just remember, if you start to get any ideas of touching her, I have no problem going BACK to prison" or The one that I used from a movie (can't remember which one) "I have a .45 and a shovel, I don't think anyone would miss you" :D
 
Nownownow; don't threaten the little boy, you might damage his self-esteem and all that :rolleyes:

Notice that I did not threaten the little (Little? He had two inches and a good 60 pounds on me!) ruffian that was sniffin' around Cowgirl Tink. I just told him to go home. He'd lived on our street long enough to see me carrying a 12 gauge, or drinking a beer, or not wearing a shirt, or shoes, or wearing four days' growth of beard, or needing a weed-whacker haircut...... unless he didn't expect to see all of that at once???? :shrug:

Maybe it was the whole "one-handed racking a shell up the tube" thing. Was pretty common for guys with well-worn 5 year old aluminum-receiver Mossbergs to do.
The old piece was usually pretty sloppy already, you were gonna get a new one soon anyway; and you could be sticking your "trigger hand" in the shell bag for more rounds in the process!

Of course, with his black suede loafers, baggy khaki pants, snow-white wife beater shirt and blue "Crips" doo-rag; Homey didn't look like he'd done or knew much about dove hunting. So he just might have been a little confused :D
 
Was pretty common for guys with well-worn 5 year old aluminum-receiver Mossbergs to do.
The old piece was usually pretty sloppy already, you were gonna get a new one soon anyway; and you could be sticking your "trigger hand" in the shell bag for more rounds in the process!

My old Mossberg 12G is a bolt action with a clip. I still haven't fired the thing since I got it eight or nine years ago now. I refinished the stock and got the barrel down to bare metal (and the thousands of pits emory'd out), but I still need to get a finish on the steel.
 
Ok a little update, Monday I got my headers and motor mounts in the mail, hopefully i can get everything installed this weekend. We are jumping in my truck tomorrow afternoon to head for my home town Ulysses Kansas, we are going to see my family and eat some home cooked food. My family is pretty excited to have heather coming to town. I honestly kinda feel bad, I’m going to be working on my car and she is going to be with my mom and sisters doing who knows what, Its ok, it should be a good time. She is really excited to see where I grew up. I think that’s pretty much it, She has been pretty stressed out about finding a job after graduation. I got lucky and got offered a job to stay here at the university and manage the servers with my old supervisor, they also said they would pay for my masters WOOT!!!
 
After having had a chance to catch up on and read all of the threads, You are one lucky man. I think that she is also very lucky as well. It seems that the two of you were meant for each other. Your situation kind of reminds me of my nephews situation, He is stationed at Fort Riley and was lucky enough to meet a wonderful girl from Kansas State University in Manhatten. They were married in January of 2007 ( just before he was sent back to Iraq ). My wife and I attended the wedding which was held on campus. It certainly sounds to me that you have truely met the love of your life. I all too often hear negative comments concerning marriage. Let me tell you.. If you are lucky enough to find the right person it is wonderful. I was lucky and I can't imaging not having her by my side. I wish the two of you the best of luck.