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Hey Bama and Silver thanks for the friendly welcome I have heard alot about ya'll. Maybe we can talk. Have a great night.
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bamagirl said:hiya silver hugss hun
was very long lol
it was a cival trial and trying to figure out money and fair market value and what we felt was fair and hearing appraisels it was a nightmare lol
but went great anyway
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Well I'm glad it wasn't too bad for ya!! I don't think I would wanna do it!
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Sweet dreams to you to Bama
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Hey Bama are you on?
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I was wondering do you have yahoo instant messanger
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Well I guess it is to late so I will just talk to you later goodnight darlin.
Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loves to charge around
the nursing home taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum
speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman is one sandwich
short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her. Some of the men
actually join in.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Crazy
Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!", he said in a
firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished
around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to
him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Walter
popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of
insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out an old grocery store
bill and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Mad Malcolm
stepped out in front of her. Stark naked, and holding a very sizeable
erection in his hand. "Oh no" groaned Ethel. "Not the breathalyzer
again!"
the nursing home taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum
speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman is one sandwich
short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her. Some of the men
actually join in.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Crazy
Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!", he said in a
firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished
around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to
him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Walter
popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of
insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out an old grocery store
bill and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Mad Malcolm
stepped out in front of her. Stark naked, and holding a very sizeable
erection in his hand. "Oh no" groaned Ethel. "Not the breathalyzer
again!"
People come and go so quickly in our lives.
Never miss an opportunity to tell them that you love them!"
..........................................
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Washington's picture is on a quarter]
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Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?
How can there be self-help "groups"?
If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?
If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?
If space is a vacuum, who changes the bags?
If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?
If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?
If white wine goes with fish, do white grapes go with sushi?
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?
If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?
Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?
Why do they call it "chili" if it's hot?
Never miss an opportunity to tell them that you love them!"
..........................................
Does that screwdriver belong to Philip?
Can a stupid person be a smart-ass?
Does killing time damage eternity?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?
Why is it that night falls but day breaks?
Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?
Did Noah keep his bees in archives?
Do jellyfish get gas from eating jellybeans?
Do pilots take crash-courses?
Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?
Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID
that he just whipped out a quarter? [NOTE: Geo.
Washington's picture is on a quarter]
Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?
How can there be self-help "groups"?
If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?
If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?
If space is a vacuum, who changes the bags?
If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?
If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?
If white wine goes with fish, do white grapes go with sushi?
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?
If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?
Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?
Why do they call it "chili" if it's hot?
This one is cute
> > As all of you are well aware, online computers are
> > > often used to
> > > engage in cybersex. Detailed and erotic fantasies are
> > > typed into the computer to be instantly transmitted
> > > over the Internet. Sometimes these harmless fantasies
> > > become fairly raunchy. This is not the case with the
> > > following
> > > transcript of an actual on-line cybersex
> > > session...Either this guy is clueless or has the
> > > greatest sense of humour known to mankind.
> > > * Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
> > > * Sweetheart: I am wearing an expensive red Silk
> > > blouse, a black leather mini-skirt and high heeled
> > > boots. I am tan and very buffed. I work out everyday.
> > > My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 lbs. I wear glasses
> > > and have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at
> > > Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing an old T-shirt, it's got
> > > some barbecue sauce stains on it...and it smells kind
> > > of funny.
> > > * Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
> > > * Wellhung: OK
> > > * Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music
> > > playing on the stereo and candles on my nightstand. I
> > > look up into your eyes and I'm smiling.My hand works
> > > its way down to your crotch and I begin to feel your
> > > huge swelling bulge.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm gulping. I'm beginning to sweat.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing
> > > your chest.
> > > * Wellhung: Now, I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
> > > are trembling.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and I'm
> > > sliding it softly off.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.
> > > The cool silk slides off of my warm body. I'm rubbing
> > > your bulge faster now, rubbing and pulling.
> > > * Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and
> > > tears a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
> > > * Sweetheart: That's OK. It wasn't really too
> > > expensive.
> > > * Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
> > > * Sweetheart: Don't worry about it! I'm wearing a lacy
> > > black bra, my soft breasts are rising and falling as I
> > > breathe harder and harder.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp of your bra, I
> > > think it's stuck. Do you have scissors?
> > > * Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly, I
> > > reach behind my back and Undo the clasp. My bra slides
> > > off. The cool air caresses my breasts, my Nipples are
> > > erect for you.
> > > * Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the
> > > bra and inspecting the clasp.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby I Just
> > > want to feel your tongue all over me.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking
> > > your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your
> > > hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
> > > * Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are
> > > covered with spit and phlegm.
> > > * Sweetheart: WHAT?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off of my breasts
> > > with the remains of my blouse.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm taking your sopping wet blouse from
> > > you and throwing it in the corner of the room.
> > > * Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweatpants down and
> > > rubbing your hard tool.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman! Your hands are
> > > cold! Yeee!
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my
> > > panties.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is
> > > going all over, in and out and nibbling on you...
> > > ummm, wait a second.
> > > * Sweetheart: What's the matter?
> > > * Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
> > > I'm choking.
> > > * Sweetheart: Are you OK?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all
> > > red.
> > > * Sweetheart: Is there anything I can do to help?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen. Choking
> > > wildly. Looking for a cup. Where do you keep your
> > > cups??
> > > * Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
> > > better.
> > > * Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm aching for you lover.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I'm drying the cup. I'm putting it
> > > back in the cabinet and now I'm walking back to the
> > > bedroom. Wait it's dark, I'm lost. Where is the
> > > bedroom?
> > > * Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the
> > > hall.
> > > * Wellhung: I found it.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm tugging off your pants. I want you
> > > so badly.
> > > * Wellhung: Me too.
> > > * Sweetheart: I kiss you passionately. Our naked
> > > bodies pressed against each other.
> > > * Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
> > > face. It hurts.
> > > * Sweetheart: Why don't you take your glasses off?
> > > * Wellhung: OK. But I can't see very well. I'm placing
> > > my glasses on the nightstand.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me
> > > baby!
> > > * Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
> > > to the bathroom.
> > > * Sweetheart: Hurry back lover.
> > > * Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm
> > > feeling around for the toilet and lift the lid.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
> > > flush handle. Uh-oh!
> > > * Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
> > > * Wellhung: I just realized I peed in your hamper.
> > > Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bed now. Blindly
> > > feeling my way.
> > > * Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I'm going to put my, you know...thing
> > > in your,um, woman's thing.
> > > * Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, Baby! Do it!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so
> > > nice. Ma'am, I'm having a little problem here.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth. I
> > > can't wait another second. Slide it in! Screw me!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
> > > * Sweetheart: WHAT?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm limp...I can't sustain an erection.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an
> > > incredulous look on my ace.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on My face,
> > > my wiener all floppy. I'm looking for my glasses to
> > > see what the problem is.
> > > * Sweetheart: NO! Never mind. I'm getting dressed, I'm
> > > putting on my underwear and my wet nasty blouse.
> > > * Wellhung: No wait. I can't find the night table. I'm
> > > reaching across the dresser, knocking off cans of
> > > hairspray, your picture frames and your candles.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. I'm putting on
> > > my shoes.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I've found my glasses. My God! One of
> > > your candles fell on the curtain! The curtain is on
> > > fire. I'm pointing at it with a shocked look on my
> > > face.
> > > * Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, LOSER!
> > > * Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Nooooooo!
> > As all of you are well aware, online computers are
> > > often used to
> > > engage in cybersex. Detailed and erotic fantasies are
> > > typed into the computer to be instantly transmitted
> > > over the Internet. Sometimes these harmless fantasies
> > > become fairly raunchy. This is not the case with the
> > > following
> > > transcript of an actual on-line cybersex
> > > session...Either this guy is clueless or has the
> > > greatest sense of humour known to mankind.
> > > * Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
> > > * Sweetheart: I am wearing an expensive red Silk
> > > blouse, a black leather mini-skirt and high heeled
> > > boots. I am tan and very buffed. I work out everyday.
> > > My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 lbs. I wear glasses
> > > and have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at
> > > Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing an old T-shirt, it's got
> > > some barbecue sauce stains on it...and it smells kind
> > > of funny.
> > > * Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
> > > * Wellhung: OK
> > > * Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music
> > > playing on the stereo and candles on my nightstand. I
> > > look up into your eyes and I'm smiling.My hand works
> > > its way down to your crotch and I begin to feel your
> > > huge swelling bulge.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm gulping. I'm beginning to sweat.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing
> > > your chest.
> > > * Wellhung: Now, I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
> > > are trembling.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and I'm
> > > sliding it softly off.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.
> > > The cool silk slides off of my warm body. I'm rubbing
> > > your bulge faster now, rubbing and pulling.
> > > * Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and
> > > tears a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
> > > * Sweetheart: That's OK. It wasn't really too
> > > expensive.
> > > * Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
> > > * Sweetheart: Don't worry about it! I'm wearing a lacy
> > > black bra, my soft breasts are rising and falling as I
> > > breathe harder and harder.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp of your bra, I
> > > think it's stuck. Do you have scissors?
> > > * Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly, I
> > > reach behind my back and Undo the clasp. My bra slides
> > > off. The cool air caresses my breasts, my Nipples are
> > > erect for you.
> > > * Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the
> > > bra and inspecting the clasp.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby I Just
> > > want to feel your tongue all over me.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking
> > > your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your
> > > hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
> > > * Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are
> > > covered with spit and phlegm.
> > > * Sweetheart: WHAT?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off of my breasts
> > > with the remains of my blouse.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm taking your sopping wet blouse from
> > > you and throwing it in the corner of the room.
> > > * Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweatpants down and
> > > rubbing your hard tool.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman! Your hands are
> > > cold! Yeee!
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my
> > > panties.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is
> > > going all over, in and out and nibbling on you...
> > > ummm, wait a second.
> > > * Sweetheart: What's the matter?
> > > * Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
> > > I'm choking.
> > > * Sweetheart: Are you OK?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all
> > > red.
> > > * Sweetheart: Is there anything I can do to help?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen. Choking
> > > wildly. Looking for a cup. Where do you keep your
> > > cups??
> > > * Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
> > > better.
> > > * Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm aching for you lover.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I'm drying the cup. I'm putting it
> > > back in the cabinet and now I'm walking back to the
> > > bedroom. Wait it's dark, I'm lost. Where is the
> > > bedroom?
> > > * Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the
> > > hall.
> > > * Wellhung: I found it.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm tugging off your pants. I want you
> > > so badly.
> > > * Wellhung: Me too.
> > > * Sweetheart: I kiss you passionately. Our naked
> > > bodies pressed against each other.
> > > * Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
> > > face. It hurts.
> > > * Sweetheart: Why don't you take your glasses off?
> > > * Wellhung: OK. But I can't see very well. I'm placing
> > > my glasses on the nightstand.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me
> > > baby!
> > > * Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
> > > to the bathroom.
> > > * Sweetheart: Hurry back lover.
> > > * Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm
> > > feeling around for the toilet and lift the lid.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
> > > flush handle. Uh-oh!
> > > * Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
> > > * Wellhung: I just realized I peed in your hamper.
> > > Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bed now. Blindly
> > > feeling my way.
> > > * Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I'm going to put my, you know...thing
> > > in your,um, woman's thing.
> > > * Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, Baby! Do it!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so
> > > nice. Ma'am, I'm having a little problem here.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth. I
> > > can't wait another second. Slide it in! Screw me!
> > > * Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
> > > * Sweetheart: WHAT?
> > > * Wellhung: I'm limp...I can't sustain an erection.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an
> > > incredulous look on my ace.
> > > * Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on My face,
> > > my wiener all floppy. I'm looking for my glasses to
> > > see what the problem is.
> > > * Sweetheart: NO! Never mind. I'm getting dressed, I'm
> > > putting on my underwear and my wet nasty blouse.
> > > * Wellhung: No wait. I can't find the night table. I'm
> > > reaching across the dresser, knocking off cans of
> > > hairspray, your picture frames and your candles.
> > > * Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. I'm putting on
> > > my shoes.
> > > * Wellhung: Now I've found my glasses. My God! One of
> > > your candles fell on the curtain! The curtain is on
> > > fire. I'm pointing at it with a shocked look on my
> > > face.
> > > * Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, LOSER!
> > > * Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Nooooooo!
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