Synner Hangout

[roybot]

Hey girl. those vb codes ad a lot. & Its gettin

It didnt all come through

 

[roybot]

Gotta go but<<<< wih out you>>>>>>>

 

[Synnerman]

Danger, beware of Hazardous waste.

 

[Synnerman]

Danger, beware of Hazardous waste.

OK, I will try again to attach a pic.

 

[lipscum]

It was 75f on Thursday 55f today.

 

[Synnerman]

It is about this time in LA

 

[Synnerman]

I keep forgeting the time difference Lips. I started in saying goodmorning and you are about finishing lunch.

You are looking fine in red today.

 

[lipscum]

5.10pm

I keep forgeting the time difference Lips. I started in saying goodmorning and you are about finishing lunch.

You are looking fine in red today.

Weve got a friend round for dinner ......... Talk to you later

 

[roybot]

Gotta go but<<<< wih out you>>>>>>>

I've had the little part of that song stuck im my head since the 1st time seen that commercial. Anybody else heard it?
Looks like its been slow today. Hope it means all are having a great weekend.
Got a chance to see what rain is. & thunder & lightning. Even had to go out in it. See what blew off the roof. But it wasnt mine, & i cant even see who's vent cover it was. Got pretty windy. I knew a girl like that.
Why do they call it a BLOW job?? Really?
I'm gonna go see if can find this fuck thread & what not,
Be back.
Wow neet

 

[Synnerman]

This is a feverent wish to remain unholy.

 

[Pipebender]

Got it Synner

That's why I did not say anything here..........

I agree........Weird Family....But....Family..........

All are welcome..........Thankx for the home.........DAD ???

I now return you to your regularly..............Bullshit ???

AKA..................... ??????????

'Slinger................ ?????????????

BobN........THINK AV !!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[harleyhog]

maybe he thinks av means aviation,,,and hes out watching planes...

that was a lousey joke,,,,sorry bout that

 

[Guest]

Up!!!

 

[Pipebender]

BOBNNNNNNNN

maybe he thinks av means aviation,,,and hes out watching planes...

that was a lousey joke,,,,sorry bout that

That was a great joke Harley !!!!!!!!!!!

And very true..............

Bob.....Bob.....Bob.....Hello.....AV ????????

Lips......Where the Hell is BobNs AV ?????????

 

[lipscum]

Re: BOBNNNNNNNN

That was a great joke Harley !!!!!!!!!!!

And very true..............

Bob.....Bob.....Bob.....Hello.....AV ????????

Lips......Where the Hell is BobNs AV ?????????

I think he felt the Av made him look too plump .......Maybe hes right ,i did have to distort it a bit.

 

[lipscum]

FOR : Bob NN

Here you are Bob .Is this one better?

 

[Synnerman]

That is a good looking AV you made for Bob.

A little quiet around here tonight/today.

 

[lipscum]

That is a good looking AV you made for Bob.

A little quiet around here tonight/today.

Its very quiet on here tonight .........But the suns out here. Heres a couple of jokes for ya. BLONDES.

 

[Synnerman]

The following was sent to me and I like the message it brings. It is a long one but I believe you will enjoy it. I know I did.

Information Please
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box.

I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with
fascination when my mother would talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was
"Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know.
"Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement. I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but, there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger.

Upon finally arriving at the stairway, I remembered.... the "telephone"! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held the telephone to my ear.

"Information Please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear, "Information."

"I hurt my finger!" I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could.
"Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called
"Information Please" and told her the sad story.
She listened, then said the usual thing grown ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable.
I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and
bring joy to all families and end up feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,
"Paul, you must remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow, I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please".
"Information", said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell fix?'" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When
I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, new shiny phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood
conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half-an-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small clear voice I
knew so well. "Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause.
Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must be healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle.
A different voice answered "Information".
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said.
"Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up she said,
"Wait a minute. Are you Paul?"
"Yes"
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you
called. Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
"Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you
know they are always there."
~~~~~ ~~~~~

 

[Synnerman]

Its very quiet on here tonight .........But the suns out here. Heres a couple of jokes for ya. BLONDES.

Too cute, Lips. I am sending them to my blonde daughter so she will have a reason to slap me when she next visits.

In reality she likes blonde jokes as well as we do. She sends them to me because everybody sends them to her.

Past my bedtime, whatever that is. I finally feel tired enough for sleep.

Later, Syn

 

[lipscum]

RE : BOB NN

Too cute, Lips. I am sending them to my blonde daughter so she will have a reason to slap me when she next visits.

In reality she likes blonde jokes as well as we do. She sends them to me because everybody sends them to her.

Past my bedtime, whatever that is. I finally feel tired enough for sleep.

Later, Syn

I.ve just had an email from Bob he wants the floppy disc ani as an Av ,But i binned it weeks ago . He sent me it again as a zip but i cant open it .I cant find it on the thread.

 

[Pipebender]

RE : BOB NN

I.ve just had an email from Bob he wants the floppy disc ani as an Av ,But i binned it weeks ago . He sent me it again as a zip but i cant open it .I cant find it on the thread.

Lips or BobN.......

If you want, send it to me.......I will unzip it and send it back to Lips............

Pipebender1@aol.com

 

[Pipebender]

Synner.......Information

That story brought tears to my eyes the first time I read it....
About two years ago......
Brought um out again this time............

Thankx Synner....Great story !!!!!!!!!!

 

[lipscum]

TO: Bob NN

Heres your request, but i dont think its as good as the other two.

 

[Bob NN]

Re: TO: Bob NN

Heres your request, but i dont think its as good as the other two.

I know, I know, but I don't play those other things anymore. Incidentally I look just as fat in the computer one as the others, but it's more me.

Thanks so much for persevering, and next time I'll send pix in individual emails so they don't get zipped.

Bob