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That's a tough one, can't decide between getting married or having kids.

Psalm 69. #Sizzle

Amazingly Schralpy

7.83 seconds at 194 mph in the quarter mile. 158 mph on radar on the Virginia Beach Expressway in my street car (controlled condition closed to public road) 65 wins in 67 rounds 1973 driving a bracket car.

...this @SuzieQ dating business promises to finally fill the void that was created in my life when they took Peyton Place off the air.

RG will do that for me without having me leave my house... And I do not have to pay him for it

As you can see from the picture, when a man becomes grossly overweight he begins to have problems with his dinghy.

Did you get to meet Whistler's mother?

And it appears those magnificent legs go all the way up.

Returning after a long lay off and a few injuries. I don't want to hurt any thing, I have a tendency to over do

A regular MX5 is fast enough to get me into trouble. But this one has mods that give it about 100 HP extra. Pay backs are hell for all the times my son thrashed my cars during his teenage years.

...so he's going on my list of wankers, right next to @charlie burgh

"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old." View the full article

Rode a wheelie on my 2004 honda cbr1000 across the Gandy bridge. Picked the front up at about 70 and with some delicate rear brake work rode it the whole way, around 3 miles, while going in between the lanes and cars. One time we also made the Miami to tampa run, a big group of us, in under 2 hours. That was 290 miles splitting cars and never really going under 140 the whole way. Through gator alley I had the bike pegged at 197 almost the whole 80 miles. Only let off a little bit at the old toll gates. These might be more on a level with stupidity in motion than stunts per se...

Awesome actor!

Not a snowball's chance. I like it here. While there's certain cars I won't bother with anymore and some things I won't do I'm still looking for new toys. They are what keep me young.

If it is over $100,000,000 I'll buy two tickets. Two tickets doubles my chances of not winning.

Besides, I'm still bitter over the whole "The lottery is for education!" lie. A bazillion dollars disappears into the General Fund.....and schools have to go begging.

6'4". 49" legs

I have to give it to you....such courage. The G-string is likely to disappear and I don't want to think about how you get it back.

Pffffffffft. I plan on giving the world a serene sight by bending over and touching my toes buddy.

67.6 miles @ 15.7 rolling ave on the club ride

Yes he does... and Clara reminds me of a nice girl you could bring home to mom

haha - well, it's also complicated - there was always a mutual attraction but the timing always off - I was married, he had a casual girlfriend, I'm single, he has a serious girlfriend who lives with him.

No. A few times I've gotten scratch off cards as a gift from a friend, but there are so many different games and different rules for the lottery, I'm not even sure I'd know how to figure out if I won. And I'd hate to have to bring them back to the store just to have the clerk keep telling me I'm a loser.

The first time I parallel parked in J-burg, my boss asked me how I did so well. I LOLed, said we had a bunch of one-way streets in my college town.

WOW.....I hung around 2 married guys this weekend ...we hiked..and one of them has been making me breakfast...but it ain't the same.. I am not so sure about soul mate in 3 dates...did you feel that? If not I would keep an eye on that situation....

"The lottery: a tax on people who are bad at math"

Everybody is.

My first brand new car, special ordered and delivered on 20 May, 1968. 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner. 383 c.i., 335 hp. Sticker price 3,500, purchased for 3,000. Sold in non-running condition (due to some minor incomplete restoration work) in 2010 for 15K. Car was subsequently restored and sold to a collector in South Carolina for probably around 30K.

...Chrysler products were mostly pretty solid up until the early 70's . The 225 slant 6 engine had a reputation for endurance, simplicity, and generally being bomb proof. 383 8 was also a solid workhorse engine.If you lived anywhere where they salt the roads, there were some body rot issues. And in the late 60's there were plenty of motorheads who were tweaking Chrysler production Hemi's. When I was driving cabs in D.C in the early 70's, most of the rental fleet was Plymouth Fury or similar with 3 or 400,000 miles on them. If you were there, you would know this. They were mostly not glamorous, but they got the job done.

We as in Wisconsinites, nothing more.

I'm not, but I leave you to your own perception of reality such as it is.

Move to Florida! Your welcome. Or better yet, Aridzona, Bridges in Europe are mostly galvanized, as opposed to the US where a heavy prederence for low initial cost often causes them not to be. And galvanizing makes a huge difference.

Maybe he was just trying to get her phone number.

It was only breakfast.

I care. I'm pulling for the Seahags.

Who really cares.. I do know the Browns won

I might live in WI, But i'm not a Packer's fan

I would be confused dating more than one person. But then I am sort of a moran.

he was the private dick that's the sex machine for all the chicks

I'm happy not to be on the singles scene anymore.

can even be done on a bike!

Oh, please. Oxygen is O2. Sulfuric acid is H2SO4. Water is H20. The impurities and/or other dissolve substances give water the variations in its taste much the same as they do for salt. There's no need to get esoteric about it. Salt is still NaCl.

A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, and not the original books. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there was an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies. The head monk says, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what’s wrong. “The word is celebrate,” says the old monk.