Hiya Becca.
Has anyone contacted Talldub about this place?

wow, I wasn't on here for a few days and this place reminds of another place a long time ago. Before all of the tou changes.
Hiya everyone. Rick, you finally made it. I told you almost everyone was here. lol

Just like a Penguin in bondage Boy, oh yeah oh yeah!!!

Once upon a time there lived a woman in Brampton who had a maddening passion for baked beans. She loved them, but unfortunately they always gave her a very embarrassing, and somewhat lively reaction. When it became apparent that she and her boyfriend would marry she thought to herself, ''He is such a sweet and gentle man but I don't think he can live with my problems.'' So she decided to make the supreme sacrifice and give up beans.
A year later her car broke down on the way home from work. Since she lived in the country, she called her husband and told him she would be late because she had to walk home. On her way, she passed a small diner and the odor of the baked beans was more than she could stand. Since she still had miles to walk, she figured that she could walk off any ill effect by the time she reached home. So she stopped at the diner, and before she knew it she had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home she putt-putted.

Upon arriving home she felt reasonably sure she could control it. Her husband seemed excited to see her, exclaming delightedly, ''Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.'' He then blindfolded her then led her to a chair at the table. Just as he was about to remove the blindfold the phone rang. He made her promise not to touch the blindfold till he came back. Then he went to answer the phone.

The baked beans she had consumed were still affecting her and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so while her husband was out of the room she seized the opportunity, shifted the weight to one leg, and let it go. It was not only loud, but it smelt like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk coming froma pulp mill. She took a napkin and fanned the air around her vigorously. Then she shifted to the other cheek and ripped three more, which reminded her of cabbage cooking. Keeping her ears turned to the conversation in the other room, she went on like this for another ten minutes. When the phone farewells signed the end of her freedom, she fanned the air a few more times with the napkin, placed it on her lap and folded her hands upon it, smiling contently to herself, she was the picture of innocence when her husband returned. Apologizing for taking so long, he asked her if she peeked and she assured him that she had not. At this point, he removes the blindfold to reveal twelve dinner guests seated around the table to wish her a first Happy Anniversary

I think that it just takes time. I had my heart broken about 3 weeks ago by someone that I knew 3 months. I was kinda numb for a couple of weeks and slowly things are getting better.
Good luck and cheer up.
It does help to meet someone new but I think it takes time for your heart to be ready to open up to someone new.

Cool, thanks SKPCG & Littleredhen

is the link working?

Enjoy!


http://www.greatdanepro.com/Blue%20Bueaty/index.htm

A little old lady had always wanted to join a local biker club. One day she
goes up and knocks on the door.

A big, hairy, bearded biker with tattoo's all over his arms answers. She
proclaims, "I want to join your club." The guy was amused, but says she
needs to meet certain biker requirements in order to join. The biker asks;
"Do you have a motorcycle? The little old lady replies "Yep ... my bike's
parked over there", and points to a flamed black Harley chopper in the
driveway.

The biker asks, "Do you drink?" The little old lady replies, "Yep, drink
like a fish. I'll drink any man in your club under the table."

The biker asks, "Do you smoke?" The little old lady replies, "Yep...smoke
like a chimney. At least 4 packs of cigarettes and three joints a day and a
couple of cigars in the evening, while I'm shooting pool."

The biker is very impressed and asks, "Last question, have you ever been
picked up by the fuzz?" The little old lady thinks for a minute and says,
"Nope, but I've been swung around by my nipples a few times."

I get Costco's House Blend (roasted by Starbucks)
It's sold as a 2 lb bag of beans for just under $10 I take mine with one tsp of sugar and a little milk, not cream

Yea Judy, you are right about that. I joined about 10 months ago but between work, play and the other site that I was on never stuck around. Now that the other site has become a ghost town thought that I'd come look for some old friends and hopefully make some new friends here.
I'm glad to be here now.

Hiya Dan, good to see you here.

A bus full of nuns plummets off a cliff. They all die.
The nuns are admitted to heaven through a special gate and
Are expected to make one last confession before they become
Angels.

Several nuns are lined up at this gate waiting to be
absolved of their last sins before they are made holy.

“And so, “ says St. Peter,” have you ever had any contact
with a penis?”

“Well, “ says the first nun in line, “ I did once just touch
the tip of one with the tip of my finger.”

“OK” says St. Peter, “Dip your finger in the holy water and
pass on into heaven.”

The next nun admits that “Well, yes, I did once get carried
away and I, you know, sort of massaged one a bit.”

“OK” says St. Peter, “Rinse your hand in the holy water and
pass on into heaven.”

Suddenly there is some jostling in the line and one of the
Nuns is trying to cut in front.

“ Well, now, what’s going on here?” says St. Peter.

“Well, your holiness,” says the nun who is trying to improve
her position in line, “ If I’m going to have to gargle that stuff,
I want to do it before Sister Mary sticks her ass in it!”

I grew up in NY and then lived in Phila for 19-20 years, am back in New York now. I've never really watched the Jets but I look forward to watching them now that Brett is at QB.

Hiya Jack,
good to see you here.

Hi,
I liked your profile, it was creative and fun.
Good luck finding whatever you are looking for.

thanks for posting that. I've always loved that joke

IF THIS STORY DOESN'T MAKE YOU CRY FOR LAUGHING SO HARD, LET ME KNOW
AND I'LL PRAY FOR YOU.

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A COUPLE WHO HAD BEEN HAPPILY MARRIED FOR YEARS.

THE ONLY FRICTION IN THEIR MARRIAGE WAS THE HUSBAND'S HABIT OF FARTING
LOUDLY EVERY MORNING WHEN HE AWOKE. THE NOISE WOULD WAKE HIS WIFE AND
THE SMELL WOULD MAKE HER EYES WATER AND MAKE HER GASP FOR AIR.

EVERY MORNING SHE WOULD PLEAD WITH HIM TO STOP RIPPING THEM OFF
BECAUSE IT WAS MAKING HER SICK. HE TOLD HER HE COULDN'T STOP IT AND THAT IT WAS PERFECTLY NATURAL. SHE TOLD HIM TO SEE A DOCTOR, SHE WAS CONCERNED
THAT ONE DAY HE WOULD BLOW HIS GUTS OUT.

THE YEARS WENT BY AND HE CONTINUED TO RIP THEM OUT. THEN ONE
THANKSGIVING MORNING AS SHE WAS PREPARING THE TURKEY FOR DINNER AND HE WAS UPSTAIRS SOUND ASLEEP, SHE LOOKED AT THE INNARDS AND NECK, GIZZARD, LIVER AND ALL THE SPARE PARTS AND A MALICIOUS THOUGHT CAME TO HER.

SHE TOOK THE BOWL AND WENT UPSTAIRS WHERE HER HUSBAND WAS SOUND ASLEEP AND,

GENTLY PULLING THE BED COVERS BACK,. SHE PULLED BACK THE ELASTIC
WAISTBAND OF HIS UNDERPANTS AND EMPTIED THE BOWL OF TURKEY GUTS INTO
HIS SHORTS.

SOME TIME LATER SHE HEARD HER HUSBAND WAKEN WITH HIS USUAL TRUMPETING
WHICH

WAS FOLLOWED BY A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM AND THE SOUND OF FRANTIC
FOOTSTEPS AS HE RAN INTO THE BATH ROOM. THE WIFE COULD HARDLY CONTROL

HERSELF AS SHE ROLLED ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING, TEARS IN HER EYES! AFTER

YEARS OF TORTURE SHE RECKONED SHE HAD GOT HIM BACK PRETTY GOOD..

ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES LATER, HER HUSBAND CAME DOWNSTAIRS IN HIS
BLOODSTAINED UNDERPANTS WITH A LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE.
SHE BIT HER LIP AS SHE ASKED HIM WHAT WAS THE MATTER.

HE SAID, "HONEY YOU WERE RIGHT." "ALL THESE YEARS YOU HAVE WARNED ME
AND I
DIDN'T LISTEN TO YOU".

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" ASKED HIS WIFE.

"WELL, YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT ONE DAY I WOULD END UP FARTING MY GUTS
OUT, AND TODAY IT FINALLY HAPPENED."

BUT BY THE GRACE OF GOD, SOME VASELINE AND TWO FINGERS. I THINK I
GOT MOST OF THEM BACK IN."

This is a great example of "Did I say that out loud?" This actually happened
at Harvard University in October last year.



In a biology class, The professor was discussing the high glucose levels found in semen which gives
the sperm all the energy for their journey.

A female freshman raised her hand and asked, "If I understand, you're saying
there Is a lot of glucose, as in sugar, in semen?"

"That's correct," responded the professor, going on to add statistical info.


Raising her hand again, she asked, Then why doesn't it taste sweet?"
After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing. The poor
girl's face turned bright red, and as she realized exactly what she had
inadvertently said (or rather implied) she picked up her books without a
word and walked out of class. However, as she was going out the door, the
professor's reply was classic.

Totally straight-faced, he answered her question, It doesn't taste sweet
because the taste buds for sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and not
the back of your throat. Have a good day."

Thanks everyone, hopefully I'll get to spend some more time on here in the coming weeks and months.