Lets Paint The Kettle Black (2) Do You Have A Bitch ? Put On Your Rubbers And Wade In.

I thought Gerry liked the fiery redeyed toms from hell. LOL

 

200 cats sounds like hell, or a shooting range.

 

lets see, 200 cats, @ nine lives each = 1800 shots, which means you'll end up on a watch list somewhere after purchasing that much ammo. Are we trying to get Gerry locked up? Let's get him a nuclear powered exploding litter box, a genuine weapon of messy destruction, (WMD)

 

or with a shotgun, in a tight enclosed space, about 6 rounds! lol

 

Just stick nitroglycerine in their Whiskas.

 

What's this, an evil competition?

 

What ever happened to Ms Kitty or whatever her name was?? She might get offended by this sudden attack on the feline part of society. LOL. gerry1 you feel the "love" going on here?? Trying to set you up with 200+ PUSSYs then "187" all of them before you get one. LOL.

And sammorris it does seem that they have taken a page from Dr. Evil's henchman handbook. LOL. NG in the kitty food just isn't right. Exploding farting pussys. EEEEeeewwwwww!!!!!

I will PART after that comment.

...gm

edit: fat mistyping fingers!!!!!

 

I should have parted after my first!

 

passing through i decided to drop this off,as why none of ye did not buy this place.....
meaning after seeing this ye will kick ye self in the arse..

AND HAD A REAL BITCH.

A New York man retired. He wanted to use his retirement money wisely, so
it would last, and decided to buy a home and a few acres in Portugal.

The modest farmhouse had been vacant for 15 years; the owner and wife
both had died, and there were no heirs.

The house was sold to pay taxes.

There had been several lookers, but the large barn had steel doors, and
they had
been welded shut. Nobody wanted to go to the extra expense to see what
was in
the barn, and it wasn't complimentary to the property anyway......so,
nobody
made an offer on the place.


The NY guy bought it at just over half of the property's worth, moved in,
and
set about to tear in to the barn.......curiosity was killing him.

So, he and his wife bought a generator, and a couple of
grinders.......and cut
thru the welds.

What was in the barn...............?


Go to; www.intuh.net/barnfinds/afa70.htm
and start wishing you had bought the place.

http://www.intuh.net/barnfinds/afa70.htm

per john c
CHEERS

 

Holy dog doo! That's AWESOME!

 

ireland nice to see you add something.

That's a real find and there are more out there I'm sure. I would guess the guy could sell 2-5 cars (depending on the cars) and re-coup his money. There has to be millions of dollars worth of cars in that barn. WOW!!!! is all I can say. Cool stuff there ireland.

....gm

 

last post of the day..(here)
today i turned older then dirt,



cheers

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing the lawn,

putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are
hot and sweaty, covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on.
You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old t-shirt with a
stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you
need to run to Home Depot to get something to help complete the job.
Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20's:

Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush
your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror
and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you
just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went
to school with the pretty girl running the register.

In your 30's:

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You
married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb
your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your
favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is
the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

In your 40's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the
hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash
your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want
to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and
do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register
is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto
your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new
sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that
shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register
smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you
remember the hat you have on is from your buddy's bait shop and it says, "I
Got Worms".

In your 60's:

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose off the dog crap
off your shoe s. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. You
hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The
girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on so
you are not sure.

In your 70's:

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until they have your
prescriptions ready too. Don't' even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The
young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her
grandfather.

In your 80's:

Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember that
you needed to go to Home Depot. Go to Home Depot and wander around trying to
think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone
called out your name. The old lady that greeted you at the front door went
to school with you.

 

Most places, a couple of the little antique Porsches would cover the mortgage. Maybe just one. Those old American classics are worth a mint. If all the cars cleaned up okay, the guy is a multi-millionaire or could be if the vehicles are brokered properly. Must be nice...
My bitch!
I don't seem to be able to find the right barn. All the ones I find are full of manure.

 

My only question is, are the cars stolen and not going to be worth much if identified? That would be a real Bitch. Shame the site didn't give an estimate of cache's worth.

 

What's the statute of limitations on auto theft in Portugal? It would be intersting to see an appraised value.

 

Did they relase the adress of this portugal barn?

 

Why am I disappointed to hear that? It was something to get mad about to start with?
Damn the human mind.



Ireland: Lol everything in that is so true.

 

My bitch: I'm stuck in this second day of the most boring bullsh$$ imaginable.

For a bit of a chuckle: They changed the location fo my training this week. I'm at a place called "Arcadia University". For the last 150 years, the name of this place was "Beaver College". Three or four years ago, they changed the name of the college due to porn filters on people's computers. "Beaver College" was too often blocked by the porn filters and too many would be students were blocked from the college's web site LOL!

 

Lol, Nice Beaver! (college)