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Hey, Konk!

What; like I said something nice about them?

Churchill also had:

Offended Lady at Table: "Sir you are drunk!"

Churchill: "Yes, madam, but you are ugly, and tomorrow morning I will be sober, but you will still be ugly."

Of course, Churchill was no looker himself.  But it makes you wonder how many women he must have treated rudely at how many dinners for a man so stupid to have come up with two such great zingers...

Good to see you, mate.

What, ya didn't get the boxed set?

Fabio Fabio....you mean that Fabio.

My favorite Fabio quote (yeah, I have a quote)...

After he did a "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" commercial he was asked "what was underneath his loincloth (that he wore for the commercial)...

He said (wait for it) "I leave it to your fantasy."

Oh, you Fabio....

That Churchill quote is said by  WC Fields at the end of 'The Bank Dick'. Who stole from whom I wonder? Or was this a common joke of the time? Ahhh, Scotti Brothers....somehow doesn't have the ring of 'Warner Brothers'.

If you were trying to turn me into a hot sexy man lover, you failed...

I know what I'm NOT playing as mood music with me and the wifey later tonight, what the fook were these bastards thinking, even at a marketing aspect, that was horrible, unless of course there was a big set of hooters on the cover, but even then, you can't miss the title of Fabio ->

Z-har -> what kind of magazines are delivered to your residence, just curious, no punch line coming, just really gotta know?

ANNIE -> in answer to the question, "under my loincloth is a terribly shrunken shriveled skin colored prune, but I'll leave that to your fantasy..." Nasty bastard that Fabio!

TD - Now that's a mental image that I'm not taking home to the hubby later.

yeah, sorry bout that -> I shouldn't have said that ->

-> I had to allow my grandfather to do some work around the house, he had a couple heart attacks, not supposed to do any work, but as soon as my mom and dad roll out, he's pulling out a ladder to clean the rain gutters...I can't not help him, ya know?

So I'm holding the ladder, watching my son ride his bike, when I hear a call from above, "Hey Joe, look at this." and I peered up to see a pair of old man balls hanging out the bottom of his shorts, and though this was not in fact what he wanted me to look at, it is none-the-less what I did see, about 10" above my head swinging freely. What he really wanted me to see, I'll never know...

And I'm sad to say, that during the past few weeks since the 'incident', I am going about my business when all of a sudden those balls just pop in my head, and I scream, "NO! NO! NO!" and wonder what in the hell is wrong with me, I have had success in removing this mental movie of a pendulum-like sack, but the intitial shock is overwhelming...I am laughing uncontrollably while typing this, and I'm sorry to go so tangent all of a sudden, but it's what I do best, I hope at least one person will get a good laugh...

Isn't there a rule about going commando...some agreed upon "thing" that is supposed to stop this from happening.

Have to say...I didn't know where you were going with the story...but I am glad you got there.  I was laughing when I read it.

thanks thanks -> I too was laughing, but I am the suffering soul who has to deal with the random appearance of old balls in my minds eye ->

the rule of commando, although VERY relevant, is iliminated when you realize that my 82 year old grandad does not dress with baggy pants as young Tyler, he wears the ones that pull up if he lifts his leg...it's one thing to be in your bedroom at 11:30 at night, and put your foot up on the bed to tie your shoe so you can run outside really quick in your boxers, and your sack cleavage hangs out a minute or two, but in front of the whole neighborhoos in braod daylight? c'mon people, we need legislation, I don't care if he's old and senile! I have rights damnit!