I dont know creamed beef is trying really hard. He has fortitude for sure. Hes endured without becoming violent or crappy. That gets a thumbs up in my book.
BabyRider wrote: Those being the operative words. Not mine.
Us bikers are skeptical and suspicious. So sue me. A simple request, that I'm hoping you'll respect. :-6
A request not to string those 3 words together......uh sure, kinda silly but no problem. And I would never presume to speak on your or anyone elses behalf. Its all I can do to think for myself.
"Ignore list" and "worn out list." There's a difference. I say we keep both.
"Drinking the Kool-Aid" (and related usage) - We get the Jim Jones analogy. That was decades ago. Get something new. Stop disrespecting the original Kool-Aid pitcher and Kool-Aid man.
"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win" - Mahatma Gandhi
"Yo Moma" I'm not your momma thank God, so stop saying that..
ALOHA!!
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
CARLA wrote: "Yo Moma" I'm not your momma thank God, so stop saying that..
Speaking of momma's... no offense ladies but -
"Soccer Mom's" - There are no "Football Dad's," no "Basketball Father's," and no "Baseball Daddy's." There's plenty of room with mom, momma, mother and ma. Give it a rest, please. Respect the original titles, first.
"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win" - Mahatma Gandhi
Watch it Chipt.. I was the Soccer Mom, Soccer Aunt and now the Soccer Granny.. Your right it is worn out..
[QUOTE]"Soccer Mom's" - There are no "Football Dad's," no "Basketball Father's," and no "Baseball Daddy's." There's plenty of room with mom, momma, mother and ma. Give it a rest, please. Respect the original titles, first.[/QUOTE]
ALOHA!!
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
SnoozeControl wrote: That Kool-Aid pitcher man sort of scared me when I was little. I wasn't crazy about the Planter's Peanut guy either.:-2
I always thought the "Michelin (?) Man" made of white tires was kind of spooky. It's funny what scares you as a kid.