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Well, Flutterbies...

I am taking a shot at a legit site where there is actual chat, people can exchange Skype call signs, email addresses...and actually video chat..with a real person.
The problem I see here...is that I am soooo reminded of those scenes in sci-fi movies where guy/gal sits in a room in front of a computer...texting, texting, texting...and that is safe because there is no face to face, no personal exchanges...simply letters on a screen that mean, what? Those textings become more of Life for the User...than the real thing....because it is so...safe. You know the kinda scenes I mean?

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Ah, Flutterbies...

I see you are somewhat familiar with the Ancient Greek mythology? Well, Flutterbies...that would be where you find the source of the Alcmaeonids...a powerful and wealthy family over many generations in Ancient Greece. They took the Alcmaeon name from one of the older Greek Gods... professor
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Y'all gotta learn proper-spoke English!

Ah mean...high-hootie, people. Mah language skills are maybe fair-to-middlin' but Ah cain't be that hard to understand? Guess there be too damn many Yankees 'round hyah... professor rolling on the floor laughing
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Uh...This one I do not get...at all...

See? Shocked right into proper English. Okay... now those of you who have been in the military will understand what I am about to ask.
Why in God's name would someone choose "Fubar1" as a nickname?
Really? FUBAR? I mean, why not SNAFU? confused
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According to these Ladies....

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Seriously...wouldn't you start drinking on a regular basis?
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Oops...forgot...

Was gonna hang around here for a bit...but Ah forgot mah hipwaders..cool
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Really, people?

Okay...we are on a site that is supposed to be for meeting people. In my world view, that generally means communication...and not with a bunch of emoticons and some quick yada yada yada.
So, I guess it is me. I am not much for blogging...done more here than in all my years on computers...
But it appears that people are content to simply blog. Nothing more. Just yada yada yada. rolling on the floor laughing banana cheers
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Gosh! That was easy!

I posted up the Blind Cowboy joke and what-da-ya know? I got great big ads promising to introduce me to "Hot Ukrainian Women"... for FREE! Sheesh...if only I'd known it was that easy.... confused laugh
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Driver Tips....

Well, old friend...you have to bear in mind how rules of the road pertain in Mexico...
Some examples...

A Pedestrian only has the right-of-way in his own living room.

Whenever it is near-certain death to attempt passing...swing your vehicle out into the middle of the road at the last possible second...forcing oncoming traffic to abandon the tarmac...or gravel and dirt ...and detour through the nearest field or drainage ditch.

If your small flatbed truck will only accommodate 25 people hanging on to the rear of the truck...then you should board 35 while making certain your small statue of a Bobble Head Virgin Mary is secured to your dashboard. When passing...see above.

Contrary to usual the custom found in America...Mexican ranches where cattle are bred and raised...NEVER have fences to keep livestock off the highways...and these cattle love coming onto the road...at midnight... to play chicken with speeding vehicles. These cattle also like to hide behind bushes and then leap out at the last moment bellowing "Boo-Moooo."
Hitting one of these big cattle will result in numerous citations from Mexican Police...as well as substantial damages to pay for the dead beef. That is provided you survive the collision. This dead beef the ranchers have already butchered to be sent to market before the police and medical people arrive...leaving only smears on the pavement. Witness statements are taken from cattle witnesses..and your goose is cooked.

Never buy gasoline or diesel at a rural station without insisting on a bucket so you can "fire test" your fuel to make sure it isn't doctored kerosene...much cheaper than gas or diesel. However this fuel will usually give your vehicle a severe seizure further on down the road...right in front of Manny's Auto Repair Shop... Manny is usually a cousin or in-law of the man who owns the gas station. Big Surprise.

Now, I realize that most all of the above is probably not Politically Correct. I don't really give a... Anyway...did I say Mexico? I meant to say Latin America.
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The Knight, Retired.

The Knight, Retired.

The Call To Arms:

"Oh Husband! I have need of Thy services!"

"Yes, M'Lady," he replies, filled with passion.
"Has some Varlet slurred Thee? I will cleave him
pate to knee! What?! A Dragon?! A hundred I
will slay Thee...before Sup, I pledge! Oceans to cross?
I am Thine to command, M'Lady! Nay! Not even
mountains can stand in my way!"

"Be still, foolish man! 'Tis only the trash!"

"Oh...wounded I am to the quick!! Reduced to
kitchen Knave! Ah...the clash of arms...to slay and maim!
To suffer the gloried and grievous wound for King and..."

"Hush! See to the trash or I will remove your weapon! Then
see how you like your grievous wound!!"
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Best not read this if you are a Blond :})

Subject: All Girl Biker Bar

I Think this Cowboy ended up in trouble!

An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.
He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels..
After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, 'Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?'
The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.
In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,

'Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.

3.. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate.

4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter.

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy. Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?'
The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters,
'No...not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times.'

Don't hate me...Ah am only the old blind messenger...

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Cowboy at the Pearly Gates!

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?' St. Peter asked.

'Well, I can think of one thing in particular,' the cowboy offered.
'On a trip to the Big Horn Mountains out in Wyoming above Sheridan, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening this nice looking young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground. I yelled, 'Now, back off you sons-a-bitches or I'll kick the shit out of all of you!'

St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'

'Bout ten minutes ago.'
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