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  3. If anyone looks in today, I hope you have a nice holiday with family & friends. Stay safe & healthy. Remember....if you're lighting fireworks, hand sanitizer IS flammable.
  4. So. There it is. Too many notes, just take some out and it will be perfect.
  5. EDITED: I just thought it was funny, no particular political affiliation ever crossed my mind...
  6. Looters post. Ok, that was a stretch, MAYBE; but if I'm rolling up a newspaper, I'm going to use it.
  7. Which "D"? Even when I don't post anything political am I being called on improperly posting political stuff?
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  9. Kansan

    Political Humor

    During a dull DNC dinner, Mrs. Biden leaned over to chat with Chuck Schumer. "I bought Joe a parrot for his birthday. That bird is so smart, Joe has already taught him to say over two hundred words!" "Very impressive," said Chuck, "but, you do realize he just speaks the words. He doesn't really understand what they all mean." "Oh, I know", replied Mrs. Biden, "but neither does the parrot."
  10. Well then say something every now and again. Glad to hear you're regular.
  11. Hey Ace! I still around and old and regular!!
  12. Ok, D&K, no politics in the general or humor thread, take it to politics.
  13. Yes, it would be nice to spend the weekend at my Great Aunt's place, too. The the problem is that she's been dead for 30+ years and I don't know the people who own her house.
  14. It would be nice to get this going again but would probably never be the same without all the old regulars!
  15. I thought I was doing one thing and did another and didn't mean to create this post, but I can't delete it. So.... How about those Royals?
  16. Yes, man in car was a TalkBack thread that went national and caused the greater clamp down on posters. SEKChatter was born from that. The billboard post put Chatterville on the map and over 10,000 posts. That was the impetus for the first Chatterville Community Picnic. We thrived, bickered, loved and sparred. Mostly in fun, often in competition; just like a disfunctional, yet close and caring family. Now what do we have? Nada, zip-o, zilch. Well, except for you and I at the moment. I've tried to jump start this thing, Don and others have too. Much adoo for little return.
  17. Didn't this all begin as a break-off from the Morning Sun forum & everyone being monitored so heavily? Gosh, that was a long time ago!
  18. I noticed that. I miss the days of the vandalized billboard. Those were fun times. I think I still have a picture of that around here somewhere.
  19. But alas, there are no men living in cars (that's normal these days), or vandalised billboards on 69 north of Twisters. So many of the regulars are dead and the rest just bicker or post political garbage (leaning both left and right) or stay away completely. The joy and camaraderie of that happy, disfunctional community are but a memory. Did you notice that you're the only one to respond, Kansan??
  20. Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, she'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this, so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on his birthday and on the way home from work, his car broke down. Since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill affects before he got home. It was, after all, his birthday. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had 3 extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he putt-putted. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peak. At this point he was beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him. He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg and RRIIPPP !!! It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table were dead. With his blindfold still on, when he heard the phone farewells he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!!" To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.
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