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Pansy.

I'm wearin' my kilt this Sunday.

"4. I am so damned tired of the direspectful pricks here."

You have become what you detest.

Start wearing a kilt on a regular basis. It will put a whole 'nother meaning on that term for ya.

Seeings how my kin folk are Scots, the plaidie is no stranger to me. Gives new meaning to free range dangling nuts.

Or you could just not put on panties in the morning.

Ever been in such a hurry that you forgot your undies? It's unsettling<grin>!

So it's two words, eh?

Perhaps I should alter my inflection next time.

By the way, you and Bristoe are cracking me up.

Oh man, for such a case, ya gotta be carefule with a quick zip.

Doc's kilt comemnt is making me laugh, so I'll say what I was going to say in a different way.

I willingly admit to being disrespectful and belittling to the terminally disrespectful. People who are generally respectful rarely if ever receive this treatment from me.

501's for the undieless days.....buttons don't bite grin

Steelhead's, and others works speak for themselves, as do yours. You sir are not one bit better, and probably worse, as you sank the lowest.
If you can't see that, you sir, are the delusional one.
At least the others aren't self righteous about their statements.

Damn if I know if it's two words. That's just the way my mom taught me to write it, and damn if I didn't see it spelled the same way in a spy novel a few years ago.

Near as I can tell, inflection don't mean chit... you say it in about the same length of time you're gonna spend swallowing the shot of vodka that follows the words.. and after half a dozen iterations, nobody can PRONOUNCE inflection, let alone do it..

WOW! 76 pages of sand in the cooter. Quick, somebody tape their kid's eyelids up to make them look oriental and see if we can hit 100.

Sadly, I can attest to the truth of your words... which is why I'll be wearin' me kilt Sunday, as I haven't a pair of 501's to my name...

That there is an interesting numerological coincidence... one of my good buddies, 4 years divorced now, called me today that he has hit the "76" score mark, and is going for 100.

Coincidence... or, psychic phenomenon?

Whatever works fer ya, Scooter!

In my admittedly extensive experience, there's not much in this world that can't be fixed by puttin' on yer kilt, puttin' a flask of liquor in yer sporran, then venturing out afield with your dog and a good side-by-side.

Female (human) companionship on said expedition is highly recommended, as well, provided she's appropriately kilted as well.

I wouldn't know,...they all start speaking Russian after 3 shots anyway,... I just sit quietly except for an occasional interjection of a heart felt, "NASTROVIA!"

They pause,...give me a disgruntled look,..pour me a shot of Moskovkaya in my cut crystal shot glas,...then continue,...

Beats me what they're carryin' own about,..

This stocky babushka took the floor one evening and started testifyin' about somethin'.

I asked my wife for a translation,..and she told me that she was ranting because one of the uncles had been trying to poke her.

I just let it ride after that.

,...wasn't none o'*my* business.

I'm throwing the BS flag on that one...........

Well, when you talk about pricks and azzholes and kilts, it makes for a very funny mental picture.............