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He must of got lost, and crashed within 200 miles of a place with gas these days. If he is that far off from known activity this also explains why it has sat there all this time undisturbed. Well so much for that.

You! Dirty Dirty Bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nice! I bet it recently exposed itself due to wind shifts or something. Also bet the pilot never made it home. It would be an interesting moment finding something like that wouldn't it?

Brando all you need is a valid key from any old XP machine that hasn't been up and running in the last year or so. It will update and Bill won't even realize it's a different machine. I read awhile back that Bill had to purge his details due to the space it was taking, and since its an obsolete OS as far as he is concerned really, I'm positive it will work. I've seen it done. I know a guy that bought an old PC from a flea market only because it had the OEM Win XP tag on it, for 5 bucks, and loaded it on his new build.

Thanks, great link too.

That and then become your greatest Allie to boot. George had FTW all the way. He was good enough I named a dog after him LOL

Yeh I thought they might be some sort of race car, I could tell it was a car for sure.

I wonder if they were packed in cosmolean <spelling? I sort of doubt it since they were intended to be placed right into service. 40 feet would probably stop most oxygen, but not water seep I don't think. Were RAP shipping them in wooden crates, or steel?

Hey Mick I like it, but on another note. I'm not sure whats in those two shadow boxes above your Cockpit. But I'd change them over like this, so they make a V for Victory and they will also compliment the JO logo's shape, on your Top Gun Trophy. Sorry for quality just read this before bed and rushed the botched Photo shopping.

Yes, how do we sign up as labor for this job. A cot, meals, and Booze is all I'll require. And a big lunch box so I can bring out one Johnny Cash style One piece at a time.

Well that's 11 minutes of my life I'm glad to of used. Very nice vid.

I like it! I too only do it with 10x50 binoculars. I've tried a few times, to get a moon eclipse with a camcorder, but its impossible to get any quality with out the tracking motors. I had no idea you could get those kind of shots with your camera though. Just one more reason to save the funds for one.

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Keep the pure breed, and kick out the mutt

Behind my boat smart asses But a slope could be fun too!

There is no way I'd let go of him! He reminds me of an English setter we had when I was a kid.

Its all I ever wanted, almost. I want 1000 acres, with timber and fields, with a 100 acre lake. Timber and field for the critters and room for an airstrip, and a little livestock. Lake for Fishing, swimming, skiing etc. And an address so Fedex and UPS can bring me more toys, and none perishables.

LOL and I picked the winner right, without correct info. I was just thinking of historical facts of Cubic Inch Bla bla. But after watching it till the end I see why it was worth sharing

As long as idiots are allowed to spawn its, inevitable that they will bring forth more. ;-)

If I sent you a dime could you pen me a rhyme? perhaps for a dollar One to make dogz holla' I'll spot ya buck For a ride in the ya truck We'll be drinking our beers Shifting the gears And showing our rears While tossing our cans At oncoming vans Just to say, who gives a damm

Silly Girl, they think they know every thing.

Sorry Arthur, I've even added a couple of lines since you read it too. I could add so much more about Jim as you know, but I need to quit before I break it. LOL

LOL

Guys I have no idea where these are coming from. It started about 5 days ago, when I decided to try and write lyrics for original songs, Since then every time I let my mind do mundain things like sleep, mowing the lawn (<---this one this morning doing just that) even interstate driving. I start getting lines to poems or lryics to songs. The poems are like interludeds to my main goal. I hope the one above doesn't sadden your hearts too much. Is it because I've reach a level of lonleyness with my wife being gone. Or a Tumor pressissing on a creative spot in my noggin? Who knows but I'm sure enjoying it. I wish I understood music score better and could turn my words to melodies. In time I hope. Like this one just came to me while typing. I need a fellow friend of mine willing to put in overtime leeding words of ryme into song that beats on time

"Patriarch" It was Jim our Patriarch The one who started our silly Lark Collecting Dogz that foolish bark He gathered us from foreign lands To form a pack that ever stands A man From Scottland so was he A township there name Blairgowie Upon this name his nick would be Don't forget it you and me If not for Jim our pack would be Scattered out and lost at sea He rallied Friends and even Foe To watch them all come and go Hello Laddies want to play I'll host a session, for you today He Mastered flying on the run Dropping bombs instead of gun He concurred worldly things, do tell Piling Money in a wishing well Making life, no living hell Jim Tamed the land and it lakes Built a home from wooden stakes There he leaves a legacy of churned up dirt and fallen tree Who had Jim dig the moss His wife Helen she's the Boss Then one day He met a Foe A mastered one, He could not throw He fought him hard day and night Jim and Cancer put on a fight The Dogz are family next to kin But the battle raged within Taking down our beloved Freind Don't be sad my fellow lads Jim is always, our virtual Dad © Todd Allen Long 2012