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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

Oink! I'm an escaped Blitzpig, those of us lucky enough to do that landed out and about. The rest were slaughtered the sty is still there, but no one dares go near. Been cocking my leg ever sense.

ROFLMAO

Ah both Fish are served today? Well happy Tartar on the side then boys.

Holy shit guys my phone has exploded due to the increase of calls since the posting of this in the Inter webby thingy. Now I really have no time to fly!!!!!!!!!!!!

I for one would personally place you on the rack before all and gutt you right then an there, for turning any of the assembled WW2 crates into a simpit. But if we could find one that was apart from the rest of the machine then yes I would be game on converting it into a simpit. These Jets well their for Nancy's anyway.

Yeh, the waitress was pretty persuasive, it ain't the first time I've regretted listening to a woman LOL

Ok So I got a chance to stop by there today. I had their special fish Taco's Pretty bland I won't get that again. Fairly expensive also for the meal and a glass of tea cost me a little over $18.00 US. No Spitfire!!!

Fenrir has one, its just never gotten finished for whatever reason. Work, playing real gigs, flying you name it. To those involved incase your up to messing with it and lost the PM link here it is again. http://dangerdogz.com/forums/index.php?app=members&module=messaging&section=view&do=showConversation&topicID=11576

Ditto on the MS FFB suggestion.

PEB = jabo reading his "Penile Enlargment Brochure" while drinking and typing Welcome to the Pound Will!

Yeh, when I get confused I'll start talking with an Aussie accent hehehe

When I get there I'll take a pic of the menu also for you guys. I won't have time till next week probably though.

A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. she said: "Stay out of those," "They're for the funeral!"

LOL I was just hoping th dish was called "In the Hole" with mashed Potatoe's I'll get em all over an extended amount of time. But, hey now you can visit, and feel at home here, beyond my hospitality.

I'm going to go check it out in the next few days. Got any dish/beer you think I should try? http://ozarksfirst.c...t?nxd_id=605912

ROFLMAO With all these Top Guns in our mist, how it, that there are any other Online Squadrons left anymore? Will we ever attain world Dominence? hehehehe

So did ya get any choclate guys? Did you get her any? Na me neither. But I did do this http://www.youtube.c...bed/VzK3wla7TjU Haven't figured out how to embed a video yet on this new software.

Dam there goes my Beer Money LOL If it falls through let me know again. I just now got a chance to check the forum since we talked the otherday.

Every year they figure out more crazy ways to battle them. They are flat taking over the water ways. I'd like to take out a pontton and shotguns myself. Skeet Fishing.

Happy B-Day Boys!

Hmm, it must of been in the water huh Painless? We were just talking about this sort of thing a few weeks ago. Adding it into a tribute to BG is a great Idea.

Nice! I was able to veiw both over here in the Colonies.