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Basic explanation:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrographics_(printing)
I could send you my ex-wifes coordinates.
Just put on your ruby slippers and click your heels together three times. See, no problem.
Sick puppy, but is it Kosher?
Gee thanks pal. #4 looks like my next project.
Scott, Westwood, McIIroy, Cabrera, Snedeker. 279
Thx!
Rob Ford supporter.
Point well made. Seems a lack of common courtesy is more the issue. I still worry about my daughter,now in her late 30's; however, she was brought up knowing that a simple phone call would save her a ton of grief as long as she was under my roof and when she and her hubby are in town staying with us she still calls if they're going to be late.
If I'm not mistaken, isn't the man part of the military?
When I was in the forces my father was of the firm belief that if I as well trained, could carry a weapon and knew how to use it, I was probably able to take care of myself.
Methinks the Derfette should get out more.
He is unique though.
I'm Canadian.
Point taken.
Not in particular; however, doesn’t it set a poor example when Professional athletes that are held up to children as role models participate in inappropriate behavior?
Just to drop my 2¢ into the bucket…..I’ve always thought that those individuals that insist on using racial slurs in the most part are of marginal intelligence and, by and large, are cowards who while surrounded by like individuals exhibit a bravado of safety in numbers, but when are confronted one on one by the target of the insult, quickly lose their attitude.
I'll get right on that.
Pssssssssttttt.....
Rumor has it that Urbie booked passage on the 'Mary Celeste' and is enjoying the cruise.
RoT
Catapult.
Oh beneficent and illustrious Kingpin, does this mean that I can finally come home?
Your humble servant in Tashkent.
ORt
For Rugby fans.....
The door opened and in walked the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on. 5'11'' tall, stunning blue eyes, silky blonde hair, an hourglass figure.
Barely covered by a tiny mini skirt and a flimsy cotton top. I could see she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly firm breasts were on show.
After watching her walk in I turned back to my beer. No sooner had I taken a sip when I turn to see her pulling another bar stool up close to me and sat down.
She said 'Hi', and I said 'Hi' in return. She asked how I was and took my hand and placed it on her perfect inner thigh, rubbing it up and down.
'So, does that make you feel good ?' she asked. 'I'll bet you feel good,' she continued. 'In fact, I'll bet you've never felt this good before.'
'Well, I have,' I corrected her. 'You see, when I was 17, I was picked to play for the school 1st. XV in the National School Finals in front of a crowd of about 3000 and I felt really good.'
I immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and I thought she would get up and go. But she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the front of hertop. Her nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my hand into her
pert, perfect breast. 'How do you feel now,' she purred.
'OK' I replied.
Again, she said, 'I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt THIS good before!'
Unbelievably I heard myself saying 'Well, actually I have. In that game, we were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the match. The Opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field, where I caught it. I ran up field, side-stepping past the first few defenders, handed off a couple of would-be tacklers, burst through a few forwards, chipped over their fullback, regathered and scored a try right under the posts with about 2 or 3 seconds 'til full time. We were still behind by one point, but I had a simple kick at goal to win the match.’
"Ahhh...." she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed, pulled my hand from under her top and thrust it down the front of her skirt. My fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton , and she was wet !
She whispered, 'Well tell me this, Mr. Rugby Man: Have you ever felt such a perfect c....?'
'I certainly have,' I answered, 'I missed the kick.'
Um, excuse me but you’re quoting McLuhan?
FWIW my father and Mr. M were quite the friends when I was growing up as they both taught at the same institution. Amidst the bluster and bafflegab of the higher academic there was only one memorable utterance that Mr. M ever made that has remained with me over these decades;
“I may be wrong, but I’m never in doubt.”
Screw the 'medium/message' crap.
I was going to throw my 2¢ in and lay the blame at the foot of the internet; However, ever since the dawn of common markets there have been ‘promoters’ whose sole motivation has been to relieve the sheeple of their shekels, the only difference today is the scope at which they operate.
My take on it would lean further towards unfortunate.
At this stage in the qame sex is just another German number.
Stay there twice a year usually when I'm in Fla. on business. The stadium is about 1/2 an hour away straight out Rte. 275 to 92/600 and you're there.
Try the Don CeSar, pricey but worth it.