They sure wuz good - dang - well sorry i didn't send your plate back yet - well get on it this week - got a shirt i won at the BEC uhm send'n ya - u kin wear it when u pick'n berries soas u doan get skritched up - dang
gues we ain't go'n ta belas :smiley_cry: - woan mention it no morez
dag gone it geezer quit that belly aching...save ta plate...I'll see ya soon bud. did ya let momma have any?
Why Geezer etin' all the piez:smiley_cheerleader::smiley_bagonhead::smiley_cooking::smiley_badmood::smiley_chuck::smiley_cowboy:
(and look what the cat dragged in...)
Good Afternoon Geezer and Friends!
I'm feelen all warm and fuzzy here.
Morning Cuzin Geezer and the rest of you Rebels!
Man I had another post removed over at dat old place, all I said was I thought a "Private Message" was private. Must have been the CIA or Obama watching over me.
Dang.
Glad to be here boys, thanks for letting me know other wise I would have been some where else talking to myself. Now I need Dannmann over here.
Can I use his name on another page??? :smiley_devil:
Ahem...
An encore...."The Ballad of Riverdude"
Little Jeffie was such a good lad,
Spent his days laboring on the pad,
those riggers they would drill and drill,
of samples he would get his fill....
Thru the nite and thru the day,
them rigger boys were makin' hay,
and sample quality Jeffie would plot,
and seldom get to see his cot.
His work, it seems, it never ends,
When will Jeffie see his friends?
Logging samples and watching the walls,
Stuck in the trailer, scratching his...itches.
Verse 2....
Jeffie went home to see all his pals,
and maybe try to round up one of his gals...
but lost both his blackbook and formidable Rolodex,
alas, spent his time with his lotion and Kleenex.
To be continued.....
Ahem...
An encore...."The Ballad of Riverdude"
Little Jeffie was such a good lad,
Spent his days laboring on the pad,
those riggers they would drill and drill,
of samples he would get his fill....
Thru the nite and thru the day,
them rigger boys were makin' hay,
and sample quality Jeffie would plot,
and seldom get to see his cot.
His work, it seems, it never ends,
When will Jeffie see his friends?
Logging samples and watching the walls,
Stuck in the trailer, scratching his...itches.
Verse 2....
Jeffie went home to see all his pals,
and maybe try to round up one of his gals...
but lost both his blackbook and formidable Rolodex,
alas, spent his time with his lotion and Kleenex.
To be continued.....
Ahem...
An encore...."The Ballad of Riverdude"
Little Jeffie was such a good lad,
Spent his days laboring on the pad,
those riggers they would drill and drill,
of samples he would get his fill....
Thru the nite and thru the day,
them rigger boys were makin' hay,
and sample quality Jeffie would plot,
and seldom get to see his cot.
His work, it seems, it never ends,
When will Jeffie see his friends?
Logging samples and watching the walls,
Stuck in the trailer, scratching his...itches.
Verse 2....
Jeffie went home to see all his pals,
and maybe try to round up one of his gals...
but lost both his blackbook and formidable Rolodex,
alas, spent his time with his lotion and Kleenex.
To be continued.....