The continuing saga of the RWAs-the beat goes on-

Mornin y'all!!

Well, it's not summpm we liketa advertise :icon_eek: :no:

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All Repped Out!!

hey guys :wave:

Howdy, Chris!!

OK Tobe, we know how you put the "Special" in Forces!

Gotta say it - I have never been prouder of our Military Forces than I have over this past few years. Its the idiots that think they can take folks who are great at breaking other peoples stuff and turn them into the policemen/women of the world that piss my azz off! <grump>

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Herb's Winky-

Herb decided to propose to Sandy, but prior to her acceptance Sandy had to confess to her man about her childhood illness. She informed Herb that she suffered a disease that left her breasts at the maturity of a 12 year old. He stated that it was OK because he loved her so much.

However, Herb felt this was also the time for him to open up and admit that he had a deformity too. Herb looked Sandy in the eyes and said 'I too have a problem. My winky is the same size as an infant and I hope you could deal with that once we are married.'

She said, 'Yes I will marry you and learn to live with your infant size winky."

'Sandy and Herb got married and they could not wait for the honeymoon. Herb whisked Sandy off to their hotel suite and they started touching and teasing, holding one another.

As Sandy put her hands in Herb's pants, she began to scream and ran out of the room! Herb ran after her to find out what was wrong.

She said, 'You told me your winky was the size of an infant!'

"Yes, it is.... 7 pounds, 8 ounces, 19 inches long!"

The other end of the spectrum-

A woman went into a bar in Waco and saw a cowboy with his feet
propped up on a table. He had the biggest boots she'd ever seen.

The woman asked the cowboy if it's true what they say about men
with big feet are well endowed.

The cowboy grinned and said, 'Shore is, little lady.
Why don't you come on out to the bunkhouse and let me prove it to you?'

The woman wanted to find out for herself, so she spent the night
with him.

The next morning she handed him a $100 bill.

Blushing, he said, 'Well, thankee, ma'am. Ah'm real flattered.
Ain't nobody ever paid me fer mah services before.'

'Don't be flattered. Take the money and buy yourself some boots
that fit.'

Moooooooo .............

Dood, can I call you 'rock?

Dude, you don't have to be so formal and call me by my last name ... Mr. Rock.

.... everyone calls me by my first name .... Shammy.

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I think the last time I called you Shammy you accused me of "going all CONC" on you. :lol:

welcome back :icon_banana:

Jes til his cows come home :icon_tease:

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Personally, I'd blame it on Conc .... :icon_rofl:

Hey Toby ..... :flag:

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It was a long time ago... out of context everything is :icon_huh:

but I assure you it was all good clean fun :yes:

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Actin' all innocent and **** .... :lol:

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So, how's Okie this time of year?? :icon_twisted:

I now know why men who have been to war yearn to reunite. Not to tell stories or look at old pictures. Not to laugh or weep. Comrades gather because they long to be with the men who once acted their best, men who suffered and sacrificed, who were stripped raw, right down to their humanity.

I did not pick these men. They were delivered by fate. But I know them in a way I know no other men. I have never given anyone such trust. They were willing to guard something more precious than my life. They would have carried my reputation, the memory of me. It was part of the bargain we all made, the reason we were so willing to die for one another.

I cannot say where we are headed. Ours are not perfect friendships; those are the province of legend and myth. A few of my comrade’s drift far from me now, sending back only occasional word. I know that one day even these could fall to silence. Some of the men will stay close, a couple, perhaps, always at hand.

As long as I have memory, I will think of them all, every day. I am sure that when I leave this world, my last thought will be of my family and my comrades...such good men.

From "These Good Men" by Michael Norman

'Splains it better'n me.

I was up there last week .... been all over TX and NM since.

Okie sucks ....

You home for a few days??

490, 490, can I get to 490?

Hey Conc, Shammie and Toby!:flag:

Hope all you guys had a wonderful Dad's Day!:yes:
Shamster.....I NEED you! Barky Barky Retardo ran away again yesterday in the middle of a HUGE thunderstorm. He took the Pit puppy with him out the back gate. Pit puppy was sittin' on my yard when I discovered they had escaped. Barky Barky Duff was LONG gone. I spent about an hour yesterday morning in pouring down rain trying to round up his dumb ***. Had quite a few Duffy sightings....I would stop my car....jump out and call his dumb name. He never even looked back at me....Jest kept runnin'. At one stop, Booger the Pit Puppy jumped over me and escaped.....chasing Barky Barky Retardo. Now I have two dogs to capture! WTF! There was this poor guy standing out on his front porch catching a smoke....Barky goes running by, here comes Booger the Pit barking like he is a bad azz! The dude about had another heart attack. I am trying to tell the guy that Boog does not bite....the man is looking at me like I am insane! I am chasing both dogs now thru people's back yards. I spot a tennis ball and pick it up and lure Booger the Pit Puppy into my car. I just told Duffy to go **** hisself and drove home. Called Tom and told him where his dumb-azz un-neutered dog was. A bunch of Lake Co. Sheriff's caught him by a local restaurant. That f'ing dog is gonna be the end of me unless Shammie comes out and chops off that little baztards NUTS!

That ******** parker88 red bombed me again. Between him and that other mental midget my patience is tried.

You bought a pit bull puppy?

Tell that husband of yours to take Retardo down to the vet and have his nads zapped.