just country
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morning, TU for respect for me and others who have served this
great country. God Bless our flag and God Bless America, GBOT TUM
great country. God Bless our flag and God Bless America, GBOT TUM
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I have to ask, what does GBOT TUM stand for ?
My wife thinks "Guinness Beer On Tap makes my TUMmy big"?
just country
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morning, now that is funny. very good imagination!!
G od B less Our T roops T hank U M uch
G od B less Our T roops T hank U M uch
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I don't take offense over a joke ever, seems like anyone that does should be the one cleaning their windows
If I offended you I'll buy you a beer next time I'm at Fort Sam Houston for training.
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I don't take offense over a joke ever, seems like anyone that does should be the one cleaning their windows
If I offended you I'll buy you a beer next time I'm at Fort Sam Houston for training.
Just about nothing offends me (unless some one says something about my wife)
But if you are ever in Calgary I sure will let YOU buy me a beer. I might even buy you one back!
TwoMore
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I was wondering myself about that also, GBOT TUM!!!Alaska2006
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poor feller that cain't figer more than one way to spell a word
Sorry to correct:
"Kant finger it mur Dan won whey"
With best regards,
Your lovely Grade 3 English Teacher
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Assumed Competence
By Les Voth. 304-505
My wife came home for lunch and found me tied to my corner chair with a five-point harness - just like the circle/dirt track guys use. They don't wanna leave their chair and neither do I!
"Look out the window!" She says.
"Why? I'm DOING something!" Says I.
She wins cuz warming a chair don't count, ya know? Hey! The window leaks in that corner! The chair gets cold without my assets firmly affixed. It's a compassion thing . . . It's for the chair . . .
So I dutifully cast my gaze across the sill, and lo! I beheld a stuck truck a block from my lair! Says I, "Must help, or find out why!"
On with the coveralls, coats, block heater and hand warmers. I walk without the dog, this time. This ain't his specialty. I'll do the sniffin' 'roun' here! Sure were a lotta tyres, though. Coulda used a little help with that . . .
Turned out the loaded semi truck had tried going around the block to turn himself around. The narrow streets in our town seem purpose-built to discourage that kind of thing.
The back axles of his trailer were hugging the bottom of the ditch by the culvert. And the left rear corner of his rear drive axle was in the air. A little like a dog just outta the house for his early afternoon bladder cleanser.
I asked the poor fellow if he had help coming. He did. Nothing for me to do but record his discomfortable position with my pocket camera/phone. So I did.
When the wrecker came I had a chat with him before he scrutinized the damage. I told him he was going to earn his dime today. He told me it was a piece of cake, he had done hundreds of these before.
I figgered I'd watch. I did.
He was right. It was a piece of cake for him. The wrecker skidded that feller's wagon back onto the road, skidded it backwards around the corner, skidded his tractor around the corner, too.
Then they left. Both of them. In opposite directions.
The entire time the wrecker driver was in town he never stopped moving. He hooked chains, winch-lines, pulleys and cables. He shoveled snow, checked ditch radius-s, tire conditions and sign proximities. The wrecker pilot eyed up situations, conditions and calculated the angles of tightening cables, chains and skidding axles.
"Cheerful" was the word of the day. Uncomplaining were his actions taken. Competent was the wrecker driver sent to rescue the errant truck driver from his miscue.
His competence wasn't prideful. It was knowledgeable. His assumption that he could handle his assigned task was borne of experience and it showed. His manner was calming, never criticizing.
Guys like that are heroes in the real world. I got to meet one today. Good thing I got the five-point harness unbuckled in time to see the show! Good thing my wife told me to get my assets down the block!
By Les Voth. 304-505
My wife came home for lunch and found me tied to my corner chair with a five-point harness - just like the circle/dirt track guys use. They don't wanna leave their chair and neither do I!
"Look out the window!" She says.
"Why? I'm DOING something!" Says I.
She wins cuz warming a chair don't count, ya know? Hey! The window leaks in that corner! The chair gets cold without my assets firmly affixed. It's a compassion thing . . . It's for the chair . . .
So I dutifully cast my gaze across the sill, and lo! I beheld a stuck truck a block from my lair! Says I, "Must help, or find out why!"
On with the coveralls, coats, block heater and hand warmers. I walk without the dog, this time. This ain't his specialty. I'll do the sniffin' 'roun' here! Sure were a lotta tyres, though. Coulda used a little help with that . . .
Turned out the loaded semi truck had tried going around the block to turn himself around. The narrow streets in our town seem purpose-built to discourage that kind of thing.
The back axles of his trailer were hugging the bottom of the ditch by the culvert. And the left rear corner of his rear drive axle was in the air. A little like a dog just outta the house for his early afternoon bladder cleanser.
I asked the poor fellow if he had help coming. He did. Nothing for me to do but record his discomfortable position with my pocket camera/phone. So I did.
When the wrecker came I had a chat with him before he scrutinized the damage. I told him he was going to earn his dime today. He told me it was a piece of cake, he had done hundreds of these before.
I figgered I'd watch. I did.
He was right. It was a piece of cake for him. The wrecker skidded that feller's wagon back onto the road, skidded it backwards around the corner, skidded his tractor around the corner, too.
Then they left. Both of them. In opposite directions.
The entire time the wrecker driver was in town he never stopped moving. He hooked chains, winch-lines, pulleys and cables. He shoveled snow, checked ditch radius-s, tire conditions and sign proximities. The wrecker pilot eyed up situations, conditions and calculated the angles of tightening cables, chains and skidding axles.
"Cheerful" was the word of the day. Uncomplaining were his actions taken. Competent was the wrecker driver sent to rescue the errant truck driver from his miscue.
His competence wasn't prideful. It was knowledgeable. His assumption that he could handle his assigned task was borne of experience and it showed. His manner was calming, never criticizing.
Guys like that are heroes in the real world. I got to meet one today. Good thing I got the five-point harness unbuckled in time to see the show! Good thing my wife told me to get my assets down the block!
Yup. Me too.
Yup. Me too.
Cute ! Didn't catch that the first time thru !
