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Don't have the bottle in front of me, but it's some kind of wallpaper remover stuff. Rolling the liquid on with a paint roller

What a pain in the butt ripping off wallpaper is so you can paint your walls. And yes, I have one of those round scribie things that scribe the wall paper and then you put the solvent on. It does not work all that well. It helps but not much. Leave a lot of glue paper on the walls. So, I have to go back and put the solvent on the crud left behind and use a scrub brush to scrub it off. Oh yeah.. Loads-O-Fun. []

I second that!

I used to have this album when I was a kid...

I've had the DVD for over a month now but only got a chance to watch it last night. LOVED IT... Audio was great. The film was a little grainy but other than that it was fantastic!!! Really reminded me just how awesome that band really is.

Ha.. Even "The Ring" as an adult freaked me out... The graphic imagry was a little creapy for me. And then when that gal came out of the TV in the end of the movie? Hmmm. yeah, that was not what I needed to see. My theater is not in our house. It's in what used to be an old 3 bay tractor garage. It gets very dark out there at night, it has a tin roof and it sits under fir trees that when the wind blows pine cones drop onto that tin roof. So, I walk into the theater at night sometimes and recall that scene in The Ring where that gal came out, I look at my huge 8' screen and the image just gives me a bad case of the ebee gebees. I end up with a little hurry up in my step as I close the door and leave.

The Exorcist when you are only 10 years old... That movie took me months and months to get over when I was a kid. [+o(]

{sorry folks I just had to send this one} ha! THE PERFECT HOLLOWEEN COSTUME A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party. He doesn't know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem. A few days later he received a parcel with the following note: Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be just right as a pirate. Very truly yours, Acme Costume Co. The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his wooden leg and so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says: Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a monk's costume. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and, with your bald head, you will really look the part. Very truly yours, Acme Costume Co. Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head so again he writes the company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a small parcel and a note, which reads: Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses and a bag of crushed nuts. Pour the molasses over your bald head, sprinkle on crushed nuts, stick your wooden leg up your @ss and go as a caramel apple. Very truly yours, Acme Costume Co

A man is at work contemplating a costume he is going to wear to a halloween party he and his wife are going to attend later that evenging. He arrives home to find his wife stark naked wearing only a pair of boots. In shock he asks, what the h3ll is that? It's my costume his wife replies. He wanders around the house for a while, goes into the bedroom. He comes out stark naked himself with a belt around his waist and a frying pan covering his manhood. His wife in shock as well asks, what the h3ll is that? Well... if you're going as Puss-In-Boots, I'm going as Peter Pan. []

Heh.... you have no idea. []

LOL... Na... We were engaged in other activities. And thanks all for the words of encouragement. However, I didn't mean to be a thread hyjacker. []

Congrats!!![<)] I've been on a exercise program myself for about a month and a half now. I've modified my eating habbits, been down on my bowflex religiously. In this time, I've lost 18lbs. My body is starting to look lean and trim again, I can see more muscle mass growing. The only area where I really need to work is getting rid of some of that chub around my waste. My stomach is flat again (for the most part) but there is still some of that flab. This morning as I was bent over brushing my teeth, I noticed that I didn't have this big lump of flab haning over my towel, a little, but sooo much less than it used to. Ok ok, this may be TMI (too much informatin) but.... Last friday night my wife looked at me gave me the up and down and said, you really are starting to look good!. Then last night we were in bed doing what married couples do and durring the heat of the moment, my wife says, gawd, you are really starting to feel good, you feel so much better than you used to. She made mention of it several times... WOW, I can't tell you what a moral boost that was and the amount of validation I felt hearing that, ESPECIALLY durring the activities we were doing at the time. It made me feel very attractive and boosed my self confidence tremendously! Keep up the good work. I know it's very hard to stay motivated but once you start to see progress, that very progress helps to keep the motivation going. --m00n

Found these at www.askmen.com. They start out kinda slow but pick up. Hangover Ratings * 1-star hangover No pain. No real feeling of illness. You sleep in your own bed and when you wake up, there are no traffic cones in there with you. You are still able to function relatively well on the energy stored up from all those vodka and Red Bulls. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians crave a cheeseburger and a basket of fries. ** 2-star hangover No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you chug to try and remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanor at the office, you are costing your employer valuable money because all you really can handle is some light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the Net and writing junk e-mail. *** 3-star hangover Slight headache. Stomach feels like crap. You are definitely a space cadet and not so productive. Anytime someome walks by your desk you gag because the perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a two-liter bottle of Coke, watching daytime TV. You've had four cups of coffee, a gallon of water, two burritos, and a two-liter bottle of Diet Coke, yet you haven't peed once. **** 4-star hangover You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too quickly or else you might spew. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but you smell of socks and can't hide the fact that you missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving. Your teeth have their own individual sweaters. Your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from a second-grade class, circa 1976. You would give a week's pay for one of the following: home time, a doughnut and somewhere to be alone, or a time machine so that you can go back to last night and change the fact that you went out. You scare small children in the street just by walking past them. ***** 5-star hangover You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee sitting next to you. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last drop of moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't even get mad at you and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can manage to do is breathe... very gently. ****** 6-star hangover You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly, as you were fighting it all the way home in the taxi. You get about two hours of sleep until the noises inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for takeoff and is flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do now, you're going to vomit. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht, fully sailing. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls, knocking off all the pictures, you find the toilet. If you are lucky, you remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting. Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short-lived. With your stomach totally empty, your spontaneous eruptions have died down to 15-minute intervals, but your body won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and swear that you saw your tonsils shoot out of your mouth on the last occasion. It is now dawn and you pass by your disgusted partner getting up for the day, as you try to climb into bed. She abuses you again for trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept her advice and take a shower. Work is simply not an option. The whole day is spent trying to avoid anything that might make you sick again, like moving. You vow never to touch a drop of alcohol again, and who knows, for the next two or three hours you might even succeed.

My thought was that the car is the culprit, ran through the garage door and went under the truck.

Very good to hear DD. I had forgotten about that arrangement but I do recall you saying something about it a long time ago. Just in time for winter, now you have a souce of warmth every night. []

==================================================== "I've known Keith for a long time. I have the utmost respect for him," Green said. "We are not scoring enough points." ==================================================== Ok, but you can't just blame that on the offensive coordinator. Maybe your head coaching is lack luster as well.

Yeah yeah yeah... But in the meantime!!!

I had to stop watching the game middle of the 1st qtr. I knew it was not going to be good. IN fact, my wife was in the bedroom paying some bills on her laptop, I walked into the room during the second half, she said.... "You're NOT aloud to watch the game".... She had been watching and knew how it was unfolding. I have no clue what happen to them. Makes no since to me. They devistated the Giants the week before, then turn around and look like pixies the next week. I highly doubt it was due to Shaun though... Maybe, I dunno, it's not like Shaun has been putting up big numbers in the first three games. Pathetic....

LOL... Nice!!!!

Hey rob, sent you a PM,

I didn't get to see the game, but yes, I'm sure Hutchinson will be missed. []

Packer week.... Yeah, packers got packed alright!

UGH... Yeah, that was an ugly showing by the hawks. My take away from that game was a little of each that you thouched on. 1) Seahawks looked past the Lions 2) Detroit's D was running on ALL cylindars, they kicked butt!!! 3) Seahawks were un prepaired 4) I also wonder how much loosing the superbowl in that same field had an affect on them mentally. One good bit of news though for us is that we got Deion Branch from New England. We needed another solid performing receiver.