aw, don't look so sad, you'll be back! ;)
:jk:
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aw, don't look so sad, you'll be back! ;)
:jk:
:rofl::lol:
Hi Thurm! Grab a beer & make yourself at home! The sun is shining, the water's perfect, and the beer is cold!
Meeting at the campfire tonight:
Why is _____ still in the contest? :snicker:
Yea, why is BLANK still in the contest with everything BLANK has done/not done?
:scratch:
We've been saving a place for _______ on this island for quite sometime. I'm surprised they're not here yet.
And it looks like they won't get here anytime soon.
Make room for BillC.
Just so you know, Bill C, :slap: there's no cigars allowed on this Island!
:chuckle:
After all, this isn't Cuba.
OK, so there's no cigars. We couldn't find a desk either, but we got BillC the next best thing....
a...:couch:
:boozer: :beers: :party:
oh yeah, um, I'll be over here drinking my beer! :D
On a quiet, desert island, the sounds of helicopters were heard in the distance. The thumping of the rotors got louder and louder, waking the 5 losers from their hammocks and slumber.
The noise grew to a deafening roar as 4 Blackhawk choppers swooped in over the once tranquil beach. The rotor wash blew over grass huts, knocked over tents and umbrellas, and sand blew everywhere- into the pizza, beer, and suntan oil. Repelling by ropes from the four Blackhawks was an Army Ranger platoon.
In camouflage, face paint, and battle fatigues- holding assault rifles high, they tore through the camp. Knocking over coolers, emptying trash cans, scouting the tree tops for a possible threat. 3 Secret Service agents, dressed in black suits and sunglasses gave the “all clear” signal into a tiny microphone hidden in their lapel.
As quickly as they arrived, the swarm loaded onto the choppers and hauled ass out of there. Seconds later, Marine One, the helicopter bearing the seal of the office of the President of the United States, touched down on top of the rubble of what was once the grass hut off northernbillfan.
The three Secret Service agents assumed their positions around the door of the helicpter……..it opened and a tall, well tanned (and might I say, very handsome man for his age) figure emerged- wearing a loud floral print shirt, a straw hat, pleated shorts, Ray Bans, and sandals- white zinc powder on his nose- ……
HI GUYS!!!!!!!!
What I miss?:D
What.... what I do?
Didn't you hear Bill? You didn't do anything. It was all someone else's fault.
:lol: You're hysterical, Bill! Enjoy your stay on Cast Away Island. :)
Hey :luvmach: , now you can clean up the mess your guys made!
Well, at least gather up the coolers & beers...we aint into scavanger hunts ya know! :snicker:
And look out for the roaches.
The biggest roach just landed on your island, Northern. ;) Welcome Bill C. :welcome:
:luvmach:
Ticat left a whole case of papers behind and there are roaches all over the beach.
If there's supposed to be a (?) after that, than.......Quote:
Originally posted by Typ0
:luvmach:
you must be asking the same question for conservatives round the globe! :snicker: