George: Well I just got back from swimming in the pool. And the water was...cold...
Jerry: Oh... You mean... shrinkage.
George: Yes. Significant shrinkage!
Jerry: So you feel you were short changed.
George: Yes! I mean, if she thinks that's me she's under a complete misapprehension. That was not me, Jerry. That was not me.
Hey Doc, Is Spicy's condition curable? At least spending hours on the Yahoo board keeps him off the streets. Maybe he can do a Roy D. Mercer rendition. Now that would be entertaining!! Just how big an ole boy are you Spicy??
Birdfeeder: Every time I answer you I think I am posting towards a woman. Your posts remind me of the posts on the NARO board by a handle called "badranch" not sure if you are one in the same. Oh well I guess I'm just suspicious..
I do stand corrected. My use of the word Sheriff was probably not as succinct as I wanted to portray. Allow me to annoint this position as "Commissar". Durind the second world war as the Nazi hordes were descending upon Moscow, Joseph Stalin would send his most loyal troops to the front to foster loyalty. As Hitler's troops bore down on the Russians and the troops would either desert or retreat, Stalin's Commissar's would stop this action by telling the retreaters:"You either go back to the front and fight those Nazi bastards or you will be shot right here on the spot. The point is the days of the bashers, shorts,whiners snivelers and malcontents running this boaard are over!