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Depends on the quantity and quality of wobbly pop....

You, SIR are a master! That cost me a keyboard

Throw 'em in salt and freeze em

Mine has to be Poynt, a telephone book and gps/map rolled into one.

I do not know a lot about bows, however my wife was on the varsity archery team for Mohawk College. She uses a recurve bow with a 25 pound draw, not good for hunting but good for practice. If I am not mistaken, the draw length is determined by the arrow length and the archer's body. Feel free to educate me if I am wrong....

Randy, sometimes I worry about you........

Pete, you may want to have a chat with your video editor. The title screen at the end was a bit long.....

Is it just me or have the cups gotten smaller over the years as well?

From Ottawa it is only 7 hours, easy one day drive

Heck, I never went to high school

Try this experiment, leave a pat of butter and a pat of margarine on two plate sied by side outside and see where the flies will go to. If it is food the flies will be on it.

Paul, if you're gonna be there, I am gonna do my darndest to come up. Save a seat in your boat for me on the Saturday.....if you want that is. I just got permission from the boss, I am gonna be be there for the Saturday!

OK, happy birthday Wayne, I hope that as you grow older your sense of humour does not wane either. (groan)

Isn't it a little chilly to hunt bare in the spring, I thought mid-summer would be more comfortable???

Oh, cry me a river.... Soon you will be up here with our temps in the teens wearing your winter parka as we walk around in our t-shirts.

The big question is.....What does the inside of his ears smell like??????

I'm thinkin you drive a Plymouth Voyager Town and Country edition. Watch out for tribbles!

I thought winternet was over......

This will fix em! http://www.rodentblaster.com/media.html

Make sure that it is fully warmed up before giving it full throttle.

Were you crouched down behind the boat watching your wife get out of a car when you saw this???

Cliff, my heartfelt sympathies. He was a grand dog from what little I knew of him.

Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business. Several members did not approve of her extra-curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence. She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told Frank (and several others) that every one seeing it there would know what he was doing! Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.. Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house .... walked home .... and left it there all night.

Disregard the PM, I wanna come too....

With your navigating skills, AND the fact that you are on the St Lawrence Seaway, trust your instruments......