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Bummer, Bramble. No doubt about it. You probably could have made some nice coin on your house had you kept it and then sold it later. And so, back to the topic: Did you know any good ones that were in the WC at all? Another good one, at least to me was a guy named Glen Edmondson, from one of the Carolinas. Ashville, I think. A finer pure hearted man would be hard to find. Blond guy, with an awesome Southern accent and a heart of pure gold. 11th Corps I think. I don't think he rose too far up the leadership ladder, for, he just wasn't that kind of a guy. He was a WOW when I was a new guy, and later went into the Corps.

David and Rhonda Schmidt, Linda MacDuffy, Tim Stiles, Kirk Malmberg, Tony Ruda, Gabe Ortiz, a whole slew of Tenth Corps pals, and, I really loved a gal named Suzy Wassung. Yes, she was/is pretty, and I was a bit smitten by her, but man, that girl really just loved people, and that was what was so beautiful about her. I just love love I guess. Really, now that I have started to think it through, there were so many who loved and tried to make this old world a better place, and for that I am totally thankful for the time I spent in The Way and in the Way Corps....

Well now! Isn't this so very special?! we've got all of you girls, led astray by Little NaughtyGirl. going down to Vegas for some wieners! My my my! Seems like we are getting a little carried away here are we not? Ya know, the Chrurch Lady thinks that maybe she should come along to chaperone you girls, to make sure you stay out of trouble, hmm? Right now, Jonny Lingo has nothing to say about it, because, once again, I have im all tied up so I could highjack his computer in order to help save you girls from your lusty little selves! And so, let's just talk about this for a minute. Belle, if you were to go to The Farm, just what kind of a man would you be looking for, hmmm? A "big" boy? Or some little slender young man? I am only asking these specific questions because I am concerned about your soul. And so, just what kind of naughty little thing would like to do with this big boy, hmmm Belle? Even though it is sooo shameful for me to even think about it, I was picturing what one of these "paid for naughty boys" would do to you girls, and, I must admit, I am a bit flushed now, shameful as it is! And so, I must go along, strictly for the purpose of chaperoning, because so much of what goes on there in Sin City, is wrong and evel...Could it be, that what you all propose to do is from............Satan!!!???

I was arrested by an officer Martindale on New Years Eve 2000/2001 on a bogus DUI charge which I successfully fought in court. But I still went through the hand cuffing and the humiliation of being taken to the police station and being cuffed to the rail where friends of mine who were also cops saw me in my humiliation. One cop friend was madder than hell with Martindale and told him so in the front room! And when I was finally released at about 0200, the sumbit-c-h had the gall to tell me; "Happy New Year!" with a sarcastic smile, the muvcker... And, he was a total religious moron who believed it was his mission from God to stop alcoholism. This guy pulled off all kids of illegal stunts against the citizens Of Haines, Alaska. He'd stop people for no reason, and say; "I thought your tail light was out" or, hide in the alley behind the bar parked in the middle of the thoroughfare and blast his lights in the oncoming driver's face, and then stop them and interrogate them. One night, he stopped an Indian friend of mine who worked as a bartender at the local Elks Lodge, who was walking home after work and accused him of public drunkeness, which he was not. Of course he smelled like alcohol, he's had a couple of drinks after work when he was shutting down the bar! That friend of mine called the Chief of police at home that very a.m. and bitched him out about this rabid dog of a cop harrassing him and the rest of HainesIlike that! There were so many complaints against this Martindale creep, that we the Citizens signed a formal complaint on him, and he was fired by the HPD. He was then sent to work as the Cop in an Indian village called Hoonah, where he tried the same things, but the Indians fired him, and now he is the local dog catcher. But the local dogs didn't even like him, and he was taken down by a wandering pack of mongrels who'd gotten together to do something about him. They took away his family jewels in just a few vicious swipes...Well, I made that last part up. But, he did become the dawg catcher there, and was doing that, last I heard...

Well, I never liked him. He was a communist, and when he was shot, I was indiffernt to it. Although I did and still do love lots of Beatles music, he was my least favorite Beatle, with Paul and Ringo my favorites, perhaps Sir Paul McCartney being my favorite altogether. The "Just Imagine" song with the "Imagine no religion" aspect of it just ain't right. It's nice to be a dreamer of world peace, but it just isn't practical when leaving God out of it, and it is mis-leading. Sorry, but no candles lit in this home for John Lennon...

So, all Martindale's are sexual mis-conductors?

Umm....I think Jonny will B. Goode here and just say that this has been a funny thread. And as far as Heidi Fleiss goes, I suppose that her farm will undoubtedly prosper. My wife went once to a male stripper show and she said that the girls acted in ways she never would have expected, herself excluded. When I was doing the branch leader thing, she talked a bunch of wives and single girls into going to see the "Fabulous La Bares Dancers", and my oh my did she learn a thing or two about the local believer gals! I am sure that the Church Lady would have had a thing or two to say about that incident! And so, I am sure that the farm will have it's clients. And RottieGirl, well, I'll bet you'll have to pay a whole lot, don't ya think? I wonder what the'll charge?

Yeah, overall, it was a real bummer. But, I kept my job, and we conitinued to have a "full boat", but Mr. Donald Stetson Davis, from England, was sunk, socially speaking. He just misjudged the importance of having the proper equipment for running a good show. Maybe he was under-financed, and the took a gamble, which ended up not going in his favor... Oh, and Mr. D Miller, thanks for the compliment on the "yarns"!

Damn, Socks, there ain't no question 'bout it. You've outdone me fore shore!! Haha! For some reason, I just thought that the "Church Lady" needed to be here on the scene, although, I definitely do not posess the wit of Dana Carvey! I just love that "sketch" (why is it a sketch and not a skit?) when she'he says; "Now, isn't that special?" as he/she says it with his/her pursed lips cocked to one side...Too funny! Okay, Jonny Lingo is now untied, has been released, and the Church Lady is gone. And Heidi Fleiss, I wish you success, and many a "happy ending" client.............

Mmmm mmmm mmm...Seems like this little chat fest is steaming up quite nicely, hmmm? It seems as if we have had some other Little Naughty Girls lurking here who are now just coming out of the closet, hmmm? It seems as if Chatty Little Kathy is enjoying this a little too much! But isn't that special! Well now, as far as that Jonny Lingo is concerned, no doubt they would hire him in a second! Oh yes, I am hijacking his computer at the moment, but I needed to, for this Church Lady is on a special mission from God, to help keep all of you Little Naughy Girls from succumbing to such vile temptations! You see, I have Jonny Lingo all tied up, and he is going nowhere until I finish with his computer! And that is very "special!" So now Little Naughty Girl, Naughty Chatty Kathy and Mooney,when are you heading down, hmmm? I'll bet you just can't wait to walk through those doors and check out the selections! Will you be looking at their eyes, or, will you be checking to see if "their baskets are full"? Hmmm? But remember, when you are doing so, could all of this stud farm business be something that is from.......SATAN??!!??!! Or, as I've been thinking about it all day long because of it's sinful nature, maybe it would send me to the.........Seventh Heaven!!!!!!!!!???? Oh my, did I just say that? Hmmmm, maybe the Church Lady needs to take a little break and read some... Devotions?

Why thank you Krysalis. I thought it was kinda cool myself. It was one of the events that my brother Miles and I used to reminisce about, and now that he's fallen asleep, I guess the story means even more to me now...

And really, I'll bet that Heidi will do really well with this. If the boys have their little "getaway" places down in Nevada, then I guess the girls should have the option also. And, I do think that a male dancer place nearby would benefit the business. But then again, maybe it won't even be necessary, because there are no doubt lots of you Little Naughty Girls out there...hmmm? Maybe we could chat... ;)

Well now! Isn't this special? Hmm? I think little RottieGirrrl wants to be a little NaughtyGirrrl, hmmmm? And so! If you were to go there little NaughtyGirrrl, what kind of stud would you like to try out, hmmm? Would he be a big boy? Or, would he be a slight and slender boy? I would bet you'd like some big muscle bound boy that you could give orders to wouldn'tcha? And maybe, just maybe, this whole idea is from Sataaan!!! Hmmm, well well now, maybe you should just get your little NaughtyGirrrl bottom on down there as soon as it opens and try out some of those fine buffy boys, and then come and tell us all about it! Now, that would be special now, wouldn't it, little NaughtyGirrrl?

There was thread around here where folks were talking about Mrs Betty Ford, and her graciousness. But, I couldn't find it again. And so, I typed up an incident that happened to me and posted it on this thread. Pardon Me Mrs Ford, Or, Which Way To The Gangway!? Wow. I actually have a personal incident with Betty Ford, and, she was so very gracious. I was the Mate/Engineer aboard Washington DC's newest and coolest "restaurant" back in 1973/74. This restaurant was a 100 foot restaurant cruise boat that still plies the waters of the Potomac River, taking the guests on dinner and luncheon cruises while cruising past the sites of Washington, DC. While manning the helm, I always kept the jackstaff dead on the Washington Monument for the first half hour. Kinda cool...At any rate, you can check out the Cruise Ship Dandy's website at: http://www.dandydinnerboat.com/dandy.htm One afternoon, we had the Dandy chartered to bring aboard "all the ladies of the White House" for a luncheon cruise, including Mrs. Gerald Ford, and her esteemed guest, Mrs. Yitshak Rabin, wife of then Prime Minister of Israel, who was later asassinated. This cruise left from the west bank of the Potomac River in Alexandria, VA, and headed north for an hour up to the city of Washington, DC, where we would turn circles to the port side just off of the infamous Watergate Hotel. It was neat, cool, and for an eighteen year old like myself was an "adventure" every afternoon and evening. I got witnessed to on the Dandy by a WOW Ambassador who worked with us as a cocktail waitress. On this particular day, it was late August, and very hot (90+ degrees), and very humid out. And so, There I Was, the operator of all of the air conditioning, sanitary ammenities (pronounced "bathrooms"), potable water, proper functioning of the boats' main engines, and part time helmsman to give the Skipper a break while he "mingled" with the passengers while making our way up river from Alexandria toward the Capitol. Life was good, and we were all proud of the celebrities we had on board, from the Owner of the boat, the Captain, my brother Miles the bartender, all the way down to the lowest dishwasher. Life was good, and the air conditioniong seemed to be working just fine, which was of major concern to all of the crew, especially with all of the Ladies aboard. But just when things were looking fine and the cackle fest was in full swing, the air conditioning shut down! "And to a miner that's Hell!" No wait, I mean to say; "And to a fancy restaurant boat owner with the President's wife aboard, that's Hell!" And sure enough it was Hell. Those Ladies of the Whitehouse had already had their second round of drinky-poo's, and they were ready for more! This was a " day time girl's night out" on the grandest of scales, and they did not need to be cooped up inside of a glass enclosed restaurant boat, without any ventilation or air conditioning! But, that was the situation we were all in, and there was lots of pressure on me to get the system back on line. As an aside, I must insert this bit of information: Do you all remember who Walter Washington was? He was the first black mayor of any city in America, and was at that time, the Mayor of Washington, DC. Well, his wife, Mrs. Walter Washington (can't remember her first name) was aboard with all the Ladies Of The White House. And it was the weirdest thing. Mrs. Washington, for some reason unbeknownst to us, had some sort of weird "white powder" on her face, as if to diminish the color of her skin or something. I mean, here she was, this lone black woman, amongst all of these white women, the wives of the "creme de la creme" of Washington, DC, and she definitely seemed to be uncomfortable in her surroundings. But, this was nothing compared to the discomfort that she felt as the temperature of the boat rose to 85 plus degrees, and finally 92 degrees, and the sweat began to trickle down her cheeks, making little rivulets in the white powder that she for some reason had put on her face! And not only was she sweating, but the entire gaggle of Important Ladies were sweating, and their perfumes intermixed, and some of them were farting, and it was just plain awfull!! Meanwhile, I was running down to the engineroom compartment, using a Co2 fire extinguisher (extremely cold spray) to cool down the overheated breakers that kept tripping out due to the overload, which worked for awhile, until the intense cold destroyed the breaker altogether, rendering our entire AC system totally useless. Fortunately, my action upon the breakers was at the direct command of the totally freaked out Owner who had told me in desperation (he actually grabbed me by my shirt collar with both hands and pulled my face into his) to "do whatever the hell it takes to get those AC's back on line!" I even told him that the Co2 extinguishers would wreck the breaker, but he said; "Just do it! Get those AC's online! I don't care about the breakers!" And so, I had them going in that capacity for about an hour with only minimal relief, until they totally crapped out, and The Ladies Of The White House continued to drink, sweat, emminate their mixed perfumes and fart... But then the real disaster struck! My brother Miles came up to me just after I emerged from the engine compartment after a failed attempt to revive the breaker that serviced the AC units, and he said to me; "Jonny! Ya gotta get down to the heads (bathrooms)! The toilets'r overflowing and it stinks like hell!" And so I go, and sure enough, at the bottom of the stairwell where the heads are, there was two inches of overflowed ....water", sloshing from port to starboard, and with the intense heat, it stunk worse than a dead skunk in the middle of the road covered in Limberger cheese in the hot sun! Oh man, this was bad, way bad. The reason it had overflowed is because it was a faulty system in the first place that needed to be totally changed out. But the owner never took heed to me and my brother's and the Captain's advice. He was cheap, and would not get the bigger amp breakers we needed, nor the proper marine toilets we requested. What we had, in essence was two toilets that were nothing more than "RV toilets", the kind that circulates the sewage water over and over and has the blue chemical mixed into it to curtail the smell. And the reason that it clogged was because of the plague of tampons that all women seemed to think was okay to throw into the toilet, even though I had a big sign that said not to do it, "or, an alarm will sound!". There really was no alarm, but I had thought this might be a deterrent. Silly me.... And so, there I was down at the bottom of this stairwell between the mens and ladies heads, with a mop, sweating and mopping, and cursing under my breath, only to look up and see Mrs Ford coming down the stairwell with two Secret Service guys coming behind her. The stench must have been overpowering, but she was very gracious to me. I said to her; "I'm so sorry Mrs. Ford, I'll have this cleaned up asap, and I will make sure to let you know the instant I am done". And she said; "That's fine young man, and you are doing a wonderful job, keep up the good work, and don't feel bad, it's probably not your fault." She was very kind to me, although there seemed to be an edge in her voice when she pronounced the words "not your fault". This seemed to directed at the owner, and or possibly her staff who did not do their "homework" on picking a place for this VIP Get Together. The looks on the faces of the Secret Service guys were not friendly at all... And so, I got it cleaned up, picked the "debris" out of the clogged up pump (man that was humiliating), got it back on line, and informed the First Lady that she could then use the facility. When we finally docked, it was almost a stampede to the gangway after the First Lady and Mrs. Rabin got to the end of the dock and into the big black limo and drove away. Once they were all gone and I'd hooked up the shore power, and shut down the generators, my brother Miles, the Skipper, and I cracked a few cold ones while the Owner drank three successive shots of Scotch., and then poured a stiff one on the rocks After this cruise, the word got around town, and the Owner was sunk, socially speaking. I am reasonably sure that the new Cruise Ship Dandy is managed better by far. On that URL, there seems to be a brand new Dandy, but it seems that the older one is still in service.The original Dandy is the one that is wider in the beam...

Damn, CoolChef, you are soo persistent! You may just get me to do it! And, thanks for the words of encouragement. Heard from her again this morning, and she has had a good day. Very busy for she is a nurse who does kidney dialysis for a whole string of patients, and many times her patients have problems at home with their own "self dialysis", and so at odd hours, she has to "go to the rescue", like last night. but, she's cheery about it in that she loves to help people... Pretty remarkable gal I think...

I was just teasin about Vickles....I really have no idea what she is up to, but since someone assumed a possible banishment, I just said that. It was sort of a weird sarcasm thing on my part...Sorry... :)

Vickles was thrown out with extreme prejudice. She was waaaayyy out of line!

Yeah, thanks ExCath, I am not sure, but I think that this is the thrust of the way their analyst has been counseling them to handle it, to have the daughter talk about it with out worry, and "get it out". It's kinda weird though. What happens is this: They will be driving around, Christmas shopping, or walking in the Mall, and then all of a sudden, her daughter will start divulging all of these horrid and sordid details of what her step dad made her do, or what he did to her. And of course, Terry, not wanting to Ally to feel ashamed and guilty for it (for it was not her fault), just listens as benignly as possible (while in her mind horrified), and tries to remember every detail so as to be able to write it down accurately for the sake of her prosecuting attorney. A couple of months ago, she started carrying a note pad in order to not miss any crucial details.... It must be so bizzare for her. And what is weird, is that the girl, at the age of fifteen, is way boy crazy! And so, I guess this thing with a man sexually abusing her has not stopped Ally from wanting to know about the life of "Men", and romance, and sex, and all of that. Maybe that's a good thing, that it has not detoured her, but bad also. And maybe, the experience with that man may have provided "pleasures" that she now misses? I don't know. That's a deep one, and I do not know how to approach it. Sex is very powerful, and it does have it's good feelings I mean, and orgasm is a powerful thing. But now, was it good or bad? Bad because of where it "came from", but should it be taught that the "good feeling of sex is bad"? Way heavy. I am hoping that it hasn't ruined sex for her in her future life, but is it possible that it sparked something in her that she hadn't known before, and now she "misses it"? The whole thing in my opinion is sooo devilish! For, she has been ripped off from experiencing that aspect of life in a manner that is not filled with confusion and FEAR. Sex is supposed to be wonderful, and clean, and good. But for those who have been through this, I fear that the ordeal "taints" one of the most beautiful things God ever did for us. Personally, I would like to find that mf and beat him senseless... May God bless her and anyone else who has been in that situation! I suppose that these ar things that will take lots of time to work through It's a deep one.....

Damn, Tuttle. You are uncorrigeable! I wanted to chime in with like humor, but alas, I cannot dig, and to beg I am ashamed....... Go to now thou bald head! Go to now thou bald head!! And an Alaskan bear came forth and ate them untill their dirt came forth...

Well. I talked to her the day after Thanksgiving, and she had had a wonderful time with her Dad,two sisters, and one of the sister's husbands. They drank some wine, she didn't cry, and, she turned her family onto the smoked coho salmon I sent her. They all raved over it, and she was proud to have an "Alaskan friend" that sent her such delicacies... Her divorce is proceeding, and, she GOT THE HOUSE, which is good. But of course, all this means is that she gets to keep on making the payments. But, any equity in it is hers also. The criminal trial date is still not set, but I would imagine that when this occurs, it will bring up all of the sordid details, and cause more heart ache and break. She said she had to comfort Ally the other night because she woke up hearing Ally crying. And when she asked her what it was, it had been a dream about her step dad, and the things that he made her do. And so, even though Terry is moving along with Life, the Thing continues to rear its way ugly head from time to time... But the wonderful thing is this: She is determined to move ahead and do everything in her power to not allow this sorry excuse for a human being to continue to wreck and ruin their lives. Plus, she has been very willing to accept my counsel as far as "how to ask God for help", and she has-according to her-seen wonderful results from praying to God about all of this. I only pray that I can be worth a .... when it comes to helping her in this manner.... But thank you Digi, and all of the rest of you... JL

He is still banned...

Hey there Rocky, happy birthday! They let you back in, eh? And hey, I am sure that you and Groucho Marx Jr will get along famously! Take care buddy, JL

Ya know, Rev. Tuttle, speaking of that peculiar accent, do you remember him praying to our "Heavany Father", without the "l"? And how about that ski resort up the road, referred to by the Red Headed Stranger as "Cresta Butte? And no, I haven't been fishing lately, for all the rivers is froze, and so, I have been weeping. I am leaving now. ....And he went out, and, it was night....

Mr. O'Malley, You said; First of all, we know what the propaganda from the Left is, as the "comics" posted here illustrate. But just out of curiosity, what propaganda from the Right specifically concerning meat eating do you refer to?

The Word says; "Jesus wept....."