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Oak, you probably won't see this post but I feel the same way.. I'll be out on the road tomorrow before the sun comes up just for the sheer pleasure of the trip. I'll be taking the southern 'scenic' route which will take me through the small towns and will be stopping to eat at locally owned restaurants. I particularly like the breakfasts in places like that. When I went through Lancaster last year, I passed several Amish buggies. I'll have the camera ready this year. Ah!! I'm looking forward to it and the weather should be superb!! sudo

Beef stew... It's downstairs simmering on the stove as I type. The first half anyways. I'm having to make it in two batches.. next batch is made tomorrow night and then up and at 'em at the butt crack of dawn on Friday!! :D--> sudo

Rascal, I remember that! Hee-hee! The very sight of Hawk might scare anybody who didn't know what a sweet guy he really is, huh? Krys, Re:"It looks like a big park...how will I recognize your cabin?" You got me. We worried about this a little last year, too, but guess what? Everyone found Oak's and my cabin just fine. Maybe it was the fine aroma of the Better-Than-Sex Stew that led them there. Maybe it was all the WOW-mobiles parked out front (I was driving an 11 year old mini-van). :D--> All the cabins are in one place, usually and it's really no problem Krys. You BE there, girl, and we'll take care of you! sudo

Krys, As Rascal was saying, we usually have to ferry people. Last year it was me and my mini-van doing it for the most part but lookie.. here's how it goes down.... Everyone meets up at my and Oakspear's cabin Friday afternoon (or whenever they get in) and eats Better-Than-Sex Stew. Then we decide where we all want to go hang out. Maybe a camp site.. maybe someone's cabin. Last year we hung out at two different cabins separated by 50 feet. We sort of went from one party to another so to speak. You see? It's all played by ear and we make the rules as we go. This year looks to be slightly fewer people and hence will be easier to manage. But I say that and tons of folks will show up. I hope you can make it, Krys. Maybe we'll play Name That Tune! :D--> sudo

Krys, They have camp sites which are conducive to motor homes. Click on the link HERE! and see what they have.. look around the whole Falls Creek State Park site while you're there, too. The weather's becoming perfect for Fall with cool nights and temperate days. T'would be nice if you could make it. sudo

Oak, Geeze.. here you are having to count all by your lonesome :(-->. This is a very busy time of year for me as I have kids in school activities, Ole Miss alumni activities, local festival events, Midsouth Fair events. But I'm really looking forward to the roast next weekend. I hope we get a bigger turnout than it looks or I'll cook only one pot of better-than-sex stew! sudo

Socks, SMALL WORLD??? you say?? sudo

Joyful, Re:"I hope leaving the way hasn't stop us from believing in the rapture of the church." Geeze Louise, Joyful.. Don't know how to tell you this exactly but.... they cancelled the Rapture a few years back. Yep. Had something to do with the "crossing over" into Jordan being succesful or some such but I have it on the best authority. Trust me on this. Yeah, since now when you die you just stay in that grave forever, a bunch of us are getting us up a drinking and smoking dope club. You interested in joining per chance?? I understand there's going to be some wild and crazy guys and dolls there! sudo

Hey Bumpy.. It's in Tennessee.. Falls Creek State Park.. I brought it up to the top so you can read the whole thread or just click HERE! sudo

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Bowtwi, There you are! I had been wondering where you had been hiding out. Great! It's gonna' be good to see you two again. Three weeks from today, isn't it? I wonder if there'll be any bonzai deer? sudo

Hey Rascal! There's still plenty of time for folks to check in and we might get a sizable group yet. In any event, I'm looking forward to it for a number of reasons. It's gonna' be a beautiful Fall.. the temps are already moderating here in west Tennessee, and I'm going to meet up again with some of the folks I met last year. Yeah.. we'll have us our campfires and sitting around really getting to know each other if only Oakspear doesn't take out that kazoo and get me started again!! And ummmm.. the food and drink. Oh boy.. it could be smaller than last year's but so what.. it'll just be more intimate getting to really know folks and their hearts. sudo

Oak, I hadn't made the stew you named "better-than-sex" in a while, so last night I made up a batch just to make sure I hadn't lost my touch. Oh, it was goooood. I guess you were right because after several bowls of the stuff, my wife didn't want to fool around. :D--> sudo

man1knames, This is the 2nd year in a row you've backed out, you know :(-->. One more time and we come camp out on your front door step sudo

Belle, Yes Ma'am.. Look at my post about 10 notes up. I'll be getting there Friday by three in the afternoon. Oakspear should be there too by then.. We'll have the stew warming up and you just never know about liquid refreshments. sudo

Oak, Re:"Hey Sudo, are you still shooting for a mid-afternoon arrival?" Just saw your post.. Yes, I plan to get up before sunrise (which will be no surprise fer you, I'm sure) Friday and drive in. I'll be lolly gagging around on the way there because it's such a beautiful drive but... I should arrive by 3 O'Clock at the latest. I'll have two 9 qt stockpots of stew to then warm up which I hope will be enough. One pot just barely made it last year. Yeah.. if someone wants to bring cornbread, that would go perfectly with my stew. I'm looking forward to it. The scenery is always gorgeous that time of year and you know what?? It's just six weeks away! sudo

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning and mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere.Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit...Repairmen refused to work in the house...The maid quit... Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move. A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place. The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back... Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth...But only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork. A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...... including the curtain rods.

Shellon, Sheesh... no lap dances for YOU then! sudo

Mark, Oh no.. I didn't write that. It's too original :D-->. I remember seeing it in an old Ann Landers column many years ago and was reminded of it. I looked around on the internet and found it... or a version that is pretty close. I can be a funny guy, alright, but my talent is in knowing where to steal funny stuff!! Thanks! sudo

Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Boy." I call mine "Sex." Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to the City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like to have one too." Then I said, "You don't understand. I've had Sex since I was nine years old." He said, "You must have been quite a kid!" When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the hotel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex. He said, "Every room in the place is for sex." I said, "You don't understand. Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too. One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me that I should have sold tickets. "But you don't understand," I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on T.V." He called me a show-off. When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "Me too." Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me. He said, "Me too." Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I said, "I'm looking for Sex." My case comes up Friday.

Herbiejuan, I won't volunteer for host but do you really think we'll have a good turnout?? I guess we'll do a roll call when we get a little closer to time. I'm looking forward to seeing everybody again. :)--> sudo

Laleo, Well, naw... I didn't read it but what the heck.. I was given sufficient warning... 12 pages!!!! sudo

Page twelve??? Sheesh! You guys are sure expecting a lot to post a thread and expect folks to be patient enough to wait to page twelve!!!!! sudo

Oakspear, I loved Atlas Shrugged. But you didn't get to actually MEET John Galt until halfway through the dang book! sudo

1. Two vultures boarded a plane, each carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess stops them and says, "Sorry, sir, only one carrion per passenger." 2. NASA recently sent a number of Holsteins into orbit for experimental purposes. They called it the herd shot round the world. 3. Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One took off to Hollywood and became a rich star. The other stayed in Carolina and never amounted to much--and naturally became known as the lesser of two weevils. 4. Two Eskimos in a kayak were chilly, so they started a fire, which sank the craft, proving the old adage you can't have your kayak and heat it too. 5. A three-legged dog walks into an old west saloon, sidles up to the bar and announces "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw." 6. Did you hear about the Buddhist who went to the dentist and refused to take Novocain? He wanted to transcend dental medication. 7. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and met in the lobby where they were discussing their recent victories in chess tournaments. The hotel manager came out of the office after an hour, and asked them to disperse. He couldn't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer. 8. A woman has twins, gives them up for adoption. One goes to an Egyptian family and is named "Ahmal." The other is sent to a Spanish family and is named "Juan." Years later, Juan sends his birth mother a picture of himself. She tells her husband she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. He replies, "They're twins, for Pete's sake! If you've seen Juan, you've see Ahmal!" 9. A group of friars opens a florist shop to raise money for missions. A rival florist complains that the competition is bad for his business and asks the friars to close down. They refuse, so he hires a thug named Hugh McTaggert to trash their shop, destroy their inventory and warn that he'd be back if they dared to reopen. They close the shop for good, proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars. 10. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot his whole life, so he had an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him frail. And, with his odd diet, he had very bad breath. This made him a super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. 11. A guy sent 10 puns to a very sour friend in the hope that at least one of the puns would make him laugh. Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.