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yes...but if there is one thing that has been made abundantly clear to those of us reading this thread, Its that you don't care so much about the material thing a man can give, its what inside. therefore, one shouldn't need a material reward for impressing you.

Oh Noah, you really are after my heart.... you've won so far! :1luvu: That's twice so far that you are listening to what I have said... good job! Your wife is a lucky woman!

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haha Noah's not married that I know of... just in a "relationship" i think...

;)

i couldn't make it out to ride with him once and that was the end of that i suppose :p

let's all go see a movie some night before the winter :lurk:

ok i just said that to use the popcorn icon.

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So.....Noah's not married, 'huh???? NICE! ;)

No fair starting without me!!

LOL no he's not... but if you can't make it out the ONE time he asks you, then forget about it. LOL ;)

sorry Noah, I'm just teasin ya hehehe

Hey you wanna go see a movie, Michelle, forget the guys we'll make a girls night out. :lurk:

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If you take the gas cap and shove it in there, it should work. I always did that at the stations that removed those damn things.

I think they did it to prevent this:

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I actually saw someone do that last year. I was like :eek:

Then I started laughing my a$$ off.

Randy , great Pic. I was talking with my ex the other day - we are still good friends - anyway she did exactly what you see in that picture a couple of weeks ago. :smashfrea:smashfrea

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Michelle, if I didn't think that my girlfriend would mind me using all my good lines on two attractive, single women while she is stuck on the other side of the world, I'd be up for the contest. But despite my unavailability, it would be an interesting presentation for the final night of SES.

Star light, Star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight.

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too many different places to quote...

no. not married. Relationship. yes...2 months old, and going great. we'll see where it ends up

Movie...Lets go. Saw wedding crashers last night...couldn't stop thinking abouyt sean and fin...

Colorado...I'd love to come back and visit you michelle...

Aisling...there was an open invite all winter...you didn't pull the trigger, you're too slow...you lost. :lol: the best part is...it turned out to be a win win situation for me!

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whoa, Noah did you just insult me? be nice, sheesh. i'm a very busy person and getting out to where you were was a little tough given i drove a very crappy POS.

I now have a beeyootiful new car so i may travel as i please. it's not my fault.... good things come to those who wait ;)

we can all get a gang together and watch a movie i hope without this happening to me :flamethro :rolleyes:

i saw wedding crashers and laughed and laughed and laughed... fun movie.

michelle i get new vaca time next month, so you may be making plans w me, chica. :)

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"Everyone has to stay out of the car here - we can't prop open the trigger anymore, I think they regulated that or something. All the gas stations have removed the little lever thingy." - Neil Gendzwill

That's definately to prevent you getting back into the vehicle. That big static spark you get when you touch the car again after getting out is not good around the gas nozzle. My Ford Escort zaps me so bad and as an electrician I'm used to getting shocked. Our local Fire Chief has had people fined for getting back into thier car.

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Bob, is it a law there that you can't get back in the car while the gas is pumping? At least it makes more sense than those stupid signs telling us to turn off our cell phones :confused:

Once I had a company car that was horrible, every time I got out I'd get a shock closing the door. I solved it by mixing a small amount of fabric softener with water in a spray bottle and spraying the seats with it about once a month. It seemed to cure it.

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Bob, is it a law there that you can't get back in the car while the gas is pumping? At least it makes more sense than those stupid signs telling us to turn off our cell phones :confused:

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Anyone from Oregon care to tell why a citizen can't pump his own gas in that state? They yell at you if you even get close to the nozzle. Confused in Washington where it is just the opposite. :smashfrea

Any other states as crazy as Oregon???

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The Difference Between Men and Women

Let's say a guy named Bob is attracted to a woman named Aisling.

He asks her out to dinner; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A

few nights later he asks her out again; and again they enjoy themselves.

They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of

them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs

to Aisling, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you

realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six

months?"

And then there is silence in the car.

To Aisling, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I

wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling

confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some

kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Bob is thinking: Wow! Six months.

And Aisling is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward... I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading

toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for

that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Bob is thinking: So, that means it was... let's see... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...let me check the odometer... Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Aisling is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face.

Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our

relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even

before I sensed it, that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet

that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own

feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Bob is thinking: And I'm going to have them look at the

transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not

shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather

this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees and this thing is shifting

like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Aisling is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be

angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't

help the way I feel.

I'm just not sure.

And Bob is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day

warranty... idiots.

And Aisling is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting

for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right

next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly

do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is

in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Bob is thinking: Warranty? They'd better not say its only a

90-day warranty.

"Bob," Aisling says aloud.

"What?" says Bob, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes

beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have... Oh my, I

feel

so... (She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Bob.

"I'm such a fool," Aisling sobs. "I mean, I know there's no

knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Bob.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Aisling says.

"No!" says Bob, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Aisling says.

There is a 15-second pause while Bob, thinking as fast as he

can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work. "Yes," he says.

Aisling, deeply moved, touches his hand. "Oh, Bob, do you really

feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Bob.

"That way about time," says Aisling.

"Oh," says Bob. "Yes."

Aisling turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing

him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it

involves a horse. At last she speaks.

"Thank you, Bob," she says.

"Thank you," says Bob.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted,

tortured soul, and weeps until dawn.

When Bob gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos,

turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis

match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far

recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back

there in the car, but he is pretty sure th! ere is no way he would ever

understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Aisling will call her closest friend, or perhaps two

of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours.

In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and

everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word,

expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible

ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks,

maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting

bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Bob, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual

friend of his and Aisling's, will pause just before serving, frown, and

say, "Norm, did Aisling ever own a horse?"

And that's the difference between men and women :o ;) :D

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Har. har.

actually that story has the names Bob and Sylvia in it I think... it's been around the 'net for awhile.

Michelle you have a point.. though i've known some women to totally freak on the day of their weddings as well. my best friend did ... and i think it's b/c she knew what i knew before they even got engaged... this was not THE guy. LOL (i will not go into it, but suffice to say this man was... umm for lack of a better word... a POS)

oh well... she's happily divorced and dating a wonderful guy.

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WORLD'S SHORTEST FAIRY TALE

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "Will you marry me?"

The girl said, "No."

And the guy lived happily ever after and went snowboarding, motorcycle riding, golfing and fishing a lot.

THE END

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WORLD'S SHORTEST FAIRY TALE

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "Will you marry me?"

The girl said, "No."

And the guy lived happily ever after and went snowboarding, motorcycle riding, golfing and fishing a lot.

THE END

until he fell and broke his hip and had no nice nurturing woman to take care of him ;)

actually, randy i wish you a very speedy recovery and hope you're not in a lot of pain... but i couldn't resist making that lil jab :biggthump

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