lol...you are right about the games. While watching the games, I'll forget what game is being played. In the end, the final result is usually about the same. Then I realize that it really didn't matter what game it was! I actually did think that was you in the picture of the darts(with T). I missed your disclaimer at first.
Hmmmm... some of the games endings do end up the same way... alot of men's white asses running amok... darn, I've been there in some of them.
Keeping it on top!! Don't forget to email Woody with your names, your booked April dates and a nice face picture so he can send you the final PDF file to print and take with you.. it really helps to find each other..
They will Woody..lol...be patient, have faith. :huepfen013: We will have a huge group, there is no doubt in my mind..
I'm on top now Kim!!!! Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND TOLD HIM: I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy. Just put yourself in my hands for one year, said the shrink. Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears... How much do you charge? Eighty dollars per visit, replied the doctor. I'll sleep on it, I said. Six months later the doctor met me on the street. Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having? he asked. Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup! Is that so! With a bit of an attitude he said, and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you? He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now!!! FORGET THE SHRINKS.. HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!
are ing I just have a hard time with darts.... drunk and trying to do math while sharp objects are flying everywhere.....
