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Serbia wrote:The only thing that could actually make me vote for Trump would be Bernie winning the Democratic nomination. Although, I wouldn't be voting "for" Trump as much as I'd be voting against Bernie.

Hopefully that won't happen. It would be interesting, however, seeing a general campaign between Trump and ...

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Biden, after Clinton gives him all her delegates at the convention

Hello. I am a Dodge Stratus. I am also an up and coming gangsta rapper. They call my flow, "beepin". So.....

Hello, my name is waauw and I'm not an alcoholic.

I'm called Serbia here. I'm waiting for the owner to sell the site before I play another game. Been a long and lonely wait, but I won't give up.

Bollocks.

Serbia wrote:I'm called Serbia here. I'm waiting for the owner to sell the site before I play another game. Been a long and lonely wait, but I won't give up.

Bollocks.

What did you do?

Hello, I'm a black 2010 Toyota Prius with a NYCFC magnetic logo on the door. I'm only 160K miles old.



I've been as far south as Washington DC and as far west as Chicago.

My name is Bernie Sanders and I'm in love with beer.

Bernie Sanders wrote:My name is Bernie Sanders and I'm in love with beer.

Are you a drunk?

waauw wrote:

Bernie Sanders wrote:My name is Bernie Sanders and I'm in love with beer.

Are you a drunk?

Not right now, but I'm a beeraholic.

Symmetry wrote:

Serbia wrote:I'm called Serbia here. I'm waiting for the owner to sell the site before I play another game. Been a long and lonely wait, but I won't give up.

Bollocks.

What did you do?

I haven't done anything. What have you done?

Bollocks.

My name is penis and I have an Army of GOD

Hi, I'm Dukasaur. I like eating fresh-caught bass roasted on an open fire by the beach, while listening to Frank Zappa blaring on the 8-track.

I'm Mrs WDK and my primary purpose is to lower this forum's average age by about 6 years, to boost this forum's appeal to people who can't remember where they were when Kennedy got shot.

mrswdk wrote:I'm Mrs WDK and my primary purpose is to lower this forum's average age by about 6 years, to boost this forum's appeal to people who can't remember where they were when Kennedy got shot.

I was was still in diapers when they shot Kennedy. Had no effect on me.

The first clear memory of a world event that I have is the Soviet invasion of Prague.

My parents had fled to the West shortly after I was born. I was raised by my grandparents and I never realized they weren't my parents until later. My job in the house was to get up in the morning and tune in Radio Free Europe on the shortwave. My grandfather liked to wake up to the sound of Radio Free Europe. That was our little ritual together. We'd get up, have tea, listen to the radio, then have a quick prayer for the Communists to die, and then my grandfather would go off to work and I'd have time with my grandmother, growing things in our little garden on the balcony. It was an amazing childhood. My grandfather taught me about all the big, grand things in the world, the wars and revolutions and dynasties, and my grandmother taught me about all the small, lovely things in the world, things that give life, the flowers and seeds and butterflies and bees.

But that morning, there was no radio. All I got was horrible whines and squeaks. I did not know and would not have understood, but the Russians were jamming it. I went and woke up my grandfather, embarrassed to tell him, thinking I had broken the radio. He got up and found some official stations and got a handle on what was going on. Then he went to work. My grandmother begged him not to go, but he said "Don't be stupid. I went to work during Hitler, I went to work during Stalin, certainly Brezhnev is not going to stop me." And that was one of my biggest life lessons. You can't let the fuckers destroy you with fear. They might destroy you, but if you stand paralyzed with fear you save them the trouble.

That night, we went for a walk. "Aren't the Russians going to shoot me?" I asked. "No," said my grandfather, "even Russians aren't evil enough to shoot little children." He was lying, of course, but I was convinced, and I went into the streets without fear.

We saw the iconic sight of a Russian tank rolling down the street, deliberately rolling along the side of the street, crushing all the parked cars. The streets were wide open, there was no need. The bastard was doing it just for fun. I knew some of the people that owned those cars. Some of them stood in line with us when my grandmother was buying butter and cheese, and they gave me candy when I was impatient. Under the communists it took 20 years to save up for a car. Those men would never have another one.

Anyway, that's my big childhood memory, and I'll say it has most people's "I was sitting at the Dairy Queen when Kennedy was shot" beat all to hell.

Looks like your goal to make him forget where he was when Kennedy got shot worked, but you will have to try harder to get him to forget what he was wearing.

Did you grow cucumbers or peas, or was it all root vegetables?

2dimes wrote:
Did you grow cucumbers or peas, or was it all root vegetables?

Definitely a lot of peas! Beans, too. Vines are great for a balcony garden, because they use the vertical space that would otherwise be wasted. I remember radishes and kohlrabi and garlic. Not everything was edible. Some were just beautiful flowers. My grandmother loved her lobelia. Had a monstrous philodendron, too, that was bigger than I was.

Dukasaur wrote:

mrswdk wrote:I'm Mrs WDK and my primary purpose is to lower this forum's average age by about 6 years, to boost this forum's appeal to people who can't remember where they were when Kennedy got shot.

I was was still in diapers when they shot Kennedy. Had no effect on me.

The first clear memory of a world event that I have is the Soviet invasion of Prague.

My parents had fled to the West shortly after I was born. I was raised by my grandparents and I never realized they weren't my parents until later. My job in the house was to get up in the morning and tune in Radio Free Europe on the shortwave. My grandfather liked to wake up to the sound of Radio Free Europe. That was our little ritual together. We'd get up, have tea, listen to the radio, then have a quick prayer for the Communists to die, and then my grandfather would go off to work and I'd have time with my grandmother, growing things in our little garden on the balcony. It was an amazing childhood. My grandfather taught me about all the big, grand things in the world, the wars and revolutions and dynasties, and my grandmother taught me about all the small, lovely things in the world, things that give life, the flowers and seeds and butterflies and bees.

But that morning, there was no radio. All I got was horrible whines and squeaks. I did not know and would not have understood, but the Russians were jamming it. I went and woke up my grandfather, embarrassed to tell him, thinking I had broken the radio. He got up and found some official stations and got a handle on what was going on. Then he went to work. My grandmother begged him not to go, but he said "Don't be stupid. I went to work during Hitler, I went to work during Stalin, certainly Brezhnev is not going to stop me." And that was one of my biggest life lessons. You can't let the fuckers destroy you with fear. They might destroy you, but if you stand paralyzed with fear you save them the trouble.

That night, we went for a walk. "Aren't the Russians going to shoot me?" I asked. "No," said my grandfather, "even Russians aren't evil enough to shoot little children." He was lying, of course, but I was convinced, and I went into the streets without fear.

We saw the iconic sight of a Russian tank rolling down the street, deliberately rolling along the side of the street, crushing all the parked cars. The streets were wide open, there was no need. The bastard was doing it just for fun. I knew some of the people that owned those cars. Some of them stood in line with us when my grandmother was buying butter and cheese, and they gave me candy when I was impatient. Under the communists it took 20 years to save up for a car. Those men would never have another one.

Anyway, that's my big childhood memory, and I'll say it has most people's "I was sitting at the Dairy Queen when Kennedy was shot" beat all to hell.

This is an incredible story. Much respect.

Dukasaur wrote:

2dimes wrote:
Did you grow cucumbers or peas, or was it all root vegetables?

Definitely a lot of peas! Beans, too. Vines are great for a balcony garden, because they use the vertical space that would otherwise be wasted. I remember radishes and kohlrabi and garlic. Not everything was edible. Some were just beautiful flowers. My grandmother loved her lobelia. Had a monstrous philodendron, too, that was bigger than I was.

It's all getting to be lost knowledge but flowers help the other stuff grow better. Some make the soil healthy others draw in the bees for pollination, some things chase off pests.

I really wish I could have a huge garden. Have been thinking of building a green house for things when winter comes back.

yeah, duk. i think i actually may have "felt" something...
and yeah, we(mom)had a huge garden when i was a kid. it was awesome. had a pile of fruit trees, too. it's amazing how much shit you can grow on a 1/2 acre of land, really. minus the house, shop, shed, driveway, lawn, chickencoop/barn thingy...

Kennedy was assassinated before I was born.

My grandparents had a great big garden. When I was 4 I was paid a penny for every potato bug I would pick off the potato plants and kill. We grew radishes, carrots, beets, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, beans (green and yellow), raspberries, rhubarb, many flowers as well as herbs such as summer savoury. I LOVE summer savoury. It's delicious in ground beef.

Napoleon died before I was born.

My grandparents had a great big cemetary. When I was 9 I was payed 10 Frank for every person I hit on the head with a shovel. We later grew zombies, undead, walkers, as well as many infectious diseases such as the walker bite. I LOVE walker bites. They spread so well.

Nicolae Ceausescu died before I was born.

My grandparents had a great big hotel. When I was 6 I was paid with a Super Nintendo for every time I asked for a Super Nintendo for Christmas. We grew apples and bought everything else from the supermarket. I LOVE Sichuan-style spicy fish. It's delicious when eaten on the balcony of your Taiwan province holiday home.

I HAD A NINTENDO BEFORE MOST OF YOU PUNK ASS KIDS WERE BORN!!!!

HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!

-you got mine beat!

Dukasaur wrote:

mrswdk wrote:I'm Mrs WDK and my primary purpose is to lower this forum's average age by about 6 years, to boost this forum's appeal to people who can't remember where they were when Kennedy got shot.

I was was still in diapers when they shot Kennedy. Had no effect on me.

The first clear memory of a world event that I have is the Soviet invasion of Prague.

My parents had fled to the West shortly after I was born. I was raised by my grandparents and I never realized they weren't my parents until later. My job in the house was to get up in the morning and tune in Radio Free Europe on the shortwave. My grandfather liked to wake up to the sound of Radio Free Europe. That was our little ritual together. We'd get up, have tea, listen to the radio, then have a quick prayer for the Communists to die, and then my grandfather would go off to work and I'd have time with my grandmother, growing things in our little garden on the balcony. It was an amazing childhood. My grandfather taught me about all the big, grand things in the world, the wars and revolutions and dynasties, and my grandmother taught me about all the small, lovely things in the world, things that give life, the flowers and seeds and butterflies and bees.

But that morning, there was no radio. All I got was horrible whines and squeaks. I did not know and would not have understood, but the Russians were jamming it. I went and woke up my grandfather, embarrassed to tell him, thinking I had broken the radio. He got up and found some official stations and got a handle on what was going on. Then he went to work. My grandmother begged him not to go, but he said "Don't be stupid. I went to work during Hitler, I went to work during Stalin, certainly Brezhnev is not going to stop me." And that was one of my biggest life lessons. You can't let the fuckers destroy you with fear. They might destroy you, but if you stand paralyzed with fear you save them the trouble.

That night, we went for a walk. "Aren't the Russians going to shoot me?" I asked. "No," said my grandfather, "even Russians aren't evil enough to shoot little children." He was lying, of course, but I was convinced, and I went into the streets without fear.

We saw the iconic sight of a Russian tank rolling down the street, deliberately rolling along the side of the street, crushing all the parked cars. The streets were wide open, there was no need. The bastard was doing it just for fun. I knew some of the people that owned those cars. Some of them stood in line with us when my grandmother was buying butter and cheese, and they gave me candy when I was impatient. Under the communists it took 20 years to save up for a car. Those men would never have another one.

Anyway, that's my big childhood memory, and I'll say it has most people's "I was sitting at the Dairy Queen when Kennedy was shot" beat all to hell.

ok, how about this one : where were you and what were you doing Sept. 11th, 2001?