woodworker

For Van, and all the good guys here.    

For Cathy,.. Wherever she may be?

And before you get the wrong idea, she always liked this song.   It sort of touched her in certain ways.

And so did I for a while.

4 hours ago, StnCld316 said:

We have a Canadian Anthem but our Fucking Politicians keep feeling the need to keep changing the words every couple of years.

They just got to keep making changes to please the immigrants.

Why don't they just have the immigrants fire their guns into the air afterwards?    

I know that most Muslims seem to go for that in a big way.   Usually mixed in with that absurd noise that their women folk all make with their tongues.    Very jubilant.  

Thanks Harley,.. As usual.

It's time to take the hill, and drive a dagger through that black heart.  

There use to be a motel on Telegraph Ave back in Detroit called the Clock Motel. 

You pay for the room by the hour, hence the name.

A truly disgusting place, where housekeeping would literally just sweep the used condoms there under the bed.       

I've got some Time-Life classics here for ya.

There, that's more in line with what I had in mind.

Boy, if that one doesn't make you want to get up and dance a jig, nothing will.  

Vlad, the impaler.   Minus the screams.    Otherwise known as the Transylvania Poka.

A mournful pipe organ probably would have been a better fit. 

1 hour ago, Newton said:

I assume that your quandary pertains to the pink box-like contraption with the black cord between Leora's legs. The uses of the other pink contraption between Leora's legs, the vertical one slightly behind and to the left of the former are most probably very familiar to you and require no explanation.  

Oh that thing.  Yeah sure, I cognize it as both an old friend, and a treacherous lure.   Kind of like fly paper.   

Or should I say, that your presumptions are not incongruent with that of my own recollections, sir.

And I admire your courtly etiquette sir, all very fit and proper.   Much as Leora's pussy I might add.

I almost feel as though I am at Downton Abbey for the moment, rather than at Paul and Leora's apartment.    

Shall I send for some tea?

On ‎8‎/‎13‎/‎2016 at 8:20 AM, K.Lane said:

I'm still trying to figure out what that contraption is suppose to do?

First I thought that it might be some sort of mini tanning light, but then I thought perhaps it's one of those photon shooting gizmos that they use in the meat packing industry to help kill off bacteria.  Which is not a bad thing to have close by with a guy like Paul around, when you think of it.   And besides, she's always been a very fastidious girl when it comes to that of her own personal cleanliness.    

I mean, other than having the dog lick it off, it's probably the next best thing.

Yeah, she was probably running away from a mosquito down there.   That kind of thing could cut a lot of time off of your run and put you back in the lead.

The way Dylan guards his royalty rights I'd be lucky if this stays up here for more than ten minutes.

But this was the song that was playing at Lee's pool hall way back when I was young, and had nearly averted a brawl, which could have been ugly, with the way that I was back in those days.

Lee's was an old time joint off in my neighborhood, a narrow building with cinder block walls, and long wooden troughs filled with sand to put your cigarette butts in.   Even the tables, just like old Lee himself were from back in the thirties and forties.  

Anyway, he use to hide some of us out in the back storage room when I was fourteen and would skip school.  

So, over the years I grew to like Lee very much.  

Well, a little later on when I was then sixteen, and while this song just happened to be playing, Danny, while breaking, hit the que ball too low and it leaped off the table like a rocket and after bouncing hard off one of the walls came close to hitting some of the other toughs a little ways off.   The guy was a bit angry, but then looked at my watchful eye, and kindly tossed the ball back gently instead.

Then, old Minnesota slop, reared back to break again, and WHAM!   Right off the table, then off the wall, and right back at that same guy once again.   He almost lost it, but when he saw that I had already stuck my pool que into the corner pocket of my table and had a severe bend now going on as I was about to snap it in two to lance my would be adversaries with it, he re-considered once again.

And to think that this sort of memory could be sparked by a simple little tune as this.

On ‎2016‎-‎08‎-‎11 at 1:20 PM, Dan1456 said:

Has her smart glasses and using NEW form of computer virus protection LOLOL

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Dear Woodworker,

Thank you very much for your kind, and insightful letter.  To be a little honest, you made me blush. (giggle, giggle).. And frankly that hasn't happened to me in months.   I will certainly try that the next time I am twiddling myself.  

With high regards, your very anxious Leora

To all those that have made for good company here at Camcaps,.. I want to thank you, sincerely.

So long everyone.

On ‎8‎/‎1‎/‎2016 at 7:34 PM, van the man said:

Oh by the way Scotland will never vote for independence. The people of Scotland know they would be a bankrupt tiny nation on the outer limits of Europe and would sink into chaos and poverty within week or months. Without the English sending them buckets of money and guaranteeing both their debt and currency Scotland would cease to exist. With oil prices at $140 a barrel the Economic outlook for an independent Scotland was on shaky ground, at $40 it would mean austerity beyond anyone's imagination!!!

The English would vote Scotland out of the UK in the blink of an eye if given a vote on the subject. The Scots given a second 'once in a lifetime' referendum would vote No and continue to hold out their hands for piles of our English pounds!!!

They're just like fleas riding upon the great dogs back.    Good for nothing!