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Wow, that's a lot of books on fishing. Mine are mostly historical. Churchill's History of the English-Speaking Peoples, 1st ed. set for example. I got rid of my National Geographic collection a few years ago to make room. Some issues dated back to 1919. So, I presume both you have several bookcases? How about you, John? Jan - no problem.

I've been going to used book sales much of the past year looking for hardcovers in good condition to collect, and have found many great titles in excellent condition for a fraction of what they cost new. Must be my thrifty Dutch ancestry that compels me to do this. I'm trying to rid my bookcase of paperbacks and build up a decent collection. A hobby, I suppose. Anyone else do this?

Just finished John Toland's 'Adolph Hitler' and am half through John Keegan's 'Soldiers'.

Thanks all. I hope that region gets more rain this spring. They're dry as a bone and their lakes are going dry. BTW, I was returning from Rome from a week of sightseeing among the Eyties. Great fun, but it's good to be back where everyone speaks english and I don't have to fumble through a conversation. I particularly enjoyed the ancient frescoes in the bordello at Pompei - anyone else seen them?

Whew. I was sitting on the tarmac in Atlanta on a Delta flight back to my home in Michigan last night just before takeoff, and noticed a lot of rain and lightning outside. So they closed the airport for perhaps 20 minutes, then re-opened when it let up. Right after we got airborne the pilot announced that a tornado had just struck downtown Atlanta, GA. After we got throught the storm cell it smoothed out, but was very bumpy on the way up. Story here

I'm sick of winter too. Too dismal. On the other hand we're just a tad under 100 inches of snow for the season which should make the lake levels rise when the damned stuff finally melts. I'm even tired of ice fishing. Is the drought still going on down South?

I liked #18.

I must share this. Kwame Kilpatrick, who is mayor of Detroit, is under fire for having had an affair with a top aide, misappropriating funds, etc. Someone took his contrite apology video and had some fun with it, inserting rap lyrics and making him look like a fool. I don't know how this will translate to you Brits, but Newt and Jan should enjoy it. I certainly had a few guffaws. Oh, and he refuses to step down as mayor. Youtube Video ->Original Video

Hey Baby, how about some boobweiser?

Subscription cards that fall out of magazines when you pick them up. Ban them.

Happy Birthday, Newt. Now assume the position on the couch this evening and watch the football game up in Green Bay. I'll tell you what, it's very cold, windy, and snowing here now, and it's probably worse there. And just think of all those Cheeseheads sitting in the stands. Bet you're glad to be in the sunny South.

Duncan Hunter, whoever he is. Actually, I'm going to vote for John McCain in today's Michigan primary. I've read a few e-rumors that the military has located WMD's in Iraq, but the Bush administration is keeping the news under wraps for now. If true it would be a colossal political surprise later on for Democrats. Anyone else hear this?

12 levels. I made the 11th level and scored 467,229. Traveler IQ - 121. I'm sure that many of you can do better than I did. Think I'll try again and maybe make the final level. Be forewarned: you had better know your countries, capitals, and famous places. Good luck! HERE

Here's a few more bumper stickers you might consider, Newt:

Dude. You Muck-raker. Wasn't it you that had a 'Nuke the Gay Whales for Jesus' bumper sticker??

Yeah? They should try slaloming around the potholes here in Michigan after the roads thaw in March.

I lived about 30 miles west of Fernley, in Reno. The Truckee River is the only outlet for Lake Tahoe, traveling downhill through Reno and Fernley before emptying into Pyramid Lake, in ancient times a salty sea like the Great Salt Lake. When Tahoe gets a lot of snow or rain the Truckee gets swollen fast and tends to flood. They need this precipitation down Newt's way. Incidentally, the headwaters of the Truckee is near the infamous Donner Pass. For what it's worth.

I believe this one may have been posted a few years back. Probably by Elton. DO NOT SHAVE YOUR A** HAIR! Don't Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble sh*tting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my a**-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my a**cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements: "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer; "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK; "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my a** of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My a** was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two a**cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic sh*t- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky sh*t/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. HOT-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my a** off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering sh*t/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my a** cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own sh*t blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my a** at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for a**-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my a**cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your a** having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR A**-HAIR!

Wow. Must be nice. I can have as many days off as I wish, however, none are paid since I'm self-employed.

1. GO TO THE FOLLOWING SITE : http://www.tatuagemdaboa.com.br/ 2. WRITE YOUR FIRST NAME IN THE 1st LINE. 3. WRITE YOUR SURNAME in the 2nd . No need to write your e.mail address. 4. Press the VISUALIZAR bar.

Well, that wind was brutal, Newt. Chicago had an 88 mph gust on Sunday, in fact. Surely you remember when the Vikings played in Metropolitan Stadium in Minnesota? That was the original Frozen Tundra.

I mistakenly left Green Bay's kicker on my Fantasy Football team yesterday in that blizzard. Duh. He had one extra point. Don't know why it didn't dawn on me until gametime, especially since I was outside all morning. Again, Duh.

To everyone

Good stuff. Love that 'Dueling Banjos' tune. I think I spotted a few dudes with purty mouths, too.

You've obviously mistaken me for someone else, Newt...I'm a lightweight in cold weather, too. Without a shanty I wouldn't fish hard water, either.