Morgan Dreadlocke

Did ya be noticin' Mr Mercer impersonatin' a young man in that flick? I think ya needs ta follow a formula like the blues singers use. Somethin' like a random verb attached ta an animal with some sort 'o malady.

A long loadin' page fer those on dialup. Well worth it for the detailed closeup photos of surviving and reproduction string instruments. The Voboam 1680 double guitar be a gasm 'o want. Just can't swing the $7000 though Beautiful musical instruments

Here we is almost a year later. The MIL has pilfered all her grandkids fer a raid on DL . They gots a 2008 book that says Toad's ride is there. Whether it be old, new, or modified I can't be sayin. FYI

Still works OK on a slow dialup. Takes longer to load after their upgrade though.

Back in the 70's me first car was a '57 Chevy junker. Moved up to a '69 Pontiac GP model SJ. It was good fer about 9 mpg in the city an 140mph on the freeway . Was without a vehicle fer 2 years while in England. Got me first bike in '79, a little honda 185. Traded that for a FT500 single in '82. Meet the wife then, she had a '66 buick LeTunaClipper. Around '85 I found me dream truck. T'was a '63 Chevy panel suburban. Replaced EVERYTHING on that truck at least twice. It was slow, broke down constantly but it could go anywhere with only 2wd. Got a '70 Dodge camper pu after the clipper wore out. In '88 we left the city and in '89 the wife got a Plymouth Horizon. I had a series of small 4 cyl pu's after I quit tryin' to resurrect the 'Burb. Finally got a deal on a leftover '95 Toyota pickup in'96. In '01 me job moved to the far east side 'o town an at 80 miles round trip I started lookin' at bikes again. Got a Buell 500 single cause i figgered it would be almost like me old Honda 500. Well the ride was similar but the reliability was not. It was crap, plain and simple. There was a buyer incentive plan right after 9/11 to trade the 500's up to the 1200's. If you had paid $xxxx for the 5 they would give you $xxxx to move to the 12. I surely didn't be needin' somthin' that big but the 500 was spendin' every other weekend in the shop. Wife's Horizon died just after that wi' 285K on it. We acquired another wi' only 80k on it and she drove that until the engine fell out 'bout 2 year ago. Me boss sold me his wifes old Toyota Camry cheap, it had 330K on it, ran great, new tires brakes, everything works. Me Toy pu has 270K on it, major repairs has been a radiator, starter an fuel pump. Steering an suspension are still tight, and it gettin' @26mpg. Minor problems have been due to pack rats gettin in the wirin'. I's sold on Toyota quality cause I HATE workin' on vehicles.

I was readin' (on another board) that a new phrase similar to- "jump the shark" has been coined by this movie. You'll understand when ya hears it

Fer the pleasure of Purveyours de porke' I only steal the best fer me mates

Guilty 'o wot? Lookin' like one 'o them 3 blokes? Outta luck unlessin ya turns #1 upside down

I was awalkin' past an old derelict pub this afternoon. A bunch 'o bootleggers was hangin' out a second story window, carryin' on, pointin' at the ground and hollerin' THIRTEEN ! THIRTEEN ! THIRTEEN! I could nae see over the fence so's I peeked through a knot hole ta see what was a'happenin'. Some bastard pokes me in the eye wi' a stick and they all starts a'hollerin' FOURTEEN! FOURTEEN! FOURTEEN!

Well friday got us scattered rain an snow flurries. More wind. Today just under a hundered. Roll the die agin Mr Weatherman

/\ Dirty Dicks Pub in London. The grapevine story was that it be a pet store during WW2 an got bombed out. Next owners made it a pub wi' dead critters nailed ta the walls. The true story goes back another 140 years. Ye can find it online if ye be so inclined. Place was pretty grotty around '77 >MIL's takin' all the grandkids to SoCal next week. Rotten timin' cause they'll miss all the piratey events \/Ever get pulled over by the local constable while in garb?

lost in cyberspace , ignore

Blimey, that blokes got two right arms

Give me a picture or design and I can usually make it fairly cheap. Biggest problem has always been finding events that aren't halfway across the country and then getting there.

Swamp oak be twisted an knarly so's I must be callin' 'em as I sees 'em. (definitly need rum goggles before postin' "The Lucky Ugly Guy")

Tellin' bad jokes is one thing but wastin' a good gaff like that is a floggin' offence. The Hair cut...... One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut. After the cut he asked about his bill and the barber replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door. Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again rep lies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The cop is happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door. Later that day, a college professor comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The professor is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber opens his shop, there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen different books, such as 'How to Improve Your Business' and 'Becoming More Successful. 'Then, a Congressman comes in for a haircut, and when he goes to pay his bill the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The Congressman is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up, there are a dozen Congressmen lined up waiting for a free haircut.

104 yesterday, less than 5% humidity. Normal fer this area. Today windy as all getout, temps droppin, high 60's expected by friday.

A pirate is walking along the docks in Port Royal and a knockout looking hooker catches his eye. He strikes up a conversation and eventually asks the hooker, "How much do you charge?" Hooker replies, "It starts at 500 shillin's for a hand-job." Pirate says, "500 shillin's! For a hand-job! No hand-job is worth that kind of money!" The hooker says, "Do you see that pub on the corner?" "Yes." "Do you see the pub about a block further down?" "Yes." "And beyond that, do you see that third pub" "Yes." "Well," says the hooker, smiling invitingly, "I own those. And, I own them because I give service that's worth 500 shillin's." Pirate says, "What the hell? You only live once. I'll give it a try." They retire to a nearby inn. A short time later, the pirate is sitting on the bed realizing that he just experienced the hand-job of a lifetime, worth every bit of 500 shillin. He is so amazed, he says, "I suppose sumptin' oral is 1,000 shillin's?" The hooker replies, "1,500." Pirate hollers, "I wouldn't pay that!" The hooker replies, "Step over here to the window, Soggy-boy. Do you see that gamblin' establishment just across the street? I own that place outright. And I own it because I give service that's worth 1,500 shillin's." The pirate, basking in the afterglow of that terrific hand-job, decides to put off the buyin' supplies for another year or so, and says, "Sign me up." Ten minutes later, he is sitting on the bed more amazed than before. He can scarcely believe it but he feels he truly got his money's worth. He decides to dip into the crews share profits for one glorious and unforgettable experience. He asks the hooker, "How much a good old fashioned roll in the sack?" The hooker says, "Come over here to the window, I want to show you something. Do you see how the whole city of Port Royal is laid out before us, all those mercantile stores, shipyards, and warehouses?" "Damn!" the Pirate says, in awe, "You own the whole city?" "No," the hooker replies,- \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ "but I would if I was a woman."

__ out of 10. (pleads fifth ammendment)

Scum 'o the Earth hackers. A pox on 'em.

Thank you Sir!

Search function has never worked at my end. Always get a "this menu has been disabled" message. Could be either of win95 or less than 20kps dialup speed too. Bummer

Quit driving. Quit eating. Quit breathing. Send all your money to Algore.

12 lb turkeybird about to hit the BBQ. Whats leftover from tonight goes into the stewpot for turkey pie.

/\ I sees naught but the high end of a gibbet when the Devil's snowmobile come screachin' ta a stop in the town square < Ain't done nuthin' fer weeks \/ Pass the Q