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Lady, woman, female, , , , 43 is still a girl from a certain perspective and hep for that.

 

It all sounds cool - not least your knowledge of guitars in front of the pros here and there. I'm sure we are a few who recognize the situation.

 

Wonder what the path to the TV Bird looked like. I know there was a Std. Bird before.

 

You should post pics and samples.

 

 

I recall when I was a little kid at my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary party,

my dad and uncles were cutting up, telling jokes, and singing....um....er......ah....."Colorful Songs", <wink wink>.

 

My grandmother announced, "Dàmñ kids!" This would have been in 1960.... so my dad was 42, and his brothers were a few older and a few younger.

 

All is "real kids" got the biggest bang out of that!

 

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Cool.

 

I'm a dual sporter....

 

Here's my next ride.

 

http://www.kawasaki.com/Products/Product-Specifications.aspx?scid=14&id=802

 

Now that looks like fun!!

 

Ah yes, two wheels are more fun. This winter I won't be getting out on any of the bikes. Too much work to re-winterize them and they've started putting WAY too much SALT & SAND on the roads already this season.

 

Best wishes go out to G.Girl and hope things, whatever they may be, go okay for her!!

 

Aster

 

One of the iron ponies in the stable. (in his hotrod fenders & tank paint scheme) Love the yellow pearl outfit he has for touring too w/ bags & tour pack) Oh but winter is the time to fancy guitars, I keep forgetting! [biggrin]

 

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Nice hijack, back too the orig thread

 

Most of you are aware that Karen just recently completed chemo treatments, depressing enough in it's own right. While undergoing the treatments her horse died at the stables where she kept it boarded. That was hard enough on her, but when she bought another only to have it die a few days later, she was in a real funk. (the main reason she has not been active here).

 

Shortly after the last of her treatments she found the means to buy another horse and had enough time to develop a bond with it before it also died unexpectedly of colic. Tough year for a great young lady.

The good news is that another friend was able to find the time to get to Calgary and check on her...still going through a bit of emotional trauma (she does love her horses) but she's gettin better.

 

I'll pass along the good thoughts and well wishes and perhaps we'll see her here in the new year.

 

Odds are I won't be logged on again before 2014 sooo.......Merry Christmas and a happy new year to All of you

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My small grandson got lost at the shopping mall

 

He approached a uniformed security guard and said "I've lost my grandpa!"

The guard asked"What's his name?"

"Grandpa".

The guard smiled, then asked "What's he like"?

 

The tyke hesitated, then said:

 

"Crown Royal Whiskey."

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Nice hijack, back too the orig thread

 

Most of you are aware that Karen just recently completed chemo treatments, depressing enough in it's own right. While undergoing the treatments her horse died at the stables where she kept it boarded. That was hard enough on her, but when she bought another only to have it die a few days later, she was in a real funk. (the main reason she has not been active here).

 

Shortly after the last of her treatments she found the means to buy another horse and had enough time to develop a bond with it before it also died unexpectedly of colic. Tough year for a great young lady.

The good news is that another friend was able to find the time to get to Calgary and check on her...still going through a bit of emotional trauma (she does love her horses) but she's gettin better.

 

I'll pass along the good thoughts and well wishes and perhaps we'll see her here in the new year.

 

Odds are I won't be logged on again before 2014 sooo.......Merry Christmas and a happy new year to All of you

 

best wishes thoughts and prayers come back soon

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My small grandson got lost at the shopping mall

 

He approached a uniformed security guard and said "I've lost my grandpa!"

The guard asked"What's his name?"

"Grandpa".

The guard smiled, then asked "What's he like"?

 

The tyke hesitated, then said:

 

"Crown Royal Whiskey."

 

 

Ah yes, Canadian Whiskey. Or, as W.C. Fields once remarked, "Who put pineapple juice in my pineapple juice?"

My sister just completed a full year of cancer treatment. On her last day of her radiation therapy, her Oncologist found a blood clot in her lung. ER said it was life threatening. Fortunately, after a week in hospital, they broke it up and she is AOK now. There are few things more unfair in life than to be hit with other tragedies while you are fighting cancer.

On horses, also an observation. I go once a week to help out at a Horse Rescue ranch where they have approximately 70 horses. These are mostly the discarded ones - lame, blind, unruly. It is sad, because every so often one dies. The old ones are the saddest to work with. I sometimes think old horses and old dogs make better friends than old humans. You can make friends with any horse if you have a carrot. People not so much.

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Ah yes, Canadian Whiskey. Or, as W.C. Fields once remarked, "Who put pineapple juice in my pineapple juice?"

My sister just completed a full year of cancer treatment. On her last day of her radiation therapy, her Oncologist found a blood clot in her lung. ER said it was life threatening. Fortunately, after a week in hospital, they broke it up and she is AOK now. There are few things more unfair in life than to be hit with other tragedies while you are fighting cancer.

On horses, also an observation. I go once a week to help out at a Horse Rescue ranch where they have approximately 70 horses. These are mostly the discarded ones - lame, blind, unruly. It is sad, because every so often one dies. The old ones are the saddest to work with. I sometimes think old horses and old dogs make better friends than old humans. You can make friends with any horse if you have a carrot. People not so much.

 

40-Y-P....you'll go to heaven for that act alone!

 

I love my old dogs more than one could know. My old girl is now 14, (on the day after Christmas), and she's with me every minute I'm home..... no better friend!

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Wow, sounds like one of those times when bad things just pile up. Most of us have been there, I'll bet (I know I have), but I've got to say this is quite a streak of trouble for one person.

 

Let's keep this one on page 1 until we get some good news about GG. I know we are wishing her the best in our own ways.

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Boudreaux's Vasectomy

After having their 10th child, Boudreaux and Clotile decided that that was enough. So Boudreaux went to the doctor and told the doctor that he and Clotile didn't want to have any more children. The doctor told Boudreaux that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem.

The doctor told Boudreaux that he was to go home, get a cherry bomb, light the fuse, put the cherry bomb in a can, then hold the can up to his ear, and count to 10.

Boudreaux said to the doctor "I may not be the smartest man, but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb in a can next to my ear is going to help us not have any more children."

So Boudreaux and Clotile drove to Texas to get a second opinion.

The Texas doctor was just about to tell them about the procedure for a vasectomy when he figured out who he was dealing with. So, the doctor told Boudreaux to go home and get a cherry bomb, light the fuse, place the cherry bomb in a tin can, hold it next to his ear, and count to 10.

Figuring that both doctors couldn't be wrong, Boudreaux went home, got a cherry bomb, lit the fuse, and put the cherry bomb in a can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count on his fingers, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." at which point he paused, placed the can between his legs, and resumed his counting with the fingers on his other hand.............

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Murph, You're going to get us all investigated by the PC Police for writing and reading things that make people uncomfortable. First it was the Candadians and their whiskey, now it's the French Americans and their time-honored medical procedures. Next you'll attract PETA with slurs against chickens jaywalking.

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Murph, You're going to get us all investigated by the PC Police for writing and reading things that make people uncomfortable. First it was the Candadians and their whiskey, now it's the French Americans and their time-honored medical procedures. Next you'll attract PETA with slurs against chickens jaywalking.

 

 

How about Native Americans?

 

There were three Indian squaws. One slept on a deer skin, one slept on an elk skin, and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All three became pregnant. The first two each had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys. This just goes to prove that the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.

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How about Native Americans?

 

There were three Indian squaws. One slept on a deer skin, one slept on an elk skin, and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All three became pregnant. The first two each had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys. This just goes to prove that the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.

 

Isn't that the Pocahontrean theorem?

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That's a good joke especially since I love puns, but... I ain't gonna tell it around here...

 

Talk about locally "politically incorrect..." And that's an understatement.

 

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How 'bout if you change it a little?

 

There were three indigenous peoples of the female gender. One slept on a deer skin, (which had died from natural causes), one slept on an elk skin, (which had died from old age), and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin, (which was Faux hippo skin).

All three became pregnant, and they decided not to abort the fetuses.

The first two each had a baby boy, (which were IMMEDIATELY put on Retalin). The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys.

This just goes to prove that the indigenous person of the female gender of the faux hippopotamus is presumed equal to the sons of the indigenous peoples of the female gender of the other two hides.

 

Kinda loses something...... but then EVERYTHING loses something when PC is applied!

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