A guy goes ice fishing for the very first time. All of a sudden, he hears a voice. “There are no fish under the ice!” He ignores it and moves to another area, cuts a hole, and tosses his line in. Again, he hears the booming voice: “There are no fish under the ice!” He nervously looks up and asks, “Lord? Is that you?” “No, this is the rink manager!”

Having flown recently they only give out bottled drinks, nothing poured out.

There's another choice that starts like "bike" and ends like "wench" ... but had he chosen that, if she hadn't chosen to be long gone ... her parents/mother hadn't trained her very well. Hi maggie ... looks like your critter doesn't have a very high opinion of (him)self. o j

I remember using Mapquest for DD’s gymnastics meets in other states. Invariably, MQ would get us just so far. In see other cars pulling up to a convenience store, paper in hand as all of a sudden the directions didn’t make sense. As it turned out, they were going to the same meet I was!