the settings don't mean a thing..if someone is interested in you. they're allowed to contact you..even if they are a 15 hour drive away..then again it may be worth it..my ex-girlfriend of 4½ years lived 12 hours away, she moved in 2 months and it was great..until she left..

Ummm, it's a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving..I think? wasn't that a movie?

Wow, and to think I didn't mind driving 15½ hours to see someone in St. Louis which is over 1050 miles away. unfortunately it wasn't meant to be..but the drive was memorable.

wine coolers!..bunch of amateurs..( laughing )

here, this will knock you out, my own personal recipe:
¼ shot 151 Bacardi Rum
¼ shot Apricot Brandy
¼ shot Peppermint Schnapps
¼ shot Tanqueray Gin
served on the rocks with a splash of ginger ale.
It looks like gasoline and could probably power a small car..oh say a Mini..or a fully loaded school bus!

Isn't Canada the 51st or 52nd State? or was that Puerto Rico?

thats too funny, I was looking for the blind chic with a drinking problem..lmao

How come either the pool boy or pizza delivery boy gets all the action.... and never the guy with the lawn mower?

That happened to me, I came home from work, all her ( Wife ) stuff was removed from the house, It took another 6 months for the divorce to be settled, and another 5 years for the nightmares ( dreaming that she leaves me night after night ) to finally end. but I still have separation anxiety. I would never, ever take her back !!

cranberry juice and tuna...just kidding ! Prime Rib with a Baked Sweet Potato and Cesar salad.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide
where to go.

TJN was one of the yahoo accounts: silent40u@yahoo.com? thats a scammer!

I thought this was going to be the dirty one where Cinderella was cheating on the prince and it upsets the good witch, who turned Cinderella's privates into a pumpkin, then 2 weeks later the witch sees Cinderella with a smile on her face and asks why? Cinderella replies that she's met Peter, peter, pumpkin eater.

When I read the headline " Spam from the North Pole" I was going to say " wasn't Spam the national lunch meat of Canada?
People Be Careful! I received an E-mail from one of those Alaskan profiles, turns out it was really from Amsterdam, and it was a money order scam!
the scam is based on the Russian Mail order bride scam, they sent me pictures of this beautiful swimsuit model, with a heartbreaking story, then she wanted me to pay for half her trip $950.00.
if you receive one of these letters, open up the properties on the sent e-mail and look for the "received from IP address" ( exe: 81.29.225.13 ) then open up this website: http://ws.arin.net/whois/?queryinput=81.29.225.13
and inside the box type in the ip address and it will tell you where that e-mail came from, it's easy to do, just takes time to cut and paste the series of numbers to do the search.

Good Morning, We get lots of Polar bears here in Florida, they're also called Canadians!!

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten.
Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

These are the things I learned:

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
And then remember the ****-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm.

Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

I'm supposed to sell my home in Florida and move to Bonne Terre, Mo. "As if" there are more jobs in that small little town? and No, I don't want to work at the Prison..and the house I'm supposed to buy cheap.. it needs to be condemned and torn down. rotted wood beams, cracked red brick, no eves on the roof, crappy asphalt driveway, and every single piece of concrete sidewalk is cracked. and I can own it all for $80,000! on a quarter acre! AcK!

Hey, it even works with nicknames..

D : Cute
U : Very good kisser
M : Can b funny and dumb @ times
B : Love people
A : Hot
S : Makes people laugh
S : Makes people laugh

under the letter E, what is Ual ? United Airlines?

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it
or fade it,
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it's not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up,
after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you,
from the inside,
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."