The Worthless Thread for Specifically Increasing Post Numbers

[Twisted]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

 

[16KJV11]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

Served along side a platter of deep fried crawdads!

 

[Twisted]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

Served along side a platter of deep fried crawdads!

Makes my mouth water for some prune pudding!

 

[16KJV11]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

Served along side a platter of deep fried crawdads!

Makes my mouth water for some prune pudding!

As long as it's deep fried.

 

[Twisted]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

Served along side a platter of deep fried crawdads!

Makes my mouth water for some prune pudding!

As long as it's deep fried.

?.....now that's an idea!

 

[16KJV11]

I'm in desperate need of a 1/4" drive socket extension.

Some of the hardware difficult to remove so you can escape?

Now who would want to escape paradise?

We've figured out how to get the cooler door off.  That's where they store the moon pies.

And the RC Cola?

All shipped to Alabama.

Right beside the boiled peanuts.

And deep-fried pickles.

Served along side a platter of deep fried crawdads!

Makes my mouth water for some prune pudding!

As long as it's deep fried.

?.....now that's an idea!

Don't forget about the black eyed peas.  Fiber rich!

 

[Twisted]

Who wins the World Series?

 

[16KJV11]

Who wins the World Series?

A baseball team

 

[Twisted]

Who wins the World Series?

A baseball team

I thought from the way they're playing, that the New England Patriots would win it.

 

[Twisted]

Friday.

 

[16KJV11]

Friday.

Prune ice cream night?

 

[Baptist City Holdout]

Friday.

It is.

 

[16KJV11]

This is the 1000th Worthless Reply!

Oh, the memories  :'(

 

[Twisted]

Friday.

Prune ice cream night?

Oh yes!  Homemade! 

 

[Twisted]

How many on the buses today?

 

[16KJV11]

Ah, yes, post 2000.
A historical day in the annals of the HAC forum.

Ah yes, precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul....
BUT IT'S ON TO 3000 MATEYS! 

 

[Twisted]

Ah, yes, post 2000.
A historical day in the annals of the HAC forum.

Ah yes, precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul....
BUT IT'S ON TO 3000 MATEYS! 

Rock on!

 

[16KJV11]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

And San Francisco?s Golden Gate.

I love St. Loius' friendly arch.

The Statue of Liberty's burning torch

The Washington Monument's prickly goad

And Colorado's trail ridge road.

I love "My Country, Tis of Thee,"

Oh, blessed land of liberty.

Long may our glorious land be bright,

With freedom's wondrous holy light,

Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o'er heart

And think of those who did their part,

Who left a mom a lone gold star,

Whose bodies rest 'neath fields afar.

I love New England's rolling farms,

Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea's freshened blooms,

East Texas' roses sparkling prunes.

I love it when my church choir sings,

And know the peace that worship brings.

Their beats within my breast a dream

That that small faint flickering gleam

Will soon become a mighty flame

To spread to all His matchless name:

That those dear four who call me "Dad"

Will know the country I have had;

Where freedom's flag flies proud and high,

And those dear ones may loudly cry,

 

[16KJV11]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

And San Francisco?s Golden Gate.

I love St. Loius' friendly arch.

The Statue of Liberty's burning torch

The Washington Monument's prickly goad

And Colorado's trail ridge road.

I love "My Country, Tis of Thee,"

Oh, blessed land of liberty.

Long may our glorious land be bright,

With freedom's wondrous holy light,

Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o'er heart

And think of those who did their part,

Who left a mom a lone gold star,

Whose bodies rest 'neath fields afar.

I love New England's rolling farms,

Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea's freshened blooms,

East Texas' roses sparkling prunes.

I love it when my church choir sings,

And know the peace that worship brings.

Their beats within my breast a dream

That that small faint flickering gleam

Will soon become a mighty flame

To spread to all His matchless name:

That those dear four who call me "Dad"

Will know the country I have had;

Where freedom's flag flies proud and high,

And those dear ones may loudly cry,

"I'm free! My dad helped make it so.

 

[16KJV11]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

And San Francisco?s Golden Gate.

I love St. Loius' friendly arch.

The Statue of Liberty's burning torch

The Washington Monument's prickly goad

And Colorado's trail ridge road.

I love "My Country, Tis of Thee,"

Oh, blessed land of liberty.

Long may our glorious land be bright,

With freedom's wondrous holy light,

Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o'er heart

And think of those who did their part,

Who left a mom a lone gold star,

Whose bodies rest 'neath fields afar.

I love New England's rolling farms,

Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea's freshened blooms,

East Texas' roses sparkling prunes.

I love it when my church choir sings,

And know the peace that worship brings.

Their beats within my breast a dream

That that small faint flickering gleam

Will soon become a mighty flame

To spread to all His matchless name:

That those dear four who call me "Dad"

Will know the country I have had;

Where freedom's flag flies proud and high,

And those dear ones may loudly cry,

"I'm free! My dad helped make it so.

That faint small gleam is now aglow!