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Water is dirty
- Location
- Covington, WA
I'm still laughing. :roflmao:
Sorry, he sounded like somebodies beatch to me. Heck he called me a liar, I can only think of one other guy that was there that day who is still alive and doubt he'd appreciate a phone call from the inquisitor.
And somebody pipes the Coastie on board, gang tackle.
I never did say I was Special Forces, my first MOS was Scout, worked with them some, along with the Rangers and others, actually taught some courses they attended. I can think of worse things to be proud of.
Sucks that her son died because of her lack of preparation for what was supposed to be a fun camping trip. Points out a good maxim: don't head out alone, especially into somewhere like Death Valley.
Heck he called me a liar
Oh trust me...we all have called you a liar. Most just don't have the guts to say it out loud.![]()
Nice, resort to name calling. And you're the elder?My wife (and all of her sisters) play the same game, elect themselves judge and jury of any situation. Your husband (or boyfriend) must be a happy guy.
Nice, resort to name calling. And you're the elder?
But heck that's another story.
Just keep digging buddy. Just keep digging.Hey you were supposed to look at the map and call me a liar and tell me Kelso is closer than Ludlow and then I was supposed to tell you about how the Sheriff in Kelso ran me out of town and suggested I not come back. But heck that's another story.
Speaking of digging, during the big freeze at China Gardens I learned something valuable. Some layers of rock had frost on them, some didn't. The layers had actually rather radically different temperatures. You can actually follow rock stratum as they disappear into the sand and then reappear awhile later by the temperature (if you check it while it's cool out, before the sun hits it) same strata tend to have the same composition. It can save you some wasted digging if you are looking for specific minerals or ever do some prospecting.Just keep digging buddy. Just keep digging.
I read this story in the sf chronicle, and it was a jeep cherokee, and they found the thing with sand up to it's axles.
I wonder how many lives would be saved if highschools had mandatory training on first aid.
champ he's talking about you not the other guy.My wife (and all of her sisters) play the same game, elect themselves judge and jury of any situation. Your husband (or boyfriend) must be a happy guy.
Are you sure you don't have a unicorn farm on the East Coast? I know this large-foreheaded individual who used to hang out here. You guys would probably get along great...