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[slowbluesriff]

sob.

[RD]

  Mine will busy lighting cigars! ! ! 

I know where the Ceegar store is in Luckenbach.

[hooter]

  Mine will busy lighting cigars! ! ! 

I know where the Ceegar store is in Luckenbach.

Yep I do too except he's to high for a dried out stogie. Don't guess it matters in Luckenbach thought

[rod181]

so who is not going BBT and whats going on this weekend ?

[SouthernXer]

so who is not going BBT and whats going on this weekend ?

Scottish Rite ride, as far as I know.

[studdog]

ABC Poker Run to benefit the Scotish Rite Hospital is all I know.  Here is the ABC site with registration forms.

http://www.abcnt.org/activities_pokerrun.cfm

This is the thread. 

http://www.texasxriders.com/index.php?topic=4295.0

[iluvink]

I plan on making this run, so if anyone is coming from DFW airport area and wants to ride over, let me know.

[studdog]

There are two routes this year; an East and a West.  They each have their own registration/starting point.  Which one are you going to ink?

[hooter]

so who is not going BBT and whats going on this weekend ?

And the saga goes on:
As the loney Panda sits in his dark and dingey room in front of his blank computer screen anxiously waiting for some kinda message from for the deep emptyness of cyberspace to appear, he takes a long draw off his last cigerette and puts it out in the ashtray that's already overflowing with the others he had smoked earlier. The burning question keeps going thru his mind and everytime it repeates itself, it gets louder and louder "Why doesn't somebody out there reply?"  Depression starts to overcome his senses as he looks at his half empty warm beer, this too is his last. He was trying to save it for the celebration of someone answering his lonely call. Depression is getting deeper, the burning question is now a roar in his head "Why oh why won't somebody please answer". "I can't take much more of this" he yells, so then Panda grabs the hot half emply beer, slams it down and with the foam still running down his chin and in his hysterical madness opens up the desk drawer to his right where he has kept his Colt 9mm pistol for many months now, just waiting for the right moment to use it. He slowly reaches in, pulls it out and lays it on the desk and admires the lines and features of this firearm. His hand slowly reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a map and sez "sheet, it ain't that far to Freddyburg". Come on man. Oh by the way, nobody's left in town eXcert you cause we're all down there~!

[studdog]

Hooter you have a gift for optimism.  I had never imagined rod's life was anywhere near this cheerful.   

[SilverTribal Driver]

I plan on making this run, so if anyone is coming from DFW airport area and wants to ride over, let me know.

Ink, lets meet up at the Icehouse... Or were you planning on doing the East ride???

[SouthernXer]

so who is not going BBT and whats going on this weekend ?

And the saga goes on:
As the loney Panda sits in his dark and dingey room in front of his blank computer screen anxiously waiting for some kinda message from for the deep emptyness of cyberspace to appear, he takes a long draw off his last cigerette and puts it out in the ashtray that's already overflowing with the others he had smoked earlier. The burning question keeps going thru his mind and everytime it repeates itself, it gets louder and louder "Why doesn't somebody out there reply?"  Depression starts to overcome his senses as he looks at his half empty warm beer, this too is his last. He was trying to save it for the celebration of someone answering his lonely call. Depression is getting deeper, the burning question is now a roar in his head "Why oh why won't somebody please answer". "I can't take much more of this" he yells, so then Panda grabs the hot half emply beer, slams it down and with the foam still running down his chin and in his hysterical madness opens up the desk drawer to his right where he has kept his Colt 9mm pistol for many months now, just waiting for the right moment to use it. He slowly reaches in, pulls it out and lays it on the desk and admires the lines and features of this firearm. His hand slowly reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a map and sez "sheet, it ain't that far to Freddyburg". Come on man. Oh by the way, nobody's left in town eXcert you cause we're all down there~!

Bravo!!!  Well fuckin' written, Hoot!  I could taste the warm beer and smell the cigarette while reading this.   

[hooter]

Thanks, 

[T-BIRD]

so who is not going BBT and whats going on this weekend ?

And the saga goes on:
As the loney Panda sits in his dark and dingey room in front of his blank computer screen anxiously waiting for some kinda message from for the deep emptyness of cyberspace to appear, he takes a long draw off his last cigerette and puts it out in the ashtray that's already overflowing with the others he had smoked earlier. The burning question keeps going thru his mind and everytime it repeates itself, it gets louder and louder "Why doesn't somebody out there reply?"  Depression starts to overcome his senses as he looks at his half empty warm beer, this too is his last. He was trying to save it for the celebration of someone answering his lonely call. Depression is getting deeper, the burning question is now a roar in his head "Why oh why won't somebody please answer". "I can't take much more of this" he yells, so then Panda grabs the hot half emply beer, slams it down and with the foam still running down his chin and in his hysterical madness opens up the desk drawer to his right where he has kept his Colt 9mm pistol for many months now, just waiting for the right moment to use it. He slowly reaches in, pulls it out and lays it on the desk and admires the lines and features of this firearm. His hand slowly reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a map and sez "sheet, it ain't that far to Freddyburg". Come on man. Oh by the way, nobody's left in town eXcert you cause we're all down there~!

IT will be okay the Panda forgot how to load the ammunition.

[slowbluesriff]

I always knew hooters are more than just eye candy...they can type too!