Uncle Al
Senior Cook
I could be wrong but ..... I just noticed, after careful examination, that Woodmans avatar is of a Blonde woman with a ribbon in her hair :lmao:
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So... He REALLY is a she and should change his name to WOODWOMAN !!
The rumors are no longer rumors.
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The rumors are no longer rumors.
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Jeff E said:
Or "No Wood" Man.[/quote:3tv8q3iw]
HaaHaaaa!! LMAO!!!
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He's not gone yet..GlennR said:beatin' the guy up when he's out of town for a week. You folks should be ashamed!
Woodman said:
Fair game!
Uncle Al
Senior Cook
Hmmm ???? Didn't the Beatles do that song ?? He's a real "NoWood Man."
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GlennR said:beatin' the guy up when he's out of town for a week. You folks should be ashamed!
Always more fun to talk trash when he's not around! It will take him a week to sift through all of the posts by the time he returns!
Woodman1
Executive Chef
OK "Pillsbury Dough Boy in a Chef's hat!!" For the historically challenged, I believe they were goin for "The Father of Our Country" ,with that avatar! So, when you insult my avatar, you strike at the heart of all we Americans, find sacred and dear. Maybe, you think that an avatar of a guy with a towel wrapped around his head, choppin a baby's head off would be better ? My avatar represents all that is great about America , a guy in capri pants, chopping down a tree so he could prove he's not a liar!!! Why you can't see that...........oh wait, you're from................that blue state back east...........
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Have fun in Vegas, you obviously need a vacation!
Woodman1
Executive Chef
Nah, this is all business. Standing alone at the booth all day trying to hawk plastics. No lunch, no time to pee! I usually follow this routine out there:
1) up at about 4:00-5:00. Out to walk 5-7 miles briskly on the strip. (You see some weird shit at that hour. One time I hadda break up a fight between two gay women.....seriously!)
2) 7:00 Breakfast at the IHOP to hold me over.
3) 8:00 walkl over to the Sands Expo Center (2 miles)
4) 9-5 sell stuff
5) Walk back to the hotel (2 miles)
6) Eat something until I about burst ( hey, it's free!)
7) Either go out and walk (it's fun to "fast walk" in the crowds darting around people to keep pace) or vegitate and get a movie)
Walking is how I compensate for all the disgusting , gluttonous, piggery I am subjected to in the world of "expense account meals!!!!" I have walking routes of 5-8 miles laid out in cities all across America! Chicago ? State to Roosevelt across to Grant Park, down to the museums, back up to Michigan and north. New Orleans? Omaha? Shelby NC?Grand Rapids Mi?
Problem in New Orleans is, the last part always takes me past Cafe Du Monde! Kinda defeats the purpose aye?
1) up at about 4:00-5:00. Out to walk 5-7 miles briskly on the strip. (You see some weird shit at that hour. One time I hadda break up a fight between two gay women.....seriously!)
2) 7:00 Breakfast at the IHOP to hold me over.
3) 8:00 walkl over to the Sands Expo Center (2 miles)
4) 9-5 sell stuff
5) Walk back to the hotel (2 miles)
6) Eat something until I about burst ( hey, it's free!)
7) Either go out and walk (it's fun to "fast walk" in the crowds darting around people to keep pace) or vegitate and get a movie)
Walking is how I compensate for all the disgusting , gluttonous, piggery I am subjected to in the world of "expense account meals!!!!" I have walking routes of 5-8 miles laid out in cities all across America! Chicago ? State to Roosevelt across to Grant Park, down to the museums, back up to Michigan and north. New Orleans? Omaha? Shelby NC?Grand Rapids Mi?
Problem in New Orleans is, the last part always takes me past Cafe Du Monde!
Kinda defeats the purpose aye?Captain Morgan
Chef Extraordinaire
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Well, Girlyman knows, so what does that say??? :smt061
Uncle Al
Senior Cook
I'm so sorry Mr. Woodpants to have mistaken the father of our country for a blonde bimbo chopping at a tree. Here's the real story...
The Truth About George Washington
And That Tree
Once in a great while I come across one of those e-mail chain letters that’s worth passing on. I got one the other day that made the grade.
Here, then, strictly in the interest of making you smile this morning and with no partisanship implied, is a little something forwarded by a friend. I Know not where it originated.
"George?"
"Yes, Father."
"Did you cut down my cherry tree?"
"No, Father."
"Well, I’m very disappointed in you, George."
"Why, Father?"
"Because 12 people saw you cut down the cherry tree with your hatchet. Would you like to change your previous answer, George?"
"No, Father. I believe the answer I gave you was legally accurate. In my own mind, I was telling you the truth."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you asked me if I had ‘cut’ down the tree. In my own mind, it seemed to me that ‘cutting’ is something one does with a knife or a sickle. Since I used my little hatchet, the relationship I had with the tree, while perhaps inappropriate, was not a ‘cutting’ relationship. I would call it a ‘chopping’ relationship..."
"I’ll give you another chance, George. Did you chop down my cherry tree?"
"No, Father."
"Why do you still say no?"
"Because I cannot tell a lie. And in my own mind I did not ‘chop’ down your cherry tree."
"Well what did you do then?"
"I chopped it into two pieces and one fell to the ground."
"So you chopped it down."
"No, I merely chopped it. The force of gravity caused it to fall down. Were it not for the force of gravity, over which I have absolutely no control, the tree, though segmented, would presumably still be up, not down."
"One more chance, George. Did you chop my cherry tree down?"
"No, Father."
"HOW CAN YOU SAY NO?"
"Because of my regard for the truth. What is that object at which I am pointing?"
"It’s the stump of the cherry tree."
"And isn’t the stump part of the tree, Father? In fact, isn’t it the most important part of the tree, since without a stump there would be no tree?"
"I guess so."
"Yet the stump is still standing. So when you asked me if I had chopped down the tree, my own mind said to me, ‘Tell the truth.’ And the truthful answer is no. You chopped, gravity caused part of the tree to fall, yet the most important part of the tree is still standing."
"I see."
"All I can suppose, Father, is that those 12 people whose exaggerated claims allege they saw me ‘cut down’ the entire ‘tree’ were motivated not by a search for truth but by some personal vendetta against me, perhaps because I am from Virginia."
"George, you’re a real..."
"Thank you, Father.
Al
The Truth About George Washington
And That Tree
Once in a great while I come across one of those e-mail chain letters that’s worth passing on. I got one the other day that made the grade.
Here, then, strictly in the interest of making you smile this morning and with no partisanship implied, is a little something forwarded by a friend. I Know not where it originated.
"George?"
"Yes, Father."
"Did you cut down my cherry tree?"
"No, Father."
"Well, I’m very disappointed in you, George."
"Why, Father?"
"Because 12 people saw you cut down the cherry tree with your hatchet. Would you like to change your previous answer, George?"
"No, Father. I believe the answer I gave you was legally accurate. In my own mind, I was telling you the truth."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you asked me if I had ‘cut’ down the tree. In my own mind, it seemed to me that ‘cutting’ is something one does with a knife or a sickle. Since I used my little hatchet, the relationship I had with the tree, while perhaps inappropriate, was not a ‘cutting’ relationship. I would call it a ‘chopping’ relationship..."
"I’ll give you another chance, George. Did you chop down my cherry tree?"
"No, Father."
"Why do you still say no?"
"Because I cannot tell a lie. And in my own mind I did not ‘chop’ down your cherry tree."
"Well what did you do then?"
"I chopped it into two pieces and one fell to the ground."
"So you chopped it down."
"No, I merely chopped it. The force of gravity caused it to fall down. Were it not for the force of gravity, over which I have absolutely no control, the tree, though segmented, would presumably still be up, not down."
"One more chance, George. Did you chop my cherry tree down?"
"No, Father."
"HOW CAN YOU SAY NO?"
"Because of my regard for the truth. What is that object at which I am pointing?"
"It’s the stump of the cherry tree."
"And isn’t the stump part of the tree, Father? In fact, isn’t it the most important part of the tree, since without a stump there would be no tree?"
"I guess so."
"Yet the stump is still standing. So when you asked me if I had chopped down the tree, my own mind said to me, ‘Tell the truth.’ And the truthful answer is no. You chopped, gravity caused part of the tree to fall, yet the most important part of the tree is still standing."
"I see."
"All I can suppose, Father, is that those 12 people whose exaggerated claims allege they saw me ‘cut down’ the entire ‘tree’ were motivated not by a search for truth but by some personal vendetta against me, perhaps because I am from Virginia."
"George, you’re a real..."
"Thank you, Father.
Al
Woodman1
Executive Chef
Well why dontcha just go and destroy the Teddy Roosevelt saving the baby bear myth too! ?
