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Um… isn’t number two in …camouflage!?

Well spotted. Yes, she is.

No, number one is well spotted.

#2’s gotta be for deer season or sniping. Look at the shoes.

Being your straight man is wrong in so very many ways, Uncle B.

We must stone the one of the far right. She will lead our entire civilization astray and into the arms of utter destruction.

Plus white is not in season. *snap snap*

The Europeans – they can ruin any fashion. Looks like someone got the idea the burqah is a tarp or window curtains or a lace doily that adorns a seldom-used tabletop.

These pictures will be the one thing that will kill the burqah. Even the macho ueber-hetero Muslim men will retch and stone anyone wearing a burqah (rather than vice-versa).

(Er, no offense to the wonderful Europeans hereon. I meant Europe’s so-called fashion moguls, fashion leaders, and so on.)

I’m not aware of any Europeans on here, Musli. Let ‘er rip!

Okay, that’s it! TWICE today (that I’ve noticed) someone has reached here doing an ask.com search for “bigwetasses.com”. I want to know why I’m the only hit!

Oh, wait. I see it. THANK YOU, Gibby.

Ummm.. it was my fault. I sat in a puddle.

Whew! Sorry – I was worried that it was my fault.

Hey – there really is a site named that. Nice ass. The site’s got an http blah blah in front though.

Yep. It was Gibby.

Weaz! Another first!

Yeah.. and notice how our Mr Haynes hasn’t been around today? Hmm….

Mind you, if he has any sense he’s been digging a deep hole for himself. The North of England gets the storm tomorrow and because God loves them so much up there, he’s giving them added snow for free! .

Is it going to affect the winter Scotch harvest? God, I hope not…

No worries, McGoo.

They have an endless store of antifreeze up there 😉

Oh, good! I was worried…

It’s my guess those table-tops are unused, indeed.

Back when the internet was a dirt-street outpost in the wild west, you could access the database of all registered domain names. My programming crew and I would amuse ourselves reading through the domains while awaiting yet another index build. My personal favorite was blowmeandsuckmyass.com.

Sigh. Good times.

Muslihoon, you are correct…they look like tarps and tablecloths.
Anyone promoting or buying any of that shit to drape on a woman is a homo. They don’t want to have to compete for partners.

JWP – Who’d evera thunk Eliot Spitzer had a domain so early!

I hate to say it, Uncle B, but LOL.

Oh, shoot…trying to remember the name of that file…the one with all the domain names in. All’s you had to do was host that file on a server and you had yourself a DNS.

Hosts! That’s what it was called. Hosts dot something?

I can’t remember. I just recall that eventually, it became unpublic. For a while you could still search it, but that took all the fun out of it.

At the time, I remember there were something like 12,000 domain names, and we all marveled at that impossibly HUGE number.

You kids today, with your clothes and your hair…. You don’t know how easy you have it. Why, in my day, we had to manually set a series of dip switches (go look it up, whippersnapper!) to get our 300-baud modems to talk nice to the BBSs.

I know somebody who built an Altair 8. He showed it to me. Eight knife switches on the front: every one a bit.

His fingers, they were cut to ribbons.

I used to send files to a remote office back when the only way was via an acoustic coupler.

For the younger denizens, that is a device into which you jam an old-fashioned telephone handset, from whence it picks up the bleeps and blips and so on…

You’d be an hour into a send (at 300 bps) at bloody astronomical telephone call charges back in those pre-Maggie days in the UK, when the cat would fart or someone would laugh and the entire send would be scrambled.

Oh, how we laughed!

I remember typing up news stories and sending them to the printer that way, Uncle B. Slow, expensive–but it beat hell out of reading the story to a transcriber “new paren the court convened today as scheduled comma but one member of the jury emdash the lone female member of the panel emdash failed to appear period end paren”

Sigh. Good times.

You’re darn right the kids today have it easy. Back in my day, women used to wear entirely black burqahs. And they were happy to burn up under the searing sun because of the black and to trip and tumble everywhere because the eyes were covered, and were happy to walk alongside us men as we men ambled forward on our camels. And now? Dots and greens and doily and bicycles. Feh.

And we were happy to transmit our faxes and letters over dozens of generations through oral traditions. None of these newfangled photostats and clay tablets.

heh-he. He said oral traditions.