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He’s just done potty training, he feels it’s easier going without pants!
@beccaday wrote:
@jerrys dad wrote:
Is that a kid running around in their underwear in the background? 😆
That’s my three year old. Don’t tell im!
@gotta run wrote:
Jerry, why don’t you take your sunshine and rainbows away for a much longer time this time around, eh?
Actions like this is why I left in the first place.
just checking in to the site after being gone awhile. Glad to see nothing has changed and old topics are still being complained about. We as a group were able to “pass” not allowing logging of temps. How about we take on the logging issue as a group, come up with a resolution on what we would like to see and have it become part of joining the WGA. We could also send it to groundspeak to show that we care as a group about recieving logs to our caches and any new players as a courtesy to them. Just complaining about things is getting old and drives people away from the WGA.
And remember what might be a great walk to a wonderful spot you cherish might be to the one who finds your cache a crappy walk to a spot that does nothing for them. In that case wouldn’t you want a TFTC at least saying thanks when they could write you a sucky log that really lets thier feelings known?
My opinion: this thread seems to be I don’t like it so let’s change it. If it’s not the way I wanna play we need toc hange it so everyone plays like I do. It might not have been meant that way but to some that is the way it will be taken.
@jseymour84 wrote:
the reviewers really do not have much of a choice but to publish these “inferior” caches.
The only options I can think of now are A) lobby the reviewers to remove the listing, … so the reviewers have the option to reject lesser quality caches.
So there will be a group of people to say this one stays or goes because they like what it represents to them? Not everybody caches the same or likes the same kinds of caches so what is inferior to you might be an enjoyable for someone else.
I know the majority here don’t like them but easy/short walk to get a cache is the only ones I can do right know. I’ve come down with a respritory disease that doesn’t allow me to take in full breaths of oxygen. Anything over 100′ or so is going to take me out of breath.I can do a couple of these but not all day or consecutively. All the bashing of basically PNG’s is what I’m left with. If we get rid of all of theses because the majority doesn’t like them, I’m done playing by somebody elses choice!
@Team Deejay wrote:
Most homeowners don’t mind and like the idea, but for those that do object, I let them know the proper procedure to get the cache archived (that would be “email me”, but I obviously just take care of it for them.) You guys can also just take care of it for them, by sending me an email indicating you had an issue with a property owner or other concerned party.
I see this leading to trouble if it gets around and somebody doesn’t like a particular urban cache. I’m not calling anybody a liar, but I can see it happening and then we have caches being archieved for the wrong reasons.
Lets try ?…. Boy, July 22, 8lbs 2 oz and how about Lee for a name.
It’s late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South
Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be
cold or mild.Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught
the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn’t tell what
the winter was going to be like.Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the
winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the
village should collect firewood to be prepared.But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea.
He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and
asked, ‘Is the coming winter going to be cold?’‘It looks like this winter is going to be cold,’ the
meteorologist at the weather service responded.So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even
more firewood in order to be prepared.A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. ‘Does
it still look like it is going to be a cold winter?’‘Yes,’ the man at National Weather Service again replied, ‘it’s
going to be a very cold winter.’The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect
every scrap of firewood they could find.Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service
again. ‘Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very
cold?’‘Absolutely,’ the man replied. ‘It’s looking more and more like it
is going to be one of the coldest winters we’ve ever seen..’‘How can you be so sure?’ the chief asked.
The weatherman replied, The Indians are collecting a shitload of
firewood!Bar Stool Economics
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100 and If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.)So, that’s what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. “Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20.” so drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected…They would still drink for free…But what about the other six men – the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share?’…They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33…But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer..So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.
And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).Each of the six was better off than before…And the first four continued to drink for free…But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
“I only got a dollar out of the $20,”declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,” but he got $10!” “Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more than I!” “That’s true!!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!” “Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison. “We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!”
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
David R. Kamerschen, PhD.D.
Professor of Economics
University of GeorgiaFor those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possibleThank God I’m on a bye!
When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor.. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’
And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Not a very many people know this.
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid…
Put these words
Upon his tomb,
Taxes drove me
to my doom…’
When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax..It is a slow day in a small town in Wisconsin and streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody is living on credit.
A tourist visiting the area drives through town, stops at the motel, and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one for the night.
As soon as he walks upstairs, the motel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.
The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer.
The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill to his supplier, the Co-op.
The guy at the Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her “services” on credit.The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner.
The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the traveler will not suspect anything.
At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, picks up the $100 bill and leaves.No one produced anything. No one earned anything… However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a “stimulus package” works.
A teacher noticed that a little boy at the back of the class was squirming around, scratching his crotch, and not paying attention. She went back to find out what was going on. He was quite embarrassed and whispered that he had just recently been circumcised and he was quite itchy.
The teacher told him to go down to the principal’s office. He was to telephone his mother and ask her what he should do about it. He did it and returned to his class. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the room She went back to investigate only to find him sitting at his desk with his penis hanging out.
‘I thought I told you to call your mom!’ she said. ‘I did,’ he said, ‘And she told me that if I could stick it out till noon, she’d come and pick me up from school.’
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