Ahhh the Holiday season...
It brings such joy and understanding.

A sad thread takes an interesting turn
and then we go and pull the magnetic
field dis...

Nobody asked for your opinion. Now shut your piehole, Ebert.

lol.

And, in case anyone's looking for that dream home in, say, Owensboro, look no more:

http://www.realtor.com/search/listin...srcnt=4#Detail

No magnetic fields. But looks like you're on your own as far as water and goes.

You gave money to Bold Brooklynite, you pathetic ******.

Like I needs someone to ask me?
"Your opinion peegardn, pleeeease.."
You know me well enough by now..
typing something that out of the question.

C'mon and make me pillar.
I dare ya.
Ill met you at 3rd Street and
Main and box your ears. I'll frikkin
bite your ankles to the cartilage.

You're a teacher in Texas. All I have to do is point and laugh.

Yes I am indeed.
And I enjoy every moment of inertia.
And you are...

A rocket scientist for keeping track.
What are you...?

Where are your picks for horse races or sports bets? Are you just a fruit who likes watching and not betting? Or are you here to attempt, and fail miserably, at trolling?

Betting is the prerequisite for posting?
Last bet was in the BC mile Pills.
You can check that bet, its posted.
Takin time off. Regenerate the batteries.
I work too hard to be ready to bet right now
and am fairly disinterested this time of year.
But I try and keep up a bit so I read.

I cannot personally bet on anything but horses in this state.


You said I was a teacher in Texas.
Not a troll. Make up your mind.
You are the one who knows what
everyone has done and where they live,
what they do. So come clean.

And you are... ?
dont be ashamed

I'm the guy who was talking about Dale Baird in a thread about Dale Baird. You are the guy who comes in with your typical **** attitude and dull opinion on posting habits of other posters.

So pardon me if I don't give my life story to some inbred hick who couldn't stay on topic in a thread even if he was injected with a speedball of adderall and crystal meth.

Very said story about what happened with Baird and in that crash. Just terrible.

Don't know about DB into the Hall of Fame, after all, I'm of the opinion that humans don't belong in the Horse Racing Hall of Fame....it should be all about the horses.

If they want to start a jockey hall of fame somewhere, or trainer hall of fame, or owner hall of fame, whatever, go right ahead.

I know one thing though, I've already started a Money Burning Trainers Hall of Fame. And rest assured, Dale Baird and his mind boggling achievements when it comes to yielding a high percentage loss on the betting dollar, they were one of the very first ones enshrined in my black spiral notebook.

I was always mesmerized how one guy could consistantly produce a 40%+ loss on the betting dollar, year in and year out, all while starting an army of horses each year. The huge sample size was key to his greatness and legacy.

RIP DB

Speak for yourself.

I'm spending mine gambling, while away from my family, in warm weather, and eating Chinese food and posining my liver all day.

In the spirit of joy and understanding - here's a DT Christmas carrolling for y'all.....

On the first day of Christmas,
Mr.B gave to me, a hit of his PCP.

On the second day of Christmas,
Oracle gave to me, two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of his PCP

On the third day of Christmas,
Cajun sent to me, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP

On the fourth day of Christmas,
KyRim sent to me, four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two barefisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP

On the fifth day of Christmas,
Indian Charlie sent to me, five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two barefisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 6th day of Christmas,
Goddess Thebby sent to me, six peeping tom kits,
five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two barefisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 7th day of Christmas,
PG1985 sent to me, seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two barefisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 8th day of Christmas,
Freddy Mo sent to me, eight cheese blintzes,
seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two barefisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 9th day of Christmas,
Mortimer sent to me, nine seals for clubbing,
eight cheeze blintzes,
seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 10th day of Christmas,
MyMissStormCat sent to me, ten equine death poems,
nine seals for clubbing,
eight cheese blintzes,
seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five Scat Porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

On the 11th day of Christmas,
Scavs gave to me, eleven foot long hotdogs,
ten equine death poems,
nine seals for clubbing,
eight cheese blintzes,
seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five scat porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.


On the 12th day of Christmas,
Sumitas gave to me, twelve crack pipes,
eleven foot long hotdogs,
ten equine death poems,
nine seals for clubbing,
eight cheese blintzes,
seven future book bet props,
six peeping tom kits,
five scat porn Mpegs,
four worthless windchimes,
three empty jugs of guzzled spunk,
two bare fisted death threats,
and a hit of PCP.

Geez,

Thank God it's only 12 days!

!!OOOOOOOOOO!!

Come to think of it - I left a few very worthy ones out - seeing bellsbendboy now on the logged in list really underlined the mistake. My memory isn't what it once was.

I dont want your sad life story.
Your job, your profession, since you
find it so easy to make fun...?
What is it?

Your picture was touching early in
the thread.

LOL.
I don't recall inviting your response. But since you did...

Yeah, I sent the guy $25. His wife's dying and he needs the money.

I am sending you $25 also. Should be good for five steak dinners at the Owensboro Exec Inn restaurant. I hope you're still at the address I mailed it to:
Locker #1
Owensboro Bus Depot
Owensboro, KY

That's ok you can keep the $25. I told your wife she didn't have to pay me for the blowjob.

I grew up in Owensboro, I know where that house is!!!

I don't think I've been on 298 before. I'm going to check it out tomorrow. It's gotta be safer than Hialeah.