Viking
Yellow Jacket
He saw the prices and is now out cutting down trees.
Welcome to the Precious Metals Bug Forums
Welcome to the PMBug forums - a community supported watering hole for folks interested in gold, silver, precious metals, sound money, investing, market and economic news, central bank monetary policies, politics and more.
Register a free account to join the discussions. When you register an account and log in, you may enjoy additional benefits including access to market data/charts and additional members only rooms (including one for trade/barter with the community).
- Messages
- 6,017
- Reaction score
- 6,235
- Points
- 308
- Messages
- 799
- Reaction score
- 680
- Points
- 268
It's been a while, hasn't it? Last I remember, he was working in an ammo factory.
I was referring to our old GIM forum member by that name.
- Messages
- 22,158
- Reaction score
- 12,562
- Points
- 288
Don has suffered from really bad headaches for the last 20 years. He eventually decided to go and see a Doctor.
The Doctor said, “Don, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press on your spine and the pressure creates one heck of a headache.
The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.”
Don was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for.
He had no choice but to go under the knife. The surgery cost him $25,000.
When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself.
As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life.
He saw a men's clothing store and thought, “That's what I need... A new suit.”
He entered the shop and told the salesman, “I'd like a new suit.”
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, “Let's see… size 44 long?”
Don laughed, “That's right, how did you know?”
“Been in the business for 60 years!” the tailor said.
Don tried on the suit, and it fitted perfectly.
As Don admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt?”
Don thought for a moment and then said, “Sure.”
The salesman eyed Don and said, “Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck?”
Don was surprised, “That's right, how did you know?”
“Been in the business for 60 years.”
Don tried the shirt and it fitted perfectly.
Don walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear?”
Don thought for a moment and said, “Sure.”
The salesman said, “Let's see... size 36?”
Don laughed, “Ah ha! I got you! I've worn a size 32 since I was 18 years old.”
The salesman shook his head, “You can't wear a size 32. A size 32 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one heck of a headache.”
Don believes the science, has all of his booster shots, suffers from Trump derangement syndrome and voted for Barack Obama, Joe Biden, and Kamala Harris.
Don't be like Don!
The Doctor said, “Don, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press on your spine and the pressure creates one heck of a headache.
The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.”
Don was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for.
He had no choice but to go under the knife. The surgery cost him $25,000.
When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself.
As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life.
He saw a men's clothing store and thought, “That's what I need... A new suit.”
He entered the shop and told the salesman, “I'd like a new suit.”
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, “Let's see… size 44 long?”
Don laughed, “That's right, how did you know?”
“Been in the business for 60 years!” the tailor said.
Don tried on the suit, and it fitted perfectly.
As Don admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, “How about a new shirt?”
Don thought for a moment and then said, “Sure.”
The salesman eyed Don and said, “Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck?”
Don was surprised, “That's right, how did you know?”
“Been in the business for 60 years.”
Don tried the shirt and it fitted perfectly.
Don walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, “How about some new underwear?”
Don thought for a moment and said, “Sure.”
The salesman said, “Let's see... size 36?”
Don laughed, “Ah ha! I got you! I've worn a size 32 since I was 18 years old.”
The salesman shook his head, “You can't wear a size 32. A size 32 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one heck of a headache.”
Don believes the science, has all of his booster shots, suffers from Trump derangement syndrome and voted for Barack Obama, Joe Biden, and Kamala Harris.
Don't be like Don!
^^^
Reminds me of a non-political vulgar joke...about a sailor who was with the wrong bar girl.
His joint is just burning. He goes to Sick Call, and the corpsman calls the Medical Officer over.
"That's terrible, sailor. You waited too long. We're gonna have to do surgery - cut it right off, and you'll be fine, mostly."
OMG. A EUNUCH! He bolts out of the clinic, and grabs a shuttle back into the village. All these Asian doctors, they have cures for these things...
He finds a clinic, and the doc-to looks him over. "Ah sooo...choych muh yung-yaaa..." he tells the nurse, or whatever she is.
He turns to the patient. "You take these pills, and it be all right."
"Oh, thank you, doc. The Medical Officer on the ship, he wanted to cut it off!"
The doctor shakes his head. "Amurrikan doctors, they always wanna operate," he clucks. "Listen, you go back, you be fine. Thing gonna rot off all by itself."
Reminds me of a non-political vulgar joke...about a sailor who was with the wrong bar girl.
His joint is just burning. He goes to Sick Call, and the corpsman calls the Medical Officer over.
"That's terrible, sailor. You waited too long. We're gonna have to do surgery - cut it right off, and you'll be fine, mostly."
OMG. A EUNUCH! He bolts out of the clinic, and grabs a shuttle back into the village. All these Asian doctors, they have cures for these things...
He finds a clinic, and the doc-to looks him over. "Ah sooo...choych muh yung-yaaa..." he tells the nurse, or whatever she is.
He turns to the patient. "You take these pills, and it be all right."
"Oh, thank you, doc. The Medical Officer on the ship, he wanted to cut it off!"
The doctor shakes his head. "Amurrikan doctors, they always wanna operate," he clucks. "Listen, you go back, you be fine. Thing gonna rot off all by itself."
The cult has been taken over by misanthropes.
By those who worship Death.
There's two levels, here...the typical Dumbo voter, and even their lower-level party activists, are those unfortunates on the wrong side of the Bell Curve. Occlusional Cortex, is one such.
Up higher, as well as a reserve of opportunists below (Zorro Man-Damn-em) are those who see an opportunity, to seize control of the control grid. Of the Death Machine. Remember one such mullah, during the Afghan War IIRC...he said, "You Americans love life. We Faithful, love death." (Because, of course, a life under Islam is a life not-worth-living; but that's another topic)
So. Half our populace is either enabling the cultists of Death, or are part of that cult.
By those who worship Death.
There's two levels, here...the typical Dumbo voter, and even their lower-level party activists, are those unfortunates on the wrong side of the Bell Curve. Occlusional Cortex, is one such.
Up higher, as well as a reserve of opportunists below (Zorro Man-Damn-em) are those who see an opportunity, to seize control of the control grid. Of the Death Machine. Remember one such mullah, during the Afghan War IIRC...he said, "You Americans love life. We Faithful, love death." (Because, of course, a life under Islam is a life not-worth-living; but that's another topic)
So. Half our populace is either enabling the cultists of Death, or are part of that cult.
Causality…
Because nearly everyone alive likes to spend more than they earn and pay it back later with cheaper dollars, if given the chance to.
We have more of a human nature problem than a purely fiscal one.
What firearm is that?