Down Hummingbird Lane

Good Morning...friends, and gripers too. (you know who you are)
Here's extra pictures for ya "Pete", I know you like pics.....
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This guy wants out...... He needs a playmate.....
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Wow....gotta watch them smart cars..........

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Now....This is a "Wheelie".......

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Big Wheels......Bling-Bling...... They would look good on my Ranger.....

What ya think.....Friends??

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That's gonna hurt.............

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Ain't he a sweet looking critter?.....

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I think he's been in the melon patch...... and now nap time.....

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Okay....guard, put the cuffs on the bad guy...

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Picture worth 1,000 words.............

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I have no idea................................

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Custom Motorcycle??............

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Pete....I'm just going to hang out........ see ya later...

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~~~ Pete , had a sore back, so he asked his wife to put on his socks for him.
However, the socks he handed her were dirty.
She told him that she was not putting dirty socks on him,
as he would end up with athlete's foot.
He replied, "If I had athlete's feet, I'd be in better shape."

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~~~ Pete walked up to a vending machine, put in a coin, and pressed the button labeled, "Coffee, double cream, sugar."
No cup appeared.
Then two nozzles went into action, one sending forth coffee, the other, cream.
After the proper amounts had gone down the drain where the cup should
have been, the machine turned off.
"Now that's real automation," Pete exclaimed.
"This thing even drinks it for you."

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~~~ More and more crews are being made up of women lately.
Soon they won't be able to call it the cockpit anymore!

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~~~ The big shot CEO was in the waiting room of the maternity ward
of the hospital.
Unlike the other fathers who paced the floor nervously, he sat poring over
papers and checking his laptop computer constantly.
After several hours, the nurse interrrupted his work.
"It's a boy, sir!" she said.
"Well," snapped the CEO, without looking up, "find out what he wants."

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~~~ Hey....Taz......knock knock....
whose there?
duane-----
duane who----
duane the tub Im dwonning.....

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~~~ I'm a conscientious man, when I throw rocks at seabirds I leave no
tern unstoned. ...

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~~~ Well, Sunday night I participated in a drawing at the Horseshoe, tobacco
chewing contest for a new Lamborghini.
I didn't win which is probably a good thing, because I don't think you can find
parts to fix those things at the local 'you-pull-it'.

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~~~ "I earn a living by my wits."
"Well, half a living is better than none."

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~~~ Football confuses me.
Each team has a dozen beautiful cheerleaders, but when the team scores,
the players hug one another!

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~~~ Last Sunday the priest announced to his congregation.
"I have good news and bad news."
The good news is, we have enough money to pay for our new building
program.
The bad news is, it's still out there in your pockets."

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~~~ Pete, an old artisan who prided himself on his ability to drive a hard
bargain contracted to paint a huge barn in the neighborhood for the small
sum of $200.
"Why on earth did you agree to do it for so little?" ....Gus asked.
"Well," said Pete., "you see, the owner is a mighty unreliable man.
If I said I'd charge him $500 dollars, likely he'd only pay me $300.
And if I charge him $200, he may not pay me but $150..
So I thought it over and decided to paint it for $200,
so I wouldn't lose so much money."

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~~~ One day, a hippie was walking down the street in his city, and spots a
penny face up on the ground.
"Hey," the hippie thinks, "that's some good luck!"
so he picks it up and slips it in his pocket.
As he rounds the corner, he bumps into a pixie, of all things, floating in mid-air.
"You're definitely in luck young man, because you just found MY lucky penny,
and if you give it back, I'll give you two wishes."
The hippie pulls out the penny and gives it back to the pixie, and then sits
against a building to think for a minute.
The pixie patiently waited as the hippie pondered, and after a few minutes,
he looks up and says, "I wish I had a never ending joint!".
The pixie grins mischievously and pulls a good-sized fatty out of her pocket.
The hippie flicks his bic and lights up, puffing once, twice, four times...
After ten puffs, the joint hasn't burned down a bit.
At this point, the pixie is getting a little impatient,
and tapes the very stoned hippie on the shoulder.
"Well, what's your second wish?" and without missing a beat, the hippie
exclaimed, "Dude, I want another one of these!"
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Todays Thought: One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him.