i don't care what he or whoever says. it's the childish manor that is quite annoying. i find kaykay's repetitive manor the same as dora the explorer. my 5 year old watches this and other nick shows, it's the same everyday. i lump all kaykay replys as kindegarten material...

I punch myself after spending time on the dark side.....does that count?

I'm telling Parker that you're being mean to me...

That was a solid Zzzzzzzzzzzzing by ol' stampa.

+1 good take. I think that is why we are all here

You really can't call KayKay an a$$hole. It gives a$$holes a bad rap, since they actually perform a useful function. He's more like a hemorrhoid on the body of humanity. He has no function other than irritation.

I would think that someone would want to give Stam a dollar for a look at one of those man-boobs.

With all the insults flying around I thought I should throw in a compliment....

Crap, they're pulling out the charts.
It's getting ugly.

Hankster is usually good for a laugh or two, but no, not today. Today he foists charts upon us. Direct-Drive however, is adding content value to this website to beat the band, with Avatars and cool airplanes. The A-10 has always been a confounding bird to me though. I liken it to a helicopter; it can't really fly. It just beats the air into submission.

But what is this thread about? Oh yeah, Obama. Obama is disappointing me on several levels. He is way too much like Bush in a number of ways, which leads me to believe that I could actually be a pretty darn good president. I'm don't make a fool of myself like Bush did; I don't need a teleprompter to speak intelligently like Obama seems to; and I can balance my checkbook. See, I'm over the major hurdles already.

Once you reach "the" age you are supposed to be on a ten year a$$hole maintenance plan.

Thanks for noticing Hank. But please, let's not confuse typing with speaking. However, after a few drinks I may speak about like I type.

Hey, listen up all you numbnuts. Ya' gotta' be tough to get old. It ain't for sissies. I'm wearing one set of reading glasses as I type this. Got another in my brief case, two sets in the car, one on the kitchen bar, one at my fly tying table, one on my fishing hat, one on the night stand, etc., etc.

Sg

My wife perpetually has the wrong pair on her face.

Conversation usually goes something like this: "Honey, look at that bird,coyote,bobcat,beaver....whatever!"

"I have to get my other glasses."

"Hurry!"

"OK..... where is it?"

"Gone."

Poor vision, like poor hearing, really steals alot of fun out of life.

Oh, boy. We've morphed from "Benevolent O" to "chirpies".

Lock and Load.....................................................POW!!