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A woman takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work. One day, her 9-year-old son hides in the closet during one of her romps. Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she hides the lover in the closet. The little boy says, "It's dark in here." The man whispers, "Yes, it is." Boy - "I have a baseball." Man - "That's nice." Boy - "Want to buy it?" Man - "No, thanks." Boy - "My dad's outside." Man - "OK, how much?" Boy - "$250." In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom's lover end up in the closet together. Boy - "It's dark in here." Man - "Yes, it is." Boy - "I have a baseball glove." Man - Remembering last time, asks, "How much?" Boy - "$750." Man - "Fine." A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your ball and glove. Let's go outside and toss the baseball." The boy says, "I can't. I sold them." The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?" The son says "$1,000." The father says, "It's terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That's way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess." They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door. The boy says, "It's dark in here." The priest says, "Don't start that crap again!" A man is walking down the street when he sees a sign that says, "Talking dog for sale." He decides to go in and check it out. When he gets to the house, he sees a dog sitting on the porch. He asks the dog, "Are you the talking dog for sale?" The dog replies, "Yes, I am. But before you buy me, you should know that I only tell lies." The man is hesitant, but he decides to buy the dog anyway. On the way home, the man asks the dog, "Is it true that you only tell lies?" The dog replies, "No." The man is surprised. "I thought you said you only tell lies." The dog replies, "That was my first lie.

From a review: The barrel is rollmarked with "Winchester, Va.," where the guns are built.

1904 Chook raffle goes wrong In June 1904, the Kalgoorlie Sun recounted the tale of a chook raffle in a local pub. The chicken, in this case was a live one, at least initially. However, the winner had left the pub before the draw and a week or so later, after he’d failed to return to claim his prize, it ended up on the pub’s menu. Poultry raffles were not unusual, but weren’t quite the same as the regular Friday night chook raffle that became a tradition at Aussie pubs and clubs from the 1950s. In the early 19th century, raffling was a routine way to dispose of property. Notices in newspapers advertised pianos, furniture, duelling pistols, timepieces and many other, usually valuable, objects to be disposed of by raffle. Horses were also raffled and in 1833 Sydney papers announced:” THE lovers of aquatic amusements are respectfully informed that a beautiful fast-pulling WHERRY, built in England, will be raffled… Sometimes the items being raffled were edible. In December 1832, G. Russell of George Street in Sydney advertised that a large plum cake, weighing 112 lbs (around 50kg) and valued at £18 would be raffled on 6 January. The raffle was to consist of thirty members at 10 shillings each. Poultry raffles, which mostly involved turkeys and geese, but occasionally chickens (live or dressed) were not an exclusively Australian phenomenon. They were common in America, often around the festive season and Thanksgiving. Birds were often raffled in taverns, giving the practice a slightly seedy reputation. This was all entirely legal, but had its opponents who argued that the practice encouraged gambling. In the 1850s most Australian colonies passed laws forbidding or strictly regulating raffles. Some offered exemptions for charity bazaars. While the use of raffling as a means of sale ceased, it seems the laws were selectively enforced and raffles persisted into the 20th century. In 1906, the New South Wales Attorney General cracked down, saying there was “too much elasticity in the administration of the Lotteries Act.” As you might expect, the Women’s Christian Temperance Union became involved. In 1918, these righteous ladies mounted a campaign against charities raising money through raffles. Perhaps they were targeting charitable souls like Miss Finlayson of Armidale who, that year, was raffling a meat basket to help raise money for the building of soldiers’ homes. The meat raffle, like the chook raffle, was to become another Australian tradition. Although the term chook raffle seems to have emerged in the 1950s, the practice had a much longer history. In 1920, the Perth Mirror, under the heading of “Fowl Play”, recounted the tale of two con men who collected money for raffle tickets from bar patrons, then scarpered through the billiard room window taking the two prize chickens with them. In 1938, The Truth protested that “The latest police brainwave is to abolish raffles in hotels. For years – particularly during the depression – some men have been knocking out a few shillings by raffling oysters or poultry on Fridays”. The first documented winner of the charity “chook raffle” in its modern form, and with its familiar name, was one Ernie Dwyer, who held the winning ticket in the Cabramatta Bowling Club’s weekly fundraiser on Saturday 20 October 1956. In the 1950s and early ’60s, my father participated in the regular raffles at the Caulfield North RSL Club, every so often arriving home on a Saturday evening with a ready-to-roast chicken. He was known to remark that these were probably the most expensive chickens we ever ate, given the number of losing tickets he’d purchased over the years. These days, when roasting a chicken at home has largely been replaced by ducking into the supermarket for a rotisseried bird, the charity raffle in the pub or club is more likely to be for a meat tray. Often, especially in country towns, these are held to support a local football team sponsored by the pub in question. “Chook raffle” has now become something of a derogatory term for an incompetently run election.

‘’BLUEY’ - Guinness Book of Records. Bluey earned a spot in the Guinness Book of World Records by living for a very long time. This dog was a legitimate Australian Cattle Dog that spent almost 20 years of his life working cattle on a ranch in Australia. We know that most dogs wouldn’t have the energy to work so hard that long. But Bluey just kept going and going. He finally passed peacefully on November 14, 1939, at the ripe old age of 29 years and 5 months.

Sorry for the late reply Dave, just got home from an IPSC match. I know 12°C (53.°F) isn't cold to a lot of you fella's but OMG it was freezing!!!!!!!!!!!! 3mm would be perfect.

My daughter is visiting and she was telling me about some AI programs that she had been using for a project. She showed me one that generates images and since I have Custer, we presented the program with a few different scenarios of General George Armstrong Custer as a Poodle. These were the best (weirdest?) of the many results:

I ain't familiar with the cowboy matches in Arizona, but in the TN State match, you'll need 2 pistols, 1 rifle, 1 shotgun, 120 pistol rounds, 120 rifle rounds, and approx 48 Shotgun shells, and a few bucks. Randy St Eagle will supply a couple of your meals, Whiskey will supply your Jack Daniels, and TN Williams will supply you a toilet.... and I'll buy you a cold Pepsi. Rain jackets are optional. ..........Widder

Ruger serial number look-up shows that revolver manufactured early 1977

good point , yet , i knowing that you earn that have always known that no medal is awarded to a person that won it - only the press and those looking for headlines of some sort use that term , i always discard or accept their ignorance relative to that phrase , the honor remains to those that were awarded

The shot heard 'round the World

Ready, FIRE! (Timing) "If he wasn't guilty he wouldn't be here- Fire!" "Hanging's too good for him, throw the louse out -FIRE!" I see that they use a very reduced charge.

The 1 in 500.

my thought as well , too often these days the ones who protest too much forget that it was people loke that who preserved their rights to protest

That is very cool.

Why should they? No one else does, from Joe S--t the Ragman all the way up to Biden. Try a stun gun of some sort before you give up. If it doesn't work on the dogs, try it on the owner. You might get a lawyer involved, but you'll probably have to find a new gunsmith.

I had an AR-4 bolt action survival rifle chambered for .22 Hornet. That was in about 1961 and I gave $25.00 for it used. I later traded up to a Remington Nylon 66. Don't have either one anymore, but my son-in-law has a Remington Nylon bolt action .22 with a pair of box mags that load from the bottom. One is a five shot, the other is a ten shot . It's not a 66 but I don'r what it was called. It's GREEN. Ugly as hell but I'd like to have it.

Only clips i have are for M 1 Garand... keep a couple bandoleers loaded in case Chinese paratroops pop silk over the house. Now magazines.. is another tale.