HOSS429

even i had forgot about the trunk letters

Rather B.Blown

Well I was just looking at yours and picturing mine and trying to compare what was gone.

mgreene

Also, bumper bolts gone, gas tank filler on taillight panel gone, round running horse emblems on side of roof gone, running horse emblem in grille gone, taillights are missing glue-on stainless trim.

HOSS429

i actually didn`t know the tail lite trim was missing .. i thought it came without them .. i didn`t remove them .. you guys are good .. it may be too hard to tell .. the door key locks are gone .. the radio antenna is gone .. the dimples in the front gravel pan where the tag bracket was is gone ..i actually wanted to fill in the bump in the bumper where the tag fits but did`nt .. i still can .. and i want to remove the door handles next go around ..i gave you the hood scoupe but the bump in the end of the hood is gone ..i dont like it even on a stock hood .. the turn signals are gone and located where the inner two head lite were ..

mgreene

Here is a pic of the tail lights with the trim on them:

HOSS429

in church sunday morning the pastor said with great exhaultation ... without JESUS we are all but dust .. in the absolute silence that followed that statement a small child turned to mom and ask in a loud clear voice .. MAMA what is BUTT bust ??

HOSS429

yes ..we still build pole barn churches in the south ..and i cant tell you what one of the fellows said when he hit his thumb with his hammer .. but that`s good southern babtist for you

HOSS429

figure this out<O> </O>
a local farmer passed away recently and left 17 mules to his three sons. his will said the oldest son would get half. the second oldest son gets 1/3 and the youngest son gets 1/9 th. . you obviously cant divide 17 mules in half so they began to fight. one of their unkles saw them fighting and rode a mule up and put it with the other 17 making 18 total. then he said oldest son take your 9 ( half ) and leave . next son take your 6 ( 1/3 ) and leave..youngest son take your 2 ( 1/9 th ) and go. 9 + 6+ 2 = 17 . unkle got on his mule and rode home <O></O>

HOSS429

i was sitting at a bar last nite watching the 10 oclock news .. a pretty little blonde sat next to me .. on the news was a story of a man on top of a tall building threatening to jump .. i said to the blonde .." i bet you 20 bucks he jumps " .. she said ok .. il` take that bet ,,he wont jump .. in a second he did a swan dive to his death ,, she handed me the 20 bucks .. i said look lady ..i cant take your money .. i just saw this on the 6 oclock news earlier .. she said so did she but she did`nt think he would jump again !!!!

HOSS429

A baby bird is left alone in its nest high in a tree. The bird is unhappy in the cold nest, and begins chirping loudly in distress. When no one comes to his aid he climbs over the edge falling to the ground.
He’s now out of the nest, but he’s still cold. So he begins chirping again. A cow nearby hears the little bird, wanders over, sees the bird shivering and drops a big steaming cow pie on the bird.
The little bird is now all toasty warm, but he’s still unhappy and continues to chirp at the top of his lungs.
Hearing the little bird from a distance, a coyote wanders over. He plucks the bird from the cow pie, brushes him off… and swallows him down in one gulp.

The moral of the story?

People who give you shi+ aren’t always trying to hurt you.
And people who get you out of shi+ aren’t always trying to help you.

But the main point is:

When you’re up to your nose in shi+….. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT

HOSS429

if i were a car
if i were a car - i`d have no doubt
i`d be in a junkyard- where i`d be scraped out
i`m coverd with dings - and bumps and some rust
and am easily blown over - by the slightest wind gust
my headlamps are blurry- most times i dont see good
too many strange noises - come out from neath my hood
my whitewalls are coverd - with varicose veins
i roar when i sleep - like the sound of two trains
i tried exorcise once - worked out like jane fonda
but the pain was not worth it - to look like a honda
i hope someone finds me - and restores me like new
but that may be more than - even chip foose could do
so i grow ever older - with each passing day
waiting for the SUPREME car maker - to take me away

HOSS429

tis the time of the year i tell my annual holloween horror story ..i swear the events in this tale happened nearly as possible as i tell them ..one dark and dreary nite i was walking home from a visit to a friends home and as luck would have it an accident up the road required i take a deture thru some unfamiliar woods .. as i sneak nervously thru the forrest i stumble upon and old long forgotten graveyard .. stepping into a sunken hollow in the ground i found myself standing on a wooden casket .. very much rotten and surprised i had not fallen in it .. i pick myself up and hasten my way back to the main road .. in the darkness from behind me i suddenly hear " clump clump thump " .. my heart races as i peer mightily into the dark to see the cause of this noise .. it stops for a second so i resume my pace towards home .. soon again to hear even closer now the same " clump clump thump " .. i quicken my pace as i near a streetlite and re-enter the darkness and look back and to my horror i see the same wooden casket coming towards me standing upright and bumping along with the " clump clump thump " sound ..frightened out of my wits i run as fast as i can the last few hundred yards yet the caskit was gaining on me with every clump.. i make a mad dash into my home and lock the door but the coffin burst rite thru as if the door was`nt there .. i in a panic sought the only good hiding place i could think of .. i dove for my bathroom and hid in the shower .. down the hall i hear the "clump clump thump " of the casket coming towards the bathroom .. it bangs against the door and soon breaks its way in .. in a flourish of excited panic i reach for anything i can grab to defend myself .. i can only get my hand on a bottle of vicks formula 44 cough syrup .. i heave the bottle with all my mite and it smashes all over the casket ... and much to my surprise ... the coffin stopped ...!!!!

HOSS429

Les Miles dies and goes to heaven! The Lord takes him on a tour.... They arrive at a small 2 bedroom house with a faded LSU flag hanging from the porch. God tell Les it's not often you get your own house in heaven. Les turns around and sees a huge 2 story mansion on top of a hill with Alabama flags hanging between 2 large marble columns. "Thanks for the house Lord" says Les, "but why does Nick Saban get a beautiful mansion with Alabama flags all over the place?" God smiles and says, "That's not Nick Saban's house, that's MINE!" ROLL TIDE ROLL

HOSS429

tucked away for winter .. but i know they`ll be back out on a warm day ..

HOSS429

you see all manner of critters dead on the roads most days but you never see a crow runned over .. you know why .. there`s always one up in a tree yelling " CAWR CAWR CAWR !!!!!

HOSS429

veterans day today .. thank you all who served and who are currently serving ..and thanks to all my family who did the same .

alan asa hyatt ... revolutionary war soldier .. decorated ( great great great grandad )
asa hyatt .. war of 1812 ( great great grandad )
daniel franklin hyatt .. civil war vet and prisoner ( great grandad )
john henry hyatt ,, spanish american war . WW1 ( grandad )
oscar moon .. WW2 (father)
dexter moon .. korean conflict ( brother)
terry moon vietnam ( brother)
kyle moon vietnam (brother)
theo moon vietnam (brother)
thank you .....

HOSS429

<DIR>A Polish immigrant goes to the DMV to apply for a driver's license.
He has to take an vision test.
The optician shows him a card with the letters

C Z W I X N O S T A C Z

"Can you read this?" the optician asks.

"Read it?" the Polish guy replies, "I know the guy."
</DIR>

HOSS429

HOSS429

<DIR>$5.37!
That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher.
Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change
when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone has ever said to me.
He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen discount."

I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me.
"Only $4.68" he said cheerfully.

I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet?
A mere child!
Senior citizen?

I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo.
Was he blind?
As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil.
Old? Me?

I'll show him, I thought.
I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter,
and there he was waiting with a smile.

Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me,
like I could be that easily distracted!
What am I now?
A toddler?

"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?"
I stared with utter disdain at the keys.
I began to rationalize in my mind!

"Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly!
It could happen to anyone!"

I turned and headed back to the truck.
I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn.
What now?
I checked my keys and tried another.
Still nothing.

That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.

I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.

Then, a few other objects came into focus:
The car seat in the back seat.
Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard.
A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.

Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle.

Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot,
relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.
That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger!
My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito,
only it was nowhere to be found.

I swung the truck around, gathered my courage,
and strode back into the restaurant one final time.
There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish.
All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?"

All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here"?
At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle,
and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.

Elmo had no clue.
I walked back out to the truck,
and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention.
He was holding up a drink and a bag.
His mother explained,
"I think you left this in my truck by mistake."

I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.

She offered these kind words:
"It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time."

All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone.
Yessss, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.
And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast.

As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall.
I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket.
I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey.

The good news was I had successfully found my way home.
　
　
</DIR>

HOSS429

wonder if dan case would like this for one of his cobras .you believe someone wanted 15 hundred bucks for this monster on ebay