Who's got an identity crisis?!?!






and take your debate elsewhere, this thread's day are numbered.

 

oh I know it's all in good fun...Ive been around long enough (I know not as long as many others but still long enough) to know when these guys are just jabbing at eachother. It actually makes for some much needed comic relief from the rigors of the day.

 

This is a hell of a derailment


And another

 

EXACTLY.

Duke

 

This guy from Raoul's post is a busy buy.

https://www.f150online.com/forums/sh...9&postcount=79

 

Some people just never get it.....

Raoul and Jamz, your in, I'm taking a breather.

 

this thread is full of hot-tempered people

 

I'll help you out a bit...this is from a local radio station, DC101...if anyone here listens to it you'll know that April 13th is a day in local history:

"Smell My Face: The Anniversary
Filed Under: Elliot In The Morning 4/13/07 @ 4:21 AM

April 13, 2005 was a beautiful day. Not because the sun was shining. Not because a baby was born. And not because Canada's most prominent white supremacist and founder of the Heritage Front, Wolfgang Droege, was shot to death in his apartment. No, April 13, 2005 was beautiful for another reason. In fact for some, the reason has become more of a raison d'être rather than just a regular non-French reason, but I digress. Historically, April 13th is known by tragedy, despair and grief. In 2003, the body of Laci Peterson and her unborn child were found in the San Francisco bay. In 1975, members of the Lebanese Phalange attacked a Palestinian bus in Ain El Remmeneh, launching Lebanon into a fifteen-year civil war. And in 1943, German armed forces discovered the mass grave of Polish prisoners-of-war executed in the Katyn Forest Massacre, driving a wedge between the Western Allies, the Polish government-in-exile, and the Soviet Union. Indubitably, the anniversaries remembered every year, thirteen days into the fourth month, are unforgettable and awfully melancholic. However, in 2005, Elliot In The Morning changed history. In 2005, Elliot In The Morning wrote it’s own chapter for the textbooks… or this website. In 2005, Elliot In The Morning told the world to “Smell My Face!”

At some point during the Elliot In The Morning radio show, on the morning of Wednesday, April 13th, host Elliot Segal and the class were checking the World Wide Web for notices of local prostitution busts. Elliot and co-host, Diane Stupar found a few sites that posted such information, but two police departments stood hands down above them all: Richmond, Virginia and Frederick, Maryland. Both departments highlighted the ladies of the night and the johns with… photos. But it was the Frederick page specifically, where one special person’s mugshot immediately grabbed Elliot's attention. His name was Ronny Lee Kline (pictured below) and he was arrested one month prior for solicitation of prostitution. To Elliot though, it didn’t matter what kind of person he was – Elliot only cared about one thing: the massive amounts of hair growing on Ronny Lee Kline’s face. Kline’s beard was disturbing, yet at the same time captivating. It was like a car accident, all of us unable to look away. The fact that he was probably even missing a few of the hard whitish bony objects arranged in two arched rows inside his mouth didn’t even distract. Ronnie’s beard was like Joseph’s coat – not multicolored, but unquestionably dream-inspiring. As Elliot and company continued to gawk, everyone in the room sensed that Ronnie was trying to say something through the photo – he definitely had a message. Accordingly, everyone thought long and hard about what those hazel eyes, soft lips and lavish beard could be trying to say, but no one was comprehending. Even Elliot was about to throw in the towel until at the very last moment he was struck down by an ethereal epiphany. Elliot had figured it out. From the top of the Elliot In The Morning building, Elliot then delivered the phrase that now pervades everything that is and ever will be the Elliot In The Morning name. Elliot Segal shouted “Smell My Face!”



The actual meaning of “Smell My Face” is simple but for some reason or another evades people’s wit. Why? I’m not really sure. Maybe the off-chance that there is a pornographic undertone is upsetting? Maybe the phrase itself is too representative of a regional vernacular? Or maybe people just think there is no greater meaning? Whatever the reason may be; I would like to set the record straight – there is a meaning and it is a tad X-rated. “Smell My Face,” is what a bearded, red-necked male would say to his wife/girlfriend, family members, or friends after he has performed oral sex on his old lady. Hey, I warned you it is not for the weak of stomach or the faint of heart. But yes, to reiterate, “Smell My Face” is basically equivalent to yelling “Yahtzee” after you have rolled the same value on all five dice, except that instead of rolling dice, you are – ya’ know – chowin’ the box."

 

LMAO where the hell do some people come up with this stuff. You just have to laugh at articles like that.

 

keep up the good work gents....I'm going out for some fresh air.

 

Raoul is a slacker......that means I'm on my own.

Anyone seen the trailor to The Reaping?

It's gonna be an interesting movie:

http://thereapingmovie.warnerbros.com/

Who thinks Hilary Swank is a hottie?

 

I do! I do!

 

I wouldn't kick her out of bed...unless of course my wife was walking up the stairs


Just so everyone knows, IM JUST KIDDING!

 

How about a little cleavage to derail a thread......







Ok Raoul, I aim to please everyone here, so here is some eye candy for you too....

 

Me...

Did you see her in that blue backless dress when she won the Oscar (again) a few years ago???