Ran into Olga yesterday, she told me that she was in the North Valley on saturday evening and ran into a guy named Bob. This Bob told her that he was retired from IBM and had just recently moved to the valley from N.Y. Well one think led to another and the next thing ya know ol Bob was telling Olga that he was going to start with her toes and he was going to explore every crack crevace and oraface that she had with his tongue. This is where Olga just about started to cry, but she said that this Bob fell asleep and started to snore just when it was starting to be interesting. She said the only thing that gave her real satisfaction is that she blacked both of his eyes. I didn't see Bob at our match on Sunday. Can you shoot with acouple of black eyes?

Damn, JB is bbbbbbbbbbbback.

Welcome back dear!!!!
Innocent

Why is JB aways picking on the Bobs?

LOL JB I thought you were lost or Olga had you flown to the Mother Land to meet the family. Welcome back

PS: I'd never mess with Olga as I know she's yours ;)

259, you mean JB hasn't been to the motherland to meet the folks yet! Shame on him!

Innocent

Innocent wrote:259, you mean JB hasn't been to the motherland to meet the folks yet! Shame on him!

Innocent

He mumbled something about milk and a cow .... I'm not sure as he was mumbling a whole lot.

Bob259 wrote:

Innocent wrote:259, you mean JB hasn't been to the motherland to meet the folks yet! Shame on him!

Innocent

He mumbled something about milk and a cow .... I'm not sure as he was mumbling a whole lot.

Sounds like the Bride Price.

Bob, This Sunday is a big match. I hope your swelling goes down enough for you to shoot at least one match!

Bob, This Sunday is a big match. I hope your swelling goes down enough for you to shoot at least one match!

JB, are you accusing 259 of artificial support for his rifle?

Innocent