fishingnut

INDIANS DON'T USE SADDLES...... A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down.... An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town. She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a' so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills. When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final 'Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!' and rode off. ' What did you do to get that Indian so excited?' asked the service-station attendant. 'Nothing,' the woman answered. 'I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn't fall off.' 'Lady,' the attendant said, 'Indians don't use saddles'.

a forum member holds a ANSA record for forktailed catfish (blue)

Mick's Missus . . . . . . Camp'n and Fish'n Mick was attending his 4wd club's monthly meeting and had just told them he couldn't make the upcoming Cape Keraudren (the start of the Eighty Mile beach 151 kilometres north east of Port Hedland) camping and fishing trip because his missus wouldn't let him go !!! After copping the under the thumb remarks and other derisive remarks Mick left to go back home to the missus. When Mick's mates started arriving to set up camp at Cape Keraudren the following week who should be there;but Mick sitting up in front of Land Rover 4WD, swag rolled out , fishing rod in hand, camp oven roast stewingaway in a hot bed of coals. "How did ya talk ya missus into letting you go Mick?" "I didn't have to ," was Mick's reply."When I left the meeting I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows. Then the missus snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and said, "Surprise". When I peeled her hands back she was standing there in a beautiful see through negligee and she said , 'Carry me into the bedroom and tie me to the bed and you can do whatever you want’. SO HERE I AM !!!

Two nuns, Sister Catherine and Sister Helen, are traveling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tiny little Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the windshield. 'Quick, quick!' shouts Sister Catherine. 'What shall we do?’ Turn the windshield wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination,' says Sister Helen. Sister Catherine switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns 'What shall I do now?' she shouts. 'Switch on the windshield washer. I filled it up with Holy Water at the Vatican,' says Sister Helen. Sister Catherine turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he cling’s on and continues hissing at the nuns. 'Now what?' shouts Sister Catherine. 'Show him your cross,' says Sister Helen. 'Now you're talking,' says Sister Catherine. She opens the window and shouts, 'Get the f**k off the car'.

cool report mate, people gettin bit by muddies always cracks me up! pitty ya didnt get to eat the bugger

pm sent

sleeps like this all the time

this is missy my 8 week old staffy bully cross got her last sunday and man is she a handfull!

dog sh!t

Bluevien wrote: jesus does that dog have any bones? thats a rubber dog!

can you do some before and after pics?

faulked wrote: lmfao, do not use coke to wash your boat! acid wash the affected areas.Mix the coke with some rum sit back and enjoy, then get the mother of all pressure washers and give it a good going over, dont forget rain coat as you will get wet! dont do it on the lawn unless u wanna kill it and get some more rum..... too easy