How many people out there will remember my first post, coming up now.
Introduction to Daily Gaggle March 23 2005.
Good morning to you all on this wet and windy day on the Central Coast of N S W Australia.
This blog is not intended for the overheated super educated persons, whose main intent is to impress us with their glossary of alternate words and expressions which tend to become meaningless to normal average people. I will not be impressed by inane one word stupid comments. You may use clear precise philistinic grammar. but keep it readable, for the masses. Overdone obscene statements may be deleted.
Well, the rules remain the same but not the weather pattern, in fact the highest midday temp this past eight days peaked at 37C averaging out at 35.5C, Remember this is nearly a month into Autumn (Fall).
Looking back over posts in the archives, some would qualify for a re-run, I may do this when experiencing a bout of idleness which is happening only too often, this problem comes with age but I am thankful for my good mobility and faculties, when I see those associates of my era wobbling around with a not too with it expression.
As for five years of blogging, friends and foes have come and gone, the few remaining regular long standing visitors (Commenter's)remain the soul of the blog. Sadly all was going well with the Nth American blog scene until I racked up an army of Gun Loving dissidents opposed to my Anti Gun stand, The Status Quo remains.
Over the past few months it has been a sort of revealing exercise with unknown relatives alive and deceased plus friends from half a century back popping up from nowhere. This has spurred on my son David to search deeper into family records, with surprising results, particularly one piece of family records produced by my newly acquired beautiful niece which has opened the inevitable Can of Worms, although many people have laid claim to my status many times in a derogatory manner, they may well be correct if that morsel of black and white print is given a public airing, but of course I shall deny it.
And for relatives who are now thinking that I am a right thingy ( must not use that word until confirmed) For not joining 'Face book' I apologise if any offence caused. and for those relatives who take the time and effort to communicate one way or another thank you. and for some of my Oz rello's who only communicate around Birthdays and festive hand out periods, more regular calls may prevent me lapsing into 'Old Timers' and forgetting all together. And for our prodigal 'S', we love you still and hope you are happy in your surroundings where ever you are and who ever you are with, There is no need to communicate or return home as we are at present in a state of Peace and tranquility..
My best regards to everyone. LJB, aka Vest.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Post Number 622 Completes Five Years of Blogging
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Vest Has Left the Building
To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).
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5 years only?
u r just a baby Vest
any way lets celebrate
bring out your best Champagne
and ROSEs and Candy for those who dont drink
if u r giving away ROSEs and Candy
I wont drink too
As for five years of blogging,
friends and foes have come and gone, the few remaining regular long standing visitors (Commenter's)remain the soul of the blog.
Sadly all was going well with the Nth American blog scene until I racked up an army of Gun Loving dissidents opposed to my Anti Gun stand, The Status Quo remains.
I am with u
I dont mind guns though
what I dont like is Rifles
this is my Rifle
and this is my gun
This is for killing
this is for fun
Silly old boy
never call a Rifle a Gun
u wudnt want us to call your Ship a Boat
You do a great job blogging, my friend. At this rate, soon you will be waving good bye to a thousand blogs.
a tribute to the marketing genius of the US of A ...
COKE a beverage with no nutrition and laced with pesticide
Mc Donalds and KFC, Junk foods
Armaments and selling NUKES to the rest of the World (NPT ???)
Selling sickness by Drug MNCs
they led the World believe they were first on the moon
they told us Saddam had WMD and we shud attack IRAQ
while the fist nation to use WMD was USA on a civilian population in Hiroshima
U dumb or what Vesty old boy
u just got a FATWA, this time from TSMOM and gang
silly old boy
the cowboys carry Rifles
not just guns
dont worry ROSE
when he gets killed
I will be there for u
it worked Wally
wont be long now
Wally and me
we plotted this
dunno if I am imagining this
but I cud swear a Rose
went Wooo Hooo too
these equipments were installed at BARC, Satellite launching Stations, Ordinance Depots, Refineries, etc
I have bad Karma
I m loosing weight dear
am only 55 Kg now
inclusive of Dick and testes
this is a TRUE CONFESSION hunny
they (manufacturers) gonna crucify me
for ratting on dem
and the LAW will hang me for what I done
Jimmy. This is not a confessional.
We have no bureaucratic resourses to facilitate the records of peoples personal body parts, and our policy is not to accept or record private details of one's family heirlooms(jewels). Our young grand children are starting to ask questions where there is no ready answer. More modesty please or the delete button comes out to play.
u cant sterilize the hole damn World
but keep trying
I did confess to a Catlik priest
he told me to say sorry Jesus and I will be forgiven
That padre sure is dumb
he dont know about KARMA
America also said Sorry Jesus
after VIET NAM
and Pope Paul said sorry to Galileo a hundred years after he died in his cell
Mr Vest , you have a high degree of tolerence. who is jimmy?
I am like that too
who is VEST
Nationality NONE (World citizen)
About VEST in short
jolly good fellow
plays CRICKET the gentle mans game
loyal to friends and spouse
will publish VIEWS he dont subscribe to
provided u dont use the F word
future generations will look upon me kindly and with great respect
I will be writing History
- Sir Winston Churchill
The Victors write History
read this guys http://ugotafriend.blogspot.com/2010/03/heil-hitler-worlds-greatest-leader.html
A teacher is discussing biology and health to her 4th grade students: 'Human Beings are the only animals that stutter,' she says.
A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."
The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
'Well,' she began, 'I was in the back yard with my kitty
and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!'
'That must've been scary,' said the teacher.
'It sure was,' said the little girl. 'My kitty raised her back, went "Sssss", "Sssss", "Sssss. 'And before she could say 'Shit,' the Rottweiler ate her!'
The teacher had to leave the room.
Angie: Unfortunately I am restricted by my own rules which prevent me drawing you a true picture of Jimmy. I suggest you call at his blog and find out using your police skills..
But don't have him arrested, that I hope will be my priviledge, sooner or later.
Is this on your patch vesty?
Bizarre brothel backflip as council seeks to shut down gym.
COUNCILS will usually do everything in their power to stop a brothel opening next door to a school or playground.
But one council is doing everything it can to shut down a children's gym centre after it inadvertently opened next door to a brothel.
Now parents of the 300 children who attend the centre - about 100m from the brothel - are determined to keep it open.
The group will file a 1000-strong petition with Wyong Shire Council next month in a last-ditch bid to force the council to reverse its decision.
Kim Ryan, a former national gymnastics competitor, wanted to fulfil a lifetime dream and open her own gymnastics centre.
Late last year when an appealing site came up in Berkeley Vale, she rang the council to ask if the building's 4B zoning was suitable.
After she was told it was allowed she went ahead and opened the centre in January - only to be sent a letter by council ordering her to shut it down because there was a brothel next door.
"I didn't even know there was a brothel there," she said.
Ms Ryan asked her landlord why he failed to mention it before she signed a three-year lease. Landlord Ken Parnell said the lease was arranged through a real-estate agent and given there was an aquatic centre across the road, a church a few doors down and a school nearby "it just never entered our minds". Having sunk $90,000 into setting up the business, the single mum faces financial ruin.
Wally: I read it in yesterdays Daily Telegraph, My fav newspaper, delivered to my door daily for less than a dollar.
Wally, it's where our local council big shots go to get their rocks off. The church is handy to repent their sins, a few Hail Mary's and they are off the hook until they get horny again.
Vest- What is or who is your prodigal s?
Anon. It is a personal message. A need to know only by the recipient.
Happy birthday/anniversary, Vest.
Bridget: What a refreshing surprise. Keep calling. What happened three years back should never had happened. It is time to bury the hatchet, However let us not mark the spot.XXX.
Christ has risen
and we must too
we have to change
I am glad to tell u Maria
I havent smoked for 8 days now
my tongue is redder
my cheeks too
when u tell a smoker SMOKING CAUSES CANCER
he says OK
I dont want to live till 100 anyway
same with me
until I read about erectile dysfunction and smoking
Smoking causes sexual impotence too
restricted blood flow to the penis
To all the wives of all the smokers
if he dont quit smoking
come to me
I taste nicer too
When asked what the problem was, June went into a
tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the
16 years they had
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy,
loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire
laundry list of
unmet needs she had endured over the course of their
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient
length of time,
the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after
asking June to
stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra,
put his hands on her
breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing
her passionately as
her partner Pete watched with a raised eyebrow!
June shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat
down while basking
in the glow of being highly aroused.
The therapist turned to Pete and said, 'This is
what your woman needs at
least three times a week.. Can you do this?'
Pete thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I
can drop June off here
on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play
Einstein, Edison, Newton and Dasouzasaby are geniuses of the world!
Women Are Crabby
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years
old only to find that anything that came in contact with
those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to
tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra
contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had
calluses on our backs.
> Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or
sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we
cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little
mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton
rods in places we didn't even know we
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the
first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod
push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right
and didn't end up with his little cart before his
horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on
dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't
spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course,
amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to
live with the growing little angels inside us steadily
kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we
were preparing to have Rosemary's
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole
watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we
sneezed.. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our
blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle
of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet,
moaning in pain all the way to the
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while
'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and
push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10),
warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us
cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball
through a keyhole.
> After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find
that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful
little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey,
snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop
> Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious
sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his
somewhere around his 18th birthday.
> So we progress into the grand finale: 'The
Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's
either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned
'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or,
sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases
daily and bite the head off anything that
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men,
when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's
cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their
> So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would
make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the
Yeah right. Bite
this was esp posted for the offspring of Rose and Vest
u guys must know child production and rearing is one helluvajob
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