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It's nice to be back in a country that doesn't censor the pages everyone looks at...

In Vietnam, all tripod.com and most geocities.com websites are censored and it's impossible to go to the pages without going through an online proxy.

A good book or a tough crossword puzzle with a strong cup of coffee on a cold day.

Homemade split-pea soup (with lots of ham) and fresh cornbread.

Proverbs 3:13 Happy is the man who finds wisdom,
And the man who gains understanding;
14 For her proceeds are better than the profits of silver,
And her gain than fine gold.
15 She is more precious than rubies,
And all the things you may desire cannot compare with her.

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and dunkin' donuts coffee and a pumpkin glazed donut....yum!

change.

Moe's Southwest Grill.

funkcicle wrote:change.

as long as its the right change...
I hate it when the chick at the register gives me the wrong change.....

k

The company of a good woman.
Good times with lots of well - behaved kids around.
Producing a nice fat tuba bass sound in a fun group of musicians.
A fine guitar with new strings and an audience that loves my material enough to buy me beer.
A fast sailboat in a good breeze with a school of dolphins doing a circus act all around us.

PT-6P's

Tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches

Dethklok's Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle

Metal music in general

Fountains of Rome tuba excerpt simply for the fact people say, "It's not who plays this the best in an orchestral audition; it's who sucks the least."

Strudel...

Pretzels...

Tons of other things that I'm just too lazy to include...

I love to find a relatively intact recently killed armadillo alongside the road.
They always lie on their backs with all four feet in the air (unless they're squooshed too bad).
I drive a little further until I find a beer can on the roadside (a common occurance here in Alabama) - preferably a nice shiny silver Coors can.
I pick up and dump the beer can and drive back to the deceased armadillo. It is easy to prop the beer can on the armadillo's nose (suported by it's stiff front legs) so it looks to passing cars like it drank itself to death.
Chugalug ya'll,
Tooter

tubatooter1940 wrote:I love to find a relatively intact recently killed armadillo alongside the road.
They always lie on their backs with all four feet in the air (unless they're squooshed too bad).
I drive a little further until I find a beer can on the roadside (a common occurance here in Alabama) - preferably a nice shiny silver Coors can.
I pick up and dump the beer can and drive back to the deceased armadillo. It is easy to prop the beer can on the armadillo's nose (suported by it's stiff front legs) so it looks to passing cars like it drank itself to death.
Chugalug ya'll,
Tooter

Sounds like fun.

What makes you H A P P Y ?


Nothing

k001k47 wrote:What makes you H A P P Y ?


Nothing

I suppose you could say that misanthropy makes you happy, but that would kind of defeat the purpose...

OldsRecording wrote:

k001k47 wrote:What makes you H A P P Y ?


Nothing

I suppose you could say that misanthropy makes you happy, but that would kind of defeat the purpose...

Somewhere in there is a joke about Bertrand Russell and Jeremy Bentham walking into a bar.

Not being at work.

MA

bloke wrote:yeah...yeah...yeah...

"Present, but not drinking."

Don't lose your head, there.

What makes me H A P P Y?

Well, owning a tuba isn't half bad!

Cooking dinner with my girlfriend.

The look on a student's face when they accomplish something for the first time.

Seeing/hearing my 18 month old nephew say, "AH AH AH!" every time he sees the Count on Sesame Street.

In college, our school used to change the schedule during Thanksgiving week, and on Tuesday, we would all follow our Thursday schedule. My friends and I called it Thuesday, and we celebrated every year with a home cooked Thanksgiving dinner, with just our friends. The fact that we all still get together and do this, makes me happy.

Tim "Thuesday is only one week away" Murphy

TMurphy wrote: Seeing/hearing my 18 month old nephew say, "AH AH AH!" every time he sees the Count on Sesame Street.

Ha, I'd completely forgotten about him. Wow, good memories.