Fountain of Youth

These four older ladies who lived in Naples,Italy and 

always sat outside together near the church and chatted 

about when they pooled their money together 

and bought a laptop. 

 Never having been to, but having heard all about Florida , they just happened to click on St. Augustine, Florida . They read all about the Fountain of Youth, claimed by the Spaniards when they arrived there.
They collected up all they had left and sent for four bottles of the water.
As soon as it arrived, they drank as directed. The rest of this story will
Make you a believer, because here they are today...

 No. This is TRUE! Really!
Would we lie to you?
We have a limited supply of this water available
At an incredibly low price of just $199.95 a bottle.
Seriously.
HURRY BEFORE THE INVENTORY RUNS OUT!
Make checks payable to:
Democratic National Committee.
You can trust us, you know we would NEVER lie to you; especially about your healthcare.

Thanks David

Today We Honor Our Best

Always on this day I remember my best friend, Bill, growing up.

I posted that story HERE. It is very near and dear to my heart. 

Below is a special shot of the Vietnam War Memorial.

My Friend Bill Mercer is on this Wall, and this is why The Wall 

has so much meaning to me.

I was one of the lucky ones, and for that I am truly grateful.

Bless all that have given everything. 

***************************************

Some Truths

Thanks David

Football ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

 A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. 

They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After 

the game, he asked her how she liked the experience. 

"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants 

and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why 

they were killing each other over 25 cents." Dumbfounded, 

her date asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, they flipped a 

coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all 

they kept screaming was, 'Get the quarterback! 

Get the quarterback!' I'm like, hello? It's only 25 cents!" 

 Stolen from the The Laugh Factory (LINK)

Photos From 101KGB-iHeart Radio (LINK)

Other Football Loving Rule 5 ers:

The Other McCain 
Proof Positive

Randy's Roundtable

Reaganite Republican

Guns and Bikinis

Maggie's Notebook 

RULE 5 SITES
TOTUS

In a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Adrienne's Corner
The Feral Irishman
Knuckledraggin My Life Away
Diogenes' Middle Finger
Ninety Miles From Tyranny
Doubletroubletwo  
Angrymikes hood 
MissK's World...
American Power
GOODSTUFF'S CYBER WORLD
A Nod To The Gods   
Act Well Your Part
Subject to Change
Your Crazy Uncle Bubba
Political Clown Parade
 The Last Tradition
The Right Way

Holes . . . .

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Who Are These People?

Thanks Facebook Dudes and Dudettes!

Liberal Hall of Shame . . . .

Thanks Facebook Buddies!

A Letter From Ma

Dearest Redneck Son,

          I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast.  We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved.  I won't be able to send you the address because the last Ozark family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address.
          This place is really nice.  It even has a washing machine.  I'm not sure about it.  I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain.  We haven't seen them since.
          The weather isn't bad here.  It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second time for four days.
          About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
          Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday.  We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.
          Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is yet, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.  The baby looks just like your brother.
          Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week.  Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned.  We had him cremated, he burned for three days.
          Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving.  He rolled down the window and swam to safety.  Your other two friends were in the back.  They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down!
          There isn't much more news at this time.  Nothing much out of the normal has happened.
    
 Your Favorite Aunt,
      Ma

 Bless You Hal, for have dun gived!

Awww Monday ~ Woodsterman Style L

Awww ~ Nap Time ... zzzzzzzz

 

Well Bye!

 

Happy Blogiversary To The Woodsterman ~ VII

Yes it's true, we all have to endure another mindless

Woodsterman Blogiversary. Can you believe that this

is number 7. 

As always I REALLY need to thank you guys and dolls

for this crazy fictional character's success. If it weren't

for you guys hitting this place 3.7 million times I would

have retired this old sweetheart many years ago.

We can't forget the endless stream of awards this

old guy has received. The celebrations have been too

numerous to count (Thanks Sweet Pea).

Have you ever visited the Old Woodsterman at 

Facebook. Below is his Facebook Banner.

Some of you have met the real woodsterman and some of 

have seen him and didn't even know. I love playing tricks. 

  

Being an old fashioned guy I'm just now getting into selfies.

OH ... the most often asked question, who is 

your favorite blonde you have ever posted. 

That's her below. She is labeled in a folder,

"THE Blonde".

 

Thanks again all of you, Odie