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Just got back from the doc. Looks like I will keep the end of my toe. For now, anyway.

The VA can suck it as far as I'm concerned. Went to them when this all started and they gave me a glucose meter and test strips. Then they sent me a bill for $175! I didn't pay it and they took it out of my tax refund. No more VA for me.

Agent Orange exposure has pretty much wrecked my life. Besides the 2 liver transplants, I am diabetic. As such I have neuropathy, or no feeling in my feet, except pain. I tend to drag my left big toe. I have very little strength in it and it tends to hang down. Friday, after getting ready for our fish gathering, I was walking out of the bedroom and heard a pop. I looked down because it sounded like I stepped on a big, juicy bug. But no, I actually broke the end of my toe off. No just broke it, but it was like I snapped a banana off and the only thing holding it was the skin on the bottom of my toe. Never hurt any at all. It just so happened my wife was home. She bandaged it up after almost fainting and off to the ER we went. Xrays showed it broken just above the joint. Dr. sewed it back on and I didn't even get a numbing shot. That's how bad my neuropathy is. Anyway, if any of you have neuropathy or know someone who does, tell them to watch it. I go to the ortopedic surgeon Wednesday and fing out if he will splint it or take it off. As for me, I'd rather keep it. It has gone everywhere with me and I'd hate to end this long relationship!

My first was a Harley 900 ironhead Sporster. Nothing but the big Harleys since. Everything from baggers to choppers. And the chicks love the vibrations! Kinda like having an 800 lb. dildo.

Took a lot of guts and courage. I salute him.

Is there a torque spec? I have never seen one.

I've got a set of those, but I am concerned about the upper slipping out when removing/installing a barrel nut. Or a flash hide.

But, they are the same! Just like 223 and 5.56. It's just the military designation.

I hope the Brady bunch have to pay every nickel. They are the ones who thought up this brilliant idea.

Primary Arms 4-14 mil/mil. Then take the $500+ you save and buy a load of good ammo.

Thanks guys.

Great looking trout. Mighty good eating!

Yeah. I have one for my boy gun, but I don't want to ruin it by using it on the man gun. Thanks for the reply.

I think I dated her once.

A clamshell for our man sized uppers. Seems everone makes them for the boy guns but not for our man guns. What's up with that?

Jan, Sue and Mary haven't seen each other since leaving school. They rediscover each other via a reunion website and arrange to meet for lunch in a wine bar. Jan arrives first, wearing a beige Versace. She orders a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Sue arrives shortly afterward, in grey Chanel. After the required ritualized kisses she joins Jan in a glass of wine. Then Mary walks in, wearing a faded old tee-shirt, blue jeans and boots. She too shares the wine. Jan explains that after leaving school and graduating from Cambridge in Classics, she met and married Timothy, with whom she has a beautiful daughter. Timothy is a partner in one of London's leading law firms. They live in a house in Chelsea, where Susanna, the daughter, attends drama school. They have a second home in Italy. Sue relates that she graduated from St Thomas' and became a surgeon. Her husband, Clive, is a leading City investment banker. They live Kensington and have a second home in Florida. Mary explains that she left school at 17 and ran off with her boyfriend, Jim. They run a tropical bird park in Ilford and grow their own vegetables. Jim can stand five parrots, side by side, on his penis. Halfway down the third bottle of wine and several hours later, Jan blurts out that her husband is really a cashier in Asda. They live in a small apartment in Barking and have a caravan at Southend. Sue, chastened and encouraged by her old friend's honesty, explains that she and Clive are both nurses in a retirement home. They live in Tower Hamlets and go on camping trips. Mary admits that the fifth parrot has to stand on one leg.

Finally got a tube type free floating handguard. No pictures, but it is black and round. 9 1/2 incher.

It should use P-mags and they are under $20 everywhere. I shopped around and found mine for $15, but I don't remember where I got them.

I have the Windham SRC 308. One of the best rifles I own. Not quite as accurate as my M1a, but close. My M1a is match conditioned, so that says a lot about the WW. I finally found a suitable free floating handguard for the WW so that maybe will shrink the groups. I was a Gunners Mate in the NAVY and was the precision shooter for my platoon. As such, I am a little more than anal about accuracy. My bolt guns have to be 1/4" shooters and my self shuckers I strive for 1/2" accuracy. You will love the Windham. They are good people to deal with and they are the old Bushmaster builders. Check utube for the Windham factory tour video. It's what turned me from Armalite to Windham.

Nice looking rifle!

I knew about it. I would love to go before I die.

Thanks.

I'm still waiting for the call back. I volunteered to man the door gun on a helo.

I concur.

Have you ever wondered where and how yodeling began? Many years ago a man was traveling through the mountains of Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching and he had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night. The farmer told him that he could sleep in the barn. As the story goes, the farmer’s daughter asked her father, “Who is that man going into the barn?” “That fellow traveling through,” said the farmer. “needs a place to stay for the night, so, I told him he could sleep in the barn.” The daughter said, “Perhaps he is hungry.” So she prepared him a plate of food for him and then took it out to the barn. About an hour later, the daughter returned. Her clothing disheveled and straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went. The farmer’s wife was very observant. She then suggested that perhaps the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of wine, took it out to the Barn, and she too did not return for an hour. Her clothing was askew, Her blouse buttoned incorrectly. She also headed straight to bed. The next morning at sunrise the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left. When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor was gone, she broke into tears. “How could he leave without even saying goodbye,” she cried. “We made such passionate love last night!” “What?” shouted the father as he angrily ran out of the house looking for the man, who by now was halfway up the mountain. The farmer screamed up at him, “I’m going to get you! You had sex with my daughter!” The man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth, and yelled out….. “LAIDTHEOLADEETOO”