How many hats does ehBeth own?

First I need to know how many times Gus has mounted the dressmaker's Judy?

This could get complicated...

I think Gus has mounted as many sheep as the amount of men that PaulaJ has flashed in public while drunk.

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When I moved from California to New Mexico nearly 2-1/2 years ago, I brought along about 30 hat boxes stuffed with hats I had when I was required to dress very well for my job. Most of them were expensive suit-type hats. The move occurred so fast I didn't have time to dispose of them before I moved.

I finally found the perfect home for them. I donated them to the costume center source for all of the local theater groups in Albuquerque. They were thrilled to get them.

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I am so confused, so Paulaj has been flashing these drunk men, one of whom may or may not have Gus who was mounting a sheep or a dressmaker's judy while the costume department in Albuquerque (town motto: "Betcha can't spell our name while you are drunk and being flashed") has hired a youthful Mary Tyler Moore type to stand in the plaza and throw excess hats in the air.

Meanwhile the Governor, Bill Richardson, has had to deny that he threw his hat in the plaza and that he was in any way distracted by Paulaj's perky assets. A spokesman for the governor spoke (what else?) to the press this afternoon at 3:56pm saying that he was stunned by the accusations. The press inquired "Yeah, but did he like what he saw?"
Conditions deteriotered and we have all gathered here at Lacy's on the Plaza for refreshments. And for filing stories with the major news networks.

Watch this everning's news at Six. I'll be the one waving a hat.

Joe(I thought we weren't supposed to drink before four but I was corrected.) Nation

See my profile. Not that it will really help.

I only flash my privates, in private.

So there Poopycan.

What about us sargents?

Does it count as flashing if it's done in private?

I vote ... NO !!!

Hmm, ehBeth, what do, you do?

I say, you have a high I.Q. That type of girlie girl.

You once wrote, someplace on a2k, that you didn't think that you had a sense of humor, or that you wish you were funny.

One of the funniest comments I have ever read on a2k, was that "wire" comment.

If I start flashing the sargents, then the corporals are going to want in then the generals, when will it end? Will president Bush want to see my...

Do I look like my name is Paula J Platoon? P-P for short.

Animal activist here calling for an instant BAN to these GROTESQUE allegations of anyone abusing innocent animals like SHEEP.

You got info to that effect, run don't walk to the local sheriff who by law is obligated to investigate.

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Terry, I believe the mounting they are referring to is, putting hats on sheep.

Mounting: to put on top of. As in a what you do with a hat.

What are you thinking of, are you.................GET YOUR MIND out of the gutter, Jebus!

I think I want to vote again.

Perhaps the poll could be re-worded, so as to not cause confusion.

Btw, sheep aren't that innocent, I've met a few.

< gustav races through thread chasing several alluring sheep. Hat falls off in process. Beth picks it up and adds to collection. >

Paula writes, "Btw, sheep aren't that innocent, I've met a few."

You are quite right, I was at the Sheep dog trials and they were all found guilty.
Who was it who said," And yes, I've had a ewe but then again, to few to mention?"

That reminds me of a tale ...

It seems that years ago when Gus was just a cocky young lad , he set out for California to seek fame and fortune in the Gold Rush. Much to his delight , he did find everything he has seeking, including a kick-ass pair of pants invented by his buddy Levi ... everything that is, except the companionship of a good woman. Women it seems were so few and far between , that it was customary for the men to date sheep. Though at first repulsed by the idea (and remembering the unfortunate consequence of Uncle Fritz's livestock encounters) curiousity and horniness soon got the better of young Gus. One Saturday night, he sought out the companionship of the fattest, fluffiest young ewe he could find, and took her to town. But as the two of them strode into the local saloon, all carousing came to a dead stop and hushed whispers and pointed looks filled the air. Bewildered, Gus turned to the barkeep and said, " What the hell's going on? All you guys date sheep ?" From a nearby table , came the reply, "Yeah sure, but not the Sheriffs's gal."