PA.

This might be Richard Branson's.

Wanna be Drone. Note to self. Always tie down.

By being female?

Good thing she only bought a $2,000,000 beach house in Adelaide then. http://www.realestate.com.au/property-house-sa-brighton-113828767

Your hands reminds me of this car.

Try these links. http://web.archive.org/web/20080320230940/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/index.htm http://web.archive.org/web/20110202110203/http://lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20110615022936/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20110814151320/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20120617095259/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20120831142035/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20130603131130/http://lgtaerospace.com/ http://web.archive.org/web/20130917042253/http://www.lgtaerospace.com/ Try some of the links from these pages.

I have a Tom Tom GPS but it's 6 or 7 years out of date. I bought it at Walmart. They are under $100. Then sell it on ebay afterwards. http://www.walmart.com/ip/TomTom-VIA-1500M-SE-5-Portable-GPS/29115640

You got pictures, how hard could it be?

Huston, we have a winner.

In the greatest days of the British Empire, a new commanding officer was sent to a jungle outpost to relieve the retiring colonel. After welcoming his replacement and showing the courtesies (gin and tonic, cucumber sandwiches) that protocol decrees, the retiring colonel said, "You must meet Captain Smithers, my right-hand man, God, he's really the strength of this office. His talent is simply boundless." Smithers was summoned and introduced to the new CO, who was surprised to meet a toothless, hairless, scabbed and pockmarked specimen of humanity, a particularly unattractive man less than three foot tall. "Smithers, old man, tell your new CO about yourself." "Well, sir, I graduated with honours from Sandhurst, joined the regiment and won the Military Cross and Bar after three expeditions behind enemy lines. I've represented Great Britain in equestrian events and won a Silver Medal in the middleweight boxing division of the Olympics. I have researched the history of..." Here the colonel interrupted, "Yes, yes, never mind that Smithers, the CO can find all that in your file. Tell him about the day you told the local witch doctor to get f@$ked."

Try closer to home.

Been quiet in here recently. This one is a bit easy.

This be the flying paperclip.

Tell us about your most recent flight.

Maybe this thread should be called, Tell us about your latest flight.

Two politicians were taking over their long lunch when one said what are you doing regarding the Prostitution Bill? The second one said pay it.

A certain bookmaker who was making a long trip by car when toward nightfall he happened upon an inn which had a most unusual name: The Even Steven. Since it was located in the middle of a desolate stretch of country, and he didn't know how much farther the next place would be, he decided to stop there for the night. He registered, listing his occupation as a bookmaker, and decided to satisfy his curiosity about the name at the same time. "It's very simple, really," the proprietor explained. "You see, my name is Steven Even. So I just decided to turn it around and call this The Even Steven. I thought it might get a few folks puzzled enough to stop and ask questions, and sometimes it does." "That's a pretty smart way to use the luck of a name," said the bookie, appreciatively. "I bet it brings you a lot of business." "It hasn't brought me so much luck," he said. "The folks who stop here don't stay long. There's not much gaiety around here, as you could see. In fact, there's not another soul lives closer than thirty miles away, whichever way you go. Makes it pretty lonely for me, a widower. And worse still for my daughters — two of the loveliest girls you ever set eyes on, should have their pick of boyfriends. But, they are getting so frustrated they're about to do anything for a man." The bookie made sympathetic noises, and listened to more in the same vein until hunger obliged him to change the subject to that of food. An excellent home-cooked dinner was served to him by a gorgeous blonde who introduced herself as Blanche Even, and when he was finished she still kept pressing him to ask for anything else he wanted. Finally, she said, "Would you like me to sit and talk to you for a while?" "Thank you," he said politely, "but I've had a long day and I feel like closing the book." He went to his room and had just started to undress when there was a knock at the door and an absolutely breathtaking brunette came in. "I'm Carmen Even," she said. "I just wanted to see if you'd got everything you want." "I think so, thank you," he said pleasantly. "I do a lot of traveling, so I pack very systematically." When she had gone, he settled down with a sigh of relief and was about to put out the light at last when the door burst open once more and the proprietor himself stomped in, glowing with indignation. "What's the matter with you," he roared. "I've got to listen all night to my daughters moaning an' wailing, the most luscious gals in this county, because they all try to show you hospitality an' you won't give one of 'em a tumble. Ain't us Evens good enough for you?" "I'm sorry," said the transient. "But I told you when I registered that I'm a professional bookmaker: I only lay Odds."

Arrrrgh they?

Porcupines are not a suitable replacement for sheep.

Sure there isn't a Chinese woman hiding in the boot?

Funny, I thought it looked like Sydney Harbour during Mardi Gras.

I asked a Priest if it was OK to sleep with a woman who isn't my wife, he replied "Yes, as long as that is all you do."

He found out Whorelocks are cheaper.