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    Junior Member ViperSnake's Avatar
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    Thumbs up The Techzonez Long thread

    Well I just have 2 rules:
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    2. Just keep posting!

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    Bure limps out of game
    Agent says Pavel's 'facing a very uncertain future'

    It seems we've seen the last of the Russian Rocket's red glare.

    The most exciting player in the history of the Vancouver Canucks isn't "officially" retiring yet.

    And, as long as Pavel Bure is young, there is always hope given the way he loves the game of hockey.

    But his knees simply won't permit him to perform in any way even remotely close to his diminished form of last season.
    http://www.canada.com/search/story.a...4-8393ab9446fe

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    all bets are off... TZ Veteran SupaStar's Avatar
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    This almost seems like a feeble attempt to increase your post count without really saying anything...LOL

    The proof is in the pudding

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    This is a neat eye-candy to make some variation in those regular lakes/rivers. It's pretty simple to make: just lay down some shallow water, tuna fish and flowers close together, and decorate with specks of shallows, sea rocks and maybe a shipwreck.

    http://www.geocities.com/fissh_e/sce...terflowers.htm

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    I don't understand this thread, that pudding that SupaStar talks about..what flavor ? and I can't see a redx in eggs sig let alone do I know what he's talking about...

    I knew I shouldn't of taken acid in the 60's

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    I don't know Fastgame, i'm still seeing, "the colors, man", in a wavy motion up at the first post - far out......peace bro.

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    all bets are off... TZ Veteran SupaStar's Avatar
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    Originally posted by FastGame
    I don't understand this thread, that pudding that SupaStar talks about..what flavor ? and I can't see a redx in eggs sig let alone do I know what he's talking about...

    I knew I shouldn't of taken acid in the 60's
    Hehe...

    What I'm getting at is, this thread appears to be a way for a person to increase their post count without having anything particularily useful to say.

    My reference to pudding is that often people think that the more posts a person has, the more useful they are. I however, disagree... To me it's whether your post adds any real value to the thread that's more important, depending on the topic of course

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    Bread Pudding Surprise
    From Camille O. Cosby


    I love this bread pudding recipe because it makes me feel connected to my grandmother and to my father. My father learned the bread pudding recipe from his mother, then gave it to me and my brothers and sister. It is a recipe that will be passed to my children and, hopefully, to their children, Consequently, the bread pudding recipe will be perpetual.

    Ingredients


    4 c. of day-old French bread (torn into one-inch pieces)
    2 c. milk
    1 c. apple juice
    1 whole egg plus
    4 egg whites
    1/3 c. sugar
    1 tsp. vanilla
    1/2 tsp. nutmeg
    1/8 tsp. cinnamon
    1/2 to 3/4 c. raisins
    1 tbsp. margarine
    6 tbsps. fresh bread crumbs
    1 tbsp. brown sugar
    You will need:

    absolutely one adult
    measuring cup
    2-qt. saucepan
    2 qt. mixing bowl
    egg beater or whisk
    measuring spoons
    small frying pan
    4x8-inch bread pan
    large mixing spoon
    baking pan (larger than bread pan)
    oven mitts

    Directions

    Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Warm the milk and apple juice in saucepan. Beat egg and egg whites in bowl; add 1/3 cup sugar, vanilla, nutmeg, and cinnamon; add bread, warm milk, and juice. Let mixture sit 20 minutes. Grease the bread pan with 1/2 of the margarine. Layer the bottom of the pan with 1/3 of the mixture; sprinkle with 1/2 of the raisins, repeat procedure for next layer, then end with bread mixture on top layer.

    In frying pan melt remaining margarine; add fresh bread crumbs until golden; add brown sugar, then sprinkle the mixture over layered bread pudding. Place bread pan into larger pan, which contains enough hot water to come half way up the side of the bread pan. Bake until knife inserted into pudding comes out clean (approximately 45 to 60 minutes).

    Remove from oven with mitts, cool, then refrigerate.

    Serves 12.
    http://www.wchstv.com/gmarecipes/breadpudding.html
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    Two guys run frantically down the road as they are being chased. By what or by whom is unknown at this point, but death is certainly creeping upon them. They run and run, till their lungs fill with breaths of fire, the expanding and contrasting is bringing them to their knees. Their muscles ache with pain as each step rips and tears at cartilage, muscle fiber and to the core of their bones. It has been a run that seemed to age them, and there is no end in site. Suddenly one of the two falls. He had tripped over the tinest of pebbles sitting in the road directly in front of him. The other, sparing not a second lugs his fallen comrade up and supports him like a mouse holding up a rhino. For his comrade is nearly twice his height and three times his weight. The knees of the fallen one are scraped all to hell, blood oozes out in spurts. There is no time to apply the badly needed guaze and dressing to the wound. They have got to move on. Time is wasting, and for them, every second could be their last.

    Little did they know....






















































    Tune in next week for the not so exciting conclusion to this waste of time story.
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    What I'm getting at is, this thread appears to be a way for a person to increase their post count without having anything particularily useful to say.
    Exactly!!! Look at me! All talk and nothing worth a Bone.

    ONE summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by the window; he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might. Then came a peasant woman down the street crying, "Good jams, cheap! Good jams, cheap!" This rang pleasantly in the tailor's ears; he stretched his delicate head out of the window, and called, "Come up here, dear woman; here you will get rid of your goods." The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her heavy basket, and he made her unpack the whole of the pots for him. He inspected all of them, lifted them up, put his nose to them, and at length said, "The jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound that is of no consequence." The woman who had hoped to find a good sale, gave him what he desired, but went away quite angry and grumbling. "Now, God bless the jam to my use," cried the little tailor, "and give me health and strength;" so he brought the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across the loaf and spread the jam over it. "This won't taste bitter," said he, "but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite." He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam ascended so to the wall, where the flies were sitting in great numbers, that they were attracted and descended on it in hosts. "Hola! who invited you?" said the little tailor, and drove the unbidden guests away. The flies, however, who understood no German, would not be turned away, but came back again in ever-increasing companies. The little tailor at last lost all patience, and got a bit of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and saying, "Wait, and I will give it to you," struck it mercilessly on them. When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out. "Art thou a fellow of that sort?" said he, and could not help admiring his own bravery. "The whole town shall know of this!" And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it, and embroidered on it in large letters, "Seven at one stroke!" "What, the town!" he continued, "The whole world shall hear of it!" and his heart wagged with joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on the girdle, and resolved to go forth into the world, because he thought his workshop was too small for his valour. Before he went away, he sought about in the house to see if there was anything which he could take with him; however, he found nothing but an old cheese, and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had to go into his pocket with the cheese. Now he took to the road boldly, and as he was light and nimble, he felt no fatigue. The road led him up a mountain, and when he had reached the highest point of it, there sat a powerful giant looking about him quite comfortably. The little tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, "Good day, comrade, so thou art sitting there overlooking the wide-spread world! I am just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Hast thou any inclination to go with me?" The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said, "Thou ragamuffin! Thou miserable creature!"

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    "Oh, indeed?" answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat, and showed the giant the girdle, "There mayst thou read what kind of a man I am!" The giant read, "Seven at one stroke," and thought that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. "Do that likewise," said the giant, "if thou hast strength?" "Is that all?" said the tailor, "that is child's play with us!" and put his hand into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the liquid ran out of it. "Faith," said he, "that was a little better, wasn't it?" The giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high that the eye could scarcely follow it. "Now, little mite of a man, do that likewise." "Well thrown," said the tailor, "but after all the stone came down to earth again; I will throw you one which shall never come back at all." And he put his hand into his pocket, took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird, delighted with its liberty, rose, flew away and did not come back. "How does that shot please you, comrade?" asked the tailor. "Thou canst certainly throw," said the giant, "but now we will see if thou art able to carry anything properly." He took the little tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there felled on the ground, and said, "If thou art strong enough, help me to carry the tree out of the forest." "Readily," answered the little man; "take thou the trunk on thy shoulders, and I will raise up the branches and twigs; after all, they are the heaviest." The giant took the trunk on his shoulder, but the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the giant who could not look round, had to carry away the whole tree, and the little tailor into the bargain: he behind, was quite merry and happy, and whistled the song, "Three tailors rode forth from the gate," as if carrying the tree were child's play. The giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way, could go no further, and cried, "Hark you, I shall have to let the tree fall!" The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the giant, "Thou art such a great fellow, and yet canst not even carry the tree!"

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    My Name is.... TZ Veteran Stripe's Avatar
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    shall i go on ...

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    Originally posted by Stripe
    shall i go on ...
    Why of coarse, you have anything with paragraph's...lol

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    Well this is just a place to have a long and sweet thread of the best of Techzonez

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    This is the best long thread of TZ http://www.techzonez.com/forums/show...te+on+the+farm

    Oh I miss that LiL German girl

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