im bored

LONE WOLF. Is now to be known as the lone gopher.lol

.....aahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

twas a trick to steal my handle........

I lied......... I was never 17........

Please let be be Wolfie.........pleeeeeese......

Cheers

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well wolfie instead of 10 hail marys you can send me 10 stickers(e/o) and you may be known as lone wolf.lol

Lone gopher DOES have a ring to it, maybe Troopy Traveller can do you a gopher gif Wolfie, or should I say Gophie!!!!!!

Sure Bonz wasnt sure if a wolf or gopher was supposed to pop up. Glad you missed me while a I was learning to drive, LOL. Carolyn

a href="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/Troopy_Travellers/wolfiegopher.gif">Wolfie down a hole

second attempt

hahahahaah what a classic, Carolyn you are a gem.

The Lone Gopher.
When you're in trouble
And you just cant
work out what that
rattle underneath is
reach for your member message
and call
THE LONE GOPHER

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH

Thank you Bonz nothing a lady loves more than to be appreciated. The gopher was actually very cute. Perhaps Wolfie might like to be the Lone Gopher LOL. Carolyn

Gopher

Ahh Carolyn, thats MUCH cuter than Wolfie hahahaha

Pics - I DEMAND Pics

MMMMM Ruth, LOL, yes we also went where these days only 4WD go in a Morris 1100 ...... mmmm....... about that age also....for a private picnic and down a big sandy slightly grassy hill and it couldnt get up and over so MOTH (or boyfreind then ;) )had to walk to what is now Boat Harbour 4WD Park and get someone I knew to come and tow us out with an old fashioned landrover. Was my face red........ Carolyn.

Hey Carolyn - great memories, must be about the same age. One of our friends had a Morris 1000 and went parking at famous National Park (which was risky with all of us hanging around) - anyway, it seems a little unclear(even now - hahaha) how it happened but in the throes of passion (obviously from the back seat) someones foot hit the gear stick (those really long ones) and knocked it out of gear and it slowly slipped over the bank and onto the big (as in large) rocks at the water's edge. The passion must have been quite something because they didn't realise it had happened until one stepped out of the car to go for a walk. About the same time this happened it turned out some of the littler kids were spying on the big kids and came running up the hill to tell the rest of us.
Down the hill we rushed to see, back up the hill with the plan - we had to 'borrow' the SWB Landrover belonging to Father of boy in back seat. SWB being untouchable to the kids. Very difficult as Father was in house with visitors (parents of some of us). We quietly pushed it out of the garage backwards, and down the long hill where we could start it without Father hearing. About twenty of us to the rescue which was quite difficult really, bouncing Morris backwards over those big rocks but little damage occurred - the hardest part was getting the SWB back into the garage without making any noise. The driver of the Morris turned into a pilot - one can only hope his foot doesn't hit something in the front of one of those Jumbos in an odd moment of passion!!! Gosh, that was a good memory. Thanks for reminding me, Carolyn.

Did you grow up in "The Shire" Ruth? Have Botany Bay National Park on the East and Bonna Point on the west here and those planes come right in over the top sometimes so I also hope he watches what he is doing or he might end up in a couple of big norfolk pine trees or the oil refinery, lol, Carolyn

Nup, it was in Queensland. LOL LOL. Hope he doesn't look on this site - actually we all got a bit of a shock that night because the girl turned out to be a very straight laced cousin of mine! Hahaha. Been laughing away here ever since I typed that story.

They say its those ones you have to watch Ruth lol. Carolyn

Hey John C, where was your camp - my Dad and his mates had a camp just south of the Bubbler (a permanent camp) made mostly from oregon pine washed up on the beach. Sometimes the beach was so good and the moon right that we could go up late Friday nights (and the tide too) other times it was stinking, especially when the black rocks were exposed about Teewah. Used to bribe Sid the bargeman with a couple of tinnies (and an orange in case he got scurvy). The Sarg at Tewantin Police Station got sick of seeing me drive Dad's LWB Landrollover past the Police Station and made me get a drivers licence. LOL. Couldn't get away with it now. Your story reminded me of the time I was 'up the beach' on my own and busted the axle in the soft sand up near the Lighthouse - bogged in soft sand, no 4wd, incoming higher than usual tide, prayers not working and late in the afternoon, middle of the week, in the days when the only people travelling the beach were the wormies.
All I could think of was how to get out of the mess and not cause Grievious Bodily Harm to Dad's pride and joy. Out of the sandy mist came one of the wormies - my saviour. Got out of the bog, slunk back to camp. next morning at low tide took off for home with fingers crossed. When I got onto the barge Sid already knew about my misadventure and it was a pretty sure bet Dad did too. Straight to the Garage thinking I could get it fixed without him knowing. No such luck. Told me he thought I'd already learned a few lessons out of that (I did). Thanks for reminding me of that John C. Good times up there - fine fishing also.

QUACK
lol

always take the inland road....

scary sh..!