I had a great time,,plent of pictures on facebook if anybody is interested.

Nice too get away from everyday life.. Never drank so much in my life..

I only saw about 6 pix of you and your friends. Did you take any pix of the landscapes/attractions?

You drink your normal stuff or try some local beverage?

Edit: Never mind... I found the new ones. Looks like you had a lot of laughs. Good for you!

Thers a few pictures of Barcalona in there(sky line, football stadiam....

Took over 250 photos ..

I was drinking the famous spanish beer san miguel, very nice..

Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?

I'd like to see your pic's DeNiro.

At one point, not long ago, I went to the desperate length of confessing to the murder myself. We were finishing breakfast in a patio restaurant on a bright sunday morning in boulder. It was a stylish place near the campus, where decent people could meet after pretending they had us come from church and get fashionably drunk on mimosas and white wine. The tables were separated by ferns and potted palms. Bright orange impatiens flowers drooped from hanging urns.
Even I can't explain why I said what I did. I had been up all night with my old friend Allen Ginsberg, the poet, and we had both slid into the abyss of whiskey madness and full-bore substance abuse. It was wonderful, but it left me a little giddy by the time noon rolled around.
"Son," I said, "I'm sorry to ruin your breakfast, but I think the time has finally come to tell you the truth about who killed John Kennedy."
He nodded but said nothing. I tried to keep my voice low, but emotion made it difficult.
"It was me," I said. "I am the one who shot Jack Kennedy."
"What?" he said, glancing quickly over his shoulder to see if others were listening. Which they were. The mention of Kennedy's name will always turn a few heads, anywhere in the world--and god only knows what a tenured Professor of American Political History might feel upon hearing some grizzled thug in a fern bar confess to his son that he was the one who murdered John F. Kennedy. It is one of those that will not fall on deaf ears.
My son leaned forward and stared into my eyes as I explained the raw details and my reasons for killing the President in cold blood, many years ago. I spoke about ballistics and treachery and my "secret work for the government" in Brazil, when he thought I was in the Peace Corps in the sixties.
"I gave up killing about he time you were born,"I said. "But I could never tell you about it, until now."
He nodded solemnly for a moment, then laughed at me and called for some tea. "Don't worry, Dad," he said.
"Good boy," I said. "Now we can finally be honest with each other. I feel naked and clean for the first time in 30 years."
"Not me," he said. "Now I'll have to turn you in."
"What?" I shouted. "You treacherous little bastard!" Many heads had turned to stare at us. It was a weird moment for them. The man who killed Kennedy had just confessed publicly to his son, and now they were cursing each other. Ye Gods, what's next?
What indeed? How warped can it be for a child born into the sixties to finally be told that his father was the hired shootist who killed Kennedy? Do you call 911? Call a priest? Or act like a cockroach and say nothing?


-HST

umm...just asking here where did this come from, and really this got my interested with another conspiracy.

Hunter S. Thompson

Basically yes, Olivant.

Of course i just used a year as a guide post. Of course some operations are done quicker than others depending on the severity of their problems. If you come in with a failing heart they will operate immediately,not send you away an tell you to come back in 6 months.

Well they are not doing that yet anyway

I notice that the winning ticket of the $212 million Mega Millions lottery was sold in Ocean County, NJ, just as Geoff takes off on a luxurious vacation to the warmer climates.

Doesn't it make you go "Hmmmmm....."?

That is interesting. I just figured he was going to Florida to take care of his server issues face to face. Feed someone to the Lions...

Sure thing, if you go onto my facebook account, theres a album with them..I'd post them on to here but the "what we look like album" is soooo complicated to post on...

Thanks DeNiro! I'll be sure to take a peek at them.

no worries..

You are always swanning off on holiday De Niro. Have you won the lottery or something?

The winning ticket was sold in Tom's River (Geoff's town).

It was bought by a group of ten workers from Chubb Insurance. They work somewhere up in northern Jersey but the ticket buyer (for the group) lives in Tom's River. They'll each get a lump sum payment of $14.7 million.

Not too shabby.

I wish..

Dag, I WISH it was me!! I might end up looking something like this:


But stop making me cringe: there's no apostrophe in Toms River

^ Look at this... it takes a visit to his mother to get him into a bathtub.

I wonder if he waited until it was full before getting in this time?

Boy, what a life!!! Must me nice to just kick back in the hot & bubbly. You need a cute little blue drink to top it all off. Oh, I have never heard of Toms River before I knew you. (not that there's anything wrong with that)


Who needs money anyway?

TIS

TIS - That's a regular bathtub. You wanna know where the bubbles are coming from?

I can guess

You can GUESS... He can GAS.

It's a common problem,i suffer myself from time to time

I used to, but it's all behind me now.

Best place for it

Nice pic Geoffy, but where's the cigar?

My oh my, look at who is living the movie star life!! And showing off his nipples and chest hair, too!!

Sorry... I forgot to manscape before I left!