What .. is Spywear !

[moof]

Boris and Natasha once again are after moose and squirrel.
This time at an exclusive black tie affair that the dark duo
have managed to pilfer a pair of tickets for. Boris has just finished
dressing and carefully puts on his specially rigged shoe bombs.
Natasha enters the hall stops and gasps at Boris's tennis shoes.
Boris, seeing the look on her face exclaims,
" What ... is spywear. "

[FARAFIELD]

1. SPYWARE

spyware is something (usually a cookie) that is put on your hard drive, and all your web browsing after the cookie is planted is reported back to a company. ANyhow go to PC MAGAZINE and download for free one of the SPYWARE killers

[moof]

2. Ok, stop and slowly back away from the keyboard,

go get a refresing beverage & you might want to read the entier post next time.

OH & BTW

WELCOME TO DU FARAFIELD

Stretch out & relax, try to read the posts before responding



Take a load off,



and join in the fun,

there's always room for one more loon.



Somewhat Official Lounge Welcome
Courtesy moof enterprises LTD.

[ConcernedCanuk]

3. "there's always room for one more loon." -LOL - I just hadda show ya this

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[moof]

4. Maybe it's the pointy antlers but,

the moment that image loaded the song started

Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
but here I'am stuck in the middle with you.


Thanks for the smiles Canuk

P.S. Been hunting for that picture, got any Yaks or lemurs ?
Lamas perhaps ?

[jmowreader]

5. Spy Night at the HS basketball game

I was on leave before going to Berlin when my little sister asked me if I had any "spy clothes." What for? "Because it's Spy Night at the basketball game, and anyone dressed as a spy gets in free." Like I would know what spies wear...I always just wore BDUs when I spied on The Commie Hordes, but it wasn't Soldier Night.

I gave her my black Army raincoat and a floppy hat, and she added a pair of dark glasses. Instant spy. Then I threw on some slacks and a shirt and off we went.

Standing by the gym door was the high school principal. I greeted him, we talked for a few minutes then I went in. The principal went up to the ticket taker and pointed at me. "That guy gets in free too." (Cool, thought I.) This fourteen-year-old kid looked up and said, "but he's not dressed like a spy, Mr. Bailey." Mr. Bailey told her, "there's no way for him not to be dressed like a spy, because he really is one."

Naturally, I spent about $30 at the snack bar after the game buying up all the homemade cookies they had left. What the hell, a school in a town of 2400 needs the money.