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it wasn't like an rv as we're thinking-----------a few banks did this,,,,,,,banks offered to cash some in- to citizens who had over a 100k.......... banks are indepentdent-they can do as they please ( most of them) ,like buying into stock with the money you deposit here, (usa) your money does not just sit in the banks.

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Iraq Holiday 2010 1 Jan New Year's Day. 6 Jan Army Day. 26 Feb Mouloud (Birth of the Prophet Muhammad). 9 Apr Baghdad Liberation Day. 17 Apr FAO Day. 1 May Labour Day. 14 Jul Republic Day. 8 Aug Ceasefire Day (End of Iran-Iraq War). 11 Sep Eid al-Fitr (End of Ramadan). 3 Oct Iraqi Independence Day (National Day). 17 Nov Eid al-Adha (Feast of the Sacrifice). 7 Dec Islamic New Year. 16 Dec Ashura. Note

it reads where the iraqi people will be able to exchange their larger notes for smaller ones ,before they have to cash them in, here in the usa have no way of doing that,,,,,,,,,,,so it is possible they will do this and not cause trouble in iraq, but for us,,,,,, a very bad deal

lmao----------i've called more than one person from Louisiana that,,,,,,,,,,the term has been around longer than i have an thats pretty long,,,,,,,,its a shame when adults are spanked ,,,,,,goes to show us an example of whats going to happen to the usa------ soon O is going to dictate to all of us, , guess you will be kicked for calling someone a redneck soon.......rediculious

yea i saw that too joyce

don't worry about your article, it may have feb. date on it , but it hasn't been showing up on xe that long, in fact it just showed up last week. i go to xe all the time to ck rates. no one knows for a fact what iraq is going to do about the rate or the dinar.

what time will your chat start?

that was awesome lol

Dear John, I hope you can help me. The other day, I ser off to work , leaving my husband in the house watchin TV. My car stalled,and then it broke down about a mile down the road, and I had to walk back to get my husband's help, When i got home,I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in our bedroom with the neighbors daughter!! I am 32 , may husband is 34 and the neighbor;s daughter is 19. We have been married for 10 years. When i confronted him , he broke down and admitted they had been having an affair for six months. He won't go to counseling, andI'm afraid I am a wreck and need advice urgently. Can you please help? Sincerely, Sheila Dear Sheila, A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line, If it is clear check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also checl all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors. I hope this helps, John

steve, has my vote,,,,,,,,,,

thank ya'll very much -glad it made you smile

HOMEMADE CHILI I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one.. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to **** yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.. Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened.. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chillies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'. Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase.. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, ****, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chillies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chillies fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odour might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odour so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ........BIG mistake!!!!! Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny.. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-b*tch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left. Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastar*ds claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

thank you, thats a lot of hard work you did,,,,,,

need gallon jug 1 qt. fruit of your choice-(smashed) 6 cups sugar i pack dry yeast fill jug with water leaving 1 1/2 inch from top stir , cover with cheese cloth, stir once everyday for 17 days then strain an put into jars