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Maggie’s Funny & awesome pics, vids and memes thread (work safe, no nudity)

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The '70s had a lot of good music, too. Forget Disco and that soul crap. But you had a lot of great Southern Rock. Punk and New Wave. The Who, Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd... dozens of others from Aerosmith to Zappa... were in their prime.

Yeah, the 70's sucked for a lot of stuff. But not for music... movies... some great TV...

And you could buy a brand new Colt M16, full auto, for about $600 plus $200 stamp. Just 'sayin.

Sirhr
In 1984 brand new in the box colt manufacture 16s were under $500. I think it was about $460 if memory serves me correctly.
 
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Quanah Parker was the last Chief of the Commanches and never lost a battle to the white man. His tribe roamed over the area where Pampas stands. He was never captured by the Army, but decided to surrender and lead his tribe into the white man's culture, only when he saw that there was no alternative.
His was the last tribe in the Staked Plains to come into the reservation system.
Quanah, meaning "fragrant," was born about 1850, son of Comanche Chief Peta Nocona and Cynthia Ann Parker, a white girl taken captive during the 1836 raid on Parker's Fort, Texas. Cynthia Ann Parker was recaptured, along with her daughter, during an 1860 raid on the Pease River in northwest Texas. She had spent 24 years among the Comanche, however, and thus never readjusted to living with the whites again.
She died in Anderson County, Texas, in 1864 shortly after the death of her daughter, Prairie Flower. Ironically, Cynthia Ann's son would adjust remarkably well to living among the white men. But first he would lead a bloody war against them.
Quanah and the Quahada Comanche, of whom his father, Peta Nocona had been chief, refused to accept the provisions of the 1867 Treaty of Medicine Lodge, which confined the southern Plains Indians to a reservation, promising to clothe the Indians and turn them into farmers in imitation of the white settlers.
Knowing of past lies and deceptive treaties of the "White man", Quanah decided to remain on the warpath, raiding in Texas and Mexico and out maneuvering Army Colonel Ronald S. Mackenzie and others. He was almost killed during the attack on buffalo hunters at Adobe Walls in the Texas Panhandle in 1874. The U.S. Army was relentless in its Red River campaign of 1874-75. Quanah's allies, the Quahada were weary and starving.
Mackenzie sent Jacob J. Sturm, a physician and post interpreter, to solicit the Quahada's surrender. Sturm found Quanah, whom he called "a young man of much influence with his people," and pleaded his case. Quanah rode to a mesa, where he saw a wolf come toward him, howl and trot away to the northeast. Overhead, an eagle "glided lazily and then whipped his wings in the direction of Fort Sill," in the words of Jacob Sturm. This was a sign, Quanah thought, and on June 2, 1875, he and his band surrendered at Fort Sill in present-day Oklahoma.
 
The '70s had a lot of good music, too. Forget Disco and that soul crap. But you had a lot of great Southern Rock. Punk and New Wave. The Who, Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd... dozens of others from Aerosmith to Zappa... were in their prime.

Yeah, the 70's sucked for a lot of stuff. But not for music... movies... some great TV...

And you could buy a brand new Colt M16, full auto, for about $600 plus $200 stamp. Just 'sayin.

Sirhr

Yeah. But then you had the Bee Gees, KC and the Sunshine Band, the Village People and more than a few other disco homos. I all but stopped listing to anything new in the early 70s.
 
Yeah. But then you had the Bee Gees, KC and the Sunshine Band, the Village People and more than a few other disco homos. I all but stopped listing to anything new in the early 70s.

The 70s were 2 decades all in one. From 1970 until 1976, you had good rock musix, then after that, disco started coming into it's own and Rock has never been the same since. Sad actually.
 
Man you went there . A guy I work with has a Biblical case of Peronies
Disease . Spelled correctly . One day he's in our shop having us sign some paper work , updating yadaa yadaa yadaa . Being the juvenile humorist I am I reference male genitalia . He responds with oh no that's not funny . My penis is really bent .
Me : Really
Him: Ooohh Yeahh.
I got Peronies .
Me: Wats Zat
Followed by a descent into the 7th level of hell . I kept baiting he kept telling and my guys were ashen . There was talk of needles , protractors and I Phones .
Even a suggestion to just nut over yer shoulder . I even asked how much to do that ta muh dick a few times just to spice it up . It is in the anals of our shop history now . Fuckin Epic .