occasionally, he'd miss one, but when he actually got it he'd proudly proclaim: JOE!!
so, now in honor of him, whenever any of us hits a post ending in a 0, whether intentional or not, we claim them as joe's. some people have their special joe. whether its the last two digits of their birth year, or their age or some such thing. joe has kind of become a part of cooler crew tradition.
i take back what i said. when he got one, he'd just say "i am #700" or "i am #1200. i was also #700." we just adopted his name and now call them joe's.
Another tradition born of Joe Medallion and his obnoxious one character posts is that now at our Rehash Bashes after every hunt, Ian's dish to share is Sloppy Joe Medallions!
Another tradition born of Joe Medallion and his obnoxious one character posts is that now at our Rehash Bashes after every hunt, Ian's dish to share is Sloppy Joe Medallions!
Terry, I made them for our First Minnesota Cache Bash, and they called them Sloppy Joe Medallions too !
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.
You know he hadn't seen the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you maam. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By the way, my name is Joe."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St.Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me". He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be alright, I love you Joe."
'little' is cause it is in the tenthyou give a strong JOEfor in the hundredth and thousandth place 'Joesy' I explained before-cause I am a woman calling the Joe! It's Joes feminine side :)
One cheated on me (we were young, early 20's-what do we know about love at that age? a man in his prime?-he didn't know any better). The other cheated on a friend of mine with another friend of mine -stupid stupid man! He actually said he wanted to kill me. He is the one who did it! and got them both pregnant!
What is a juggajoe? A dead body. Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like anybody that you've ever met before, he'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four.
the legend of joe.
once upon a time the old pioneer press water cooler had a pain in the ass poster who went by the name of joe medallion.
ol' joe would post meaningless single character posts as the posts came close to numbers ending in 0.
occasionally, he'd miss one, but when he actually got it he'd proudly proclaim: JOE!!
so, now in honor of him, whenever any of us hits a post ending in a 0, whether intentional or not, we claim them as joe's. some people have their special joe. whether its the last two digits of their birth year, or their age or some such thing. joe has kind of become a part of cooler crew tradition.
And that boys and girls, is the story of the JOE!
i take back what i said. when he got one, he'd just say "i am #700" or "i am #1200. i was also #700." we just adopted his name and now call them joe's.
That's right.
We've been doing it so long that I forgot.
Well I turned mine into JOESY
cause I am a woman.
sometimes it is a blue JOESY
my favorite is the green Joesy
See how this post gets a 'little joesy'?
here is a --- palinajoesy ;)
It's kinda like playing cyber grayduck :)
One unlucky Joe coming up
Another tradition born of Joe Medallion and his obnoxious one character posts is that now at our Rehash Bashes after every hunt, Ian's dish to share is Sloppy Joe Medallions!
Another tradition born of Joe Medallion and his obnoxious one character posts is that now at our Rehash Bashes after every hunt, Ian's dish to share is Sloppy Joe Medallions!
Terry, I made them for our First Minnesota Cache Bash, and they called them Sloppy Joe Medallions too !
Ian - You must have told them!
Nah, They are geocachers...they are pychics...they already knew what it was and what's in it, unlike any of us ;).
Anybody seen JOE lately? or did Ian find him and do something with him....hmmmm
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.
You know he hadn't seen the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you maam. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By the way, my name is Joe."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St.Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me". He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be alright, I love you Joe."
JOE!
Can someone explain again what a JOE is???
I just dont get it!!!!
Hehe ; > )
No 0 but!
BlackJack JOE!
catch 22 joe !
almost any number can be a JOE if it has meaning to you...
My favorite number JOE :)
because if thats how old you were i wouldn't be able to remind you that i'm younger than you?
I'm 24 forever! Don't you know that about women yet?
yes dear. promise dear?
who the
I painfully remember the time that I was on an ego trip and wanted to change them to Tim's. That never worked out...
sometimes I like to pick up
double joes, especially in the history of joe message board.
Ray Campbell's Detachable Penis - (PFID:20e77baa) - 12:25pm Oct 5, 2002 PST (# 30 of 33)
consewrvativejoe
Suggestions for consewrvative:
Which is it, R C D P ?
I think everyone tried changin them... Shaggy changed them to "Shaggs" for a while too...
sometimes I say 'me' :)
but Joe is classic
Years on Earth Joe
usually when she says "me", its because it either followed or preceded "ares, i'm turning on the tv now" ;)
hahahahaha tv is already on-
little Joesy
she alwaysdoes that. i haven't figured out why yet.
'little' is cause it is in the tenthyou give a strong JOEfor in the hundredth and thousandth place
'Joesy' I explained before-cause I am a woman calling the Joe! It's Joes feminine side :)
i was talking about the tv, honey.
oh, thats ON! never gets turned off - just like me :)
44 Haunting Joesy!
and that's why everybody loves you so much :)
Well, I don't know about that, I can name three people on this earth who don't like me (2 of them cheated on their girlfriends and got caught).
2 of them cheated on their girlfriends and got caught
How did you ever find out about that?
I can name
threetwo people on this earth who don't like meI still like you anyway
Make that 4
:-)
How did you ever find out about that?
yeah. inquiring minds want to know.
:: makes note to self. don't get caught cheating on me2 ::
One cheated on me (we were young, early 20's-what do we know about love at that age? a man in his prime?-he didn't know any better). The other cheated on a friend of mine with another friend of mine -stupid stupid man! He actually said he wanted to kill me. He is the one who did it! and got them both pregnant!
Neither guy was named ....JOE :)
What is a juggajoe?
A dead body.
Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like
anybody that you've ever met before,
he'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four.
connect four? man... that shits whack...