RICO..

Agree with you 100%..I would like to see $14-15 from AR ,after all the bullshit we have been through to get here..but may end up a take out target ..I would think Cold Corp would like to have us ..as the also have some stuff in Northern Ontario and Mexico,so who knows whenI will sell AR .I'll tell you right off ..It will be a lot North of $10.00 have not sold one KXL..or that other carpet muncher or AR.,and have every one I ever bought except those that were stolen from us in the buy outs.

So I'm in here solid until I see a good return.

Crius..Never sell that ..unless that is paying my booze bill for life.

PORTEE

Here is a little yuk for you..

Subject: Students aren't supposed to be stupid.

A young cowboy from Regina goes off to college. Half way through the
semester, he has foolishly squandered all his money. He calls home.
"Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing!
They actually have a program here in Waterloo that will teach our dog,
Ol' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the young cowboy says. "I'll get
him in the course."
So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs
out. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ol' Blue doing son?" his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't
believe this - they've had such good results they have started to teach
the animals how to read!"
"Read!?" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that
program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem. At the end of
the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read.
So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read something and
talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just
before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked
back in the recliner, reading Shakespeare, like he usually does.
Then he turned to me and asked, "So, is your daddy still messing around
with that little blonde who lives down the street?"
The father exclaimed, "I hope you shot that SOB before he talks to your
mother!"

"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"

The kid went on to law school, and now serves in Ottawa as a senator.