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Harry Stamps obit, written by his daughter.
Harry Weathersby Stamps
December 19, 1932 -- March 9, 2013
Long Beach
Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.
Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated). For his signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer's black pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee's Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription. As a point of pride, he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life.
The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women. He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter's death when Harry was 12. He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased), a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg. He married his main squeeze Ann Moore, a home economics teacher, almost 50 years ago, with whom they had two girls Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and Alison of Starkville. He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer, to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary Clinton, elected President.
He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread.
He excelled at growing camellias, rebuilding houses after hurricanes, rocking, eradicating mole crickets from his front yard, composting pine needles, living within his means, outsmarting squirrels, never losing a game of competitive sickness, and reading any history book he could get his hands on. He loved to use his oversized "old man" remote control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel. He took extreme pride in his two grandchildren Harper Lewis (8) and William Stamps Lewis (6) of Dallas for whom he would crow like a rooster on their phone calls. As a former government and sociology professor for Gulf Coast Community College, Harry was thoroughly interested in politics and religion and enjoyed watching politicians act like preachers and preachers act like politicians. He was fond of saying a phrase he coined "I am not running for political office or trying to get married" when he was "speaking the truth." He also took pride in his service during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal--just like Napolean, as he would say.
Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam's on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.
Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel in style, which spoiled his daughters for life.
He despised phonies, his 1969 Volvo (which he also loved), know-it-all Yankees, Southerners who used the words "veranda" and "porte cochere" to put on airs, eating grape leaves, Law and Order (all franchises), cats, and Martha Stewart. In reverse order. He particularly hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil's Time. It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest.
Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private, family only service free of any type of "theme." Visitation will be held at Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation to Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College (Jeff Davis Campus) for their library. Harry retired as Dean there and was very proud of his friends and the faculty. He taught thousands and thousands of Mississippians during his life. The family would also like to thank the Gulfport Railroad Center dialysis staff who took great care of him and his caretaker Jameka Stribling.
Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone to get back on the Lord's Time.
View & sign register book @ www.bradfordokeefe.com
Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sunherald/obituary.aspx?n=harry-stamps&pid=163538353&fhid=4025#fbLoggedOut#storylink=cpy
Harry Weathersby Stamps
December 19, 1932 -- March 9, 2013
Long Beach
Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.
Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated). For his signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer's black pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee's Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription. As a point of pride, he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life.
The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women. He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter's death when Harry was 12. He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased), a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg. He married his main squeeze Ann Moore, a home economics teacher, almost 50 years ago, with whom they had two girls Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and Alison of Starkville. He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer, to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary Clinton, elected President.
He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread.
He excelled at growing camellias, rebuilding houses after hurricanes, rocking, eradicating mole crickets from his front yard, composting pine needles, living within his means, outsmarting squirrels, never losing a game of competitive sickness, and reading any history book he could get his hands on. He loved to use his oversized "old man" remote control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel. He took extreme pride in his two grandchildren Harper Lewis (8) and William Stamps Lewis (6) of Dallas for whom he would crow like a rooster on their phone calls. As a former government and sociology professor for Gulf Coast Community College, Harry was thoroughly interested in politics and religion and enjoyed watching politicians act like preachers and preachers act like politicians. He was fond of saying a phrase he coined "I am not running for political office or trying to get married" when he was "speaking the truth." He also took pride in his service during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal--just like Napolean, as he would say.
Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam's on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.
Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel in style, which spoiled his daughters for life.
He despised phonies, his 1969 Volvo (which he also loved), know-it-all Yankees, Southerners who used the words "veranda" and "porte cochere" to put on airs, eating grape leaves, Law and Order (all franchises), cats, and Martha Stewart. In reverse order. He particularly hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil's Time. It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest.
Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private, family only service free of any type of "theme." Visitation will be held at Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation to Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College (Jeff Davis Campus) for their library. Harry retired as Dean there and was very proud of his friends and the faculty. He taught thousands and thousands of Mississippians during his life. The family would also like to thank the Gulfport Railroad Center dialysis staff who took great care of him and his caretaker Jameka Stribling.
Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone to get back on the Lord's Time.
View & sign register book @ www.bradfordokeefe.com
Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sunherald/obituary.aspx?n=harry-stamps&pid=163538353&fhid=4025#fbLoggedOut#storylink=cpy
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[I think its a body image thing that society shoves down our throat, kinda like skinny twigs of girls or you have to have huge boobs. I know that im not the biggest, but im confident and always do my best. If i fail, then there's oral to save the day ;d
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Your username and bio both indicate you're a virgin, so how did this work? Does having sex with trannies not count or something?I find some of this stuff so confusing on here sometimes.
To the OP: Nope
A virgin who is also a dominatrix that is heavily into BDSM, no less. Her poor subs.
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I'll say fuck. But what will we do with the other 55 minutes?
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What makes this even more "stupid-er" is that the criminal lady was something like 26 years old. Old enough to buy alcohol, if she'd just shown her own license she wouldn't have been caught. Moron.
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No. But I don't think I've ever had even the possibility for that anyway.
If you have a significant other, do you have an agreed upon "exception"? Someone, given the chance, it's okay to have sex?
If you have a significant other, do you have an agreed upon "exception"? Someone, given the chance, it's okay to have sex?
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It's a scene from an HBO series, not a movie. I'd post the youtube video but it may violate site guidelines. The "spooning" scene from the show Oz. That is some fucked up shit!
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Quote by Callisto
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I checked your friends list and I see both members on your list, towards the bottom.. Did you try to add them again? I already forwarded your message to gav, so he can have a look as well.
Well, duh! lol Of course we added ourselves back. As soon as we realized one of us had been deleted, we reconnected. lol But that does bring up a good point, and proof that something happened. Both CD and Trinket have been friends for a long time. As Lushies add new friends, they're always added at the bottom of the list by default. Had they not been deleted, they'd be much higher on that list.
I'm not being critical and I'm not angry or upset over it. It was easily fixed by us, we just wanted to let Lush know about it. But it DID happen.
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Quote by nicola
Maybe they didn't want you to know...
Please send this to Gav (Help >> Contact Us), with the names of the 2 people. If there is a problem with the site, it would be good to get to the bottom of it. There are no issues with the friend management system that we're aware of.
That would certainly be possible.
However, both of the people that it happened to PM'd me to ask if/why I deleted them as friends. I was unaware they'd been deleted until they asked why. They didn't delete me, and I didn't delete them. I'll send the info over to Gav.
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In the last week I've had two friends who've been deleted from my friends list. None of us performed the deletions, so it's happening on it's own. Just thought you'd like to know.
Thanks
Thanks
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I feel the same way! Unless of course its LM with the 14" Rambone Super Cock Strap-on!!
You're such a cock tease. Or is it an ass tease? lol Always offering but never delivering. Hahaha
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I haven't followed this trial too closely, but I've just googled some of her images. Most are of her in court, with a few others I've seen. Funny how her out of court pics show a pretty attractive woman. While her court pics show her wearing frumpy clothing and school marm eyeglasses. Trying desperately to downplay her attractiveness so she'll seem less sexual.
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Make sure his arms are cuffed to his ankles than take this nice paddle with hearts on it once to each cheek
Just once? lol
I'll find someone better suited to fulfill your needs.
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Play cowboy... saddle up and see how long it takes her to buck me off.
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Parked in a car, after hours in a state police office building's parking lot.
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It's not offending me. But I like seeing people (especially newbies or younger posters) being welcomed a little more graciously sometimes. I've noticed a trend in certain threads lately by various posters. Just putting my two cents in in general.
I totally agree. It would be like a person going to a bar or club or party, asking a question and everyone points and laughs. Chances are that person isn't going to go to that place anymore.
A newbie probably doesn't even know there IS a search function.
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KG, "Wow, LM you were right. Your cum DOES taste yummy."
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Yes!
Would you rather have an orgasm via sex/intercourse or receiving oral?
Would you rather have an orgasm via sex/intercourse or receiving oral?
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cafe du monde for beignets and chicory coffee jackson square for a painting and free music trite but a must... pat o'briens's for hurricanes....and the dual piano's
but there is a tiny little restaurant across from the distillary(or used to be a million years ago) that serves the BEST crawfish gumbo in the world...ask a local
there is nothing that is not super fun there
also ff they still do them a paddleboat ride takes you right back to hoop shirts and bourbon poured long and slow
lordy i love this town!!!
Yes, Pat O's is a good stopping place too.
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Quote by LusciousLola
Lots of great suggestions, I would also consider a jazz dinner curise on the river and Mother's restaurant. Have a great time.
Mine eyes doth deceive me!!! Welcome back, Lola!! Damn good to see ya!