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A Good Way To Kill Some Time…

2008-07-13T18:20:00.001-07:00

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A Good Way To Kill Some Time…

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The Manchester Times - Your Weekly Hometown Newspaper

2008-04-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

Micromedia Publications has six online newspapers including one dedicated to Manchester Township. In it you will find local news, sports, opinions, a calendar of events, etc. Updated weekly, The Manchester Times leaves you no excuse to miss exciting happenings such as April 9th's Golf Outing For Submarine Vets or April 28th's PLP Clubhouse Fundraiser. Sure the Clubhouse fundraiser starts at 7 a.m. on a Monday, but you have plenty of notice mister!

Here is the link; NAY, The Gateway To All That Matters:

Clear your favorites...make room for http://manchestertimes.micromediapubs.com/!

Chewy

2007-12-16T03:21:00.000-08:00

By: Diane Christine Raney

Once there was a little girl
She lived at 200 Oakdale.
Her address it said Toms River
But it was in Manchester that she got her mail.

She had a cute little hamster
Chewy was his name
He was really cute and had soft fur
But chewing was his claim to fame.

He chewed and chewed and chewed some more
He didn’t know when to stop.
He got too fat, his heart gave out.
I had to bury him in a box.

Right behind my house was best
I buried him beside a tree.
I whispered in his cute little ear.
Farewell Chewy-you are now free.

It has been a long time since I’ve checked on Chewy
I did it on a whim.
I checked him out on Google maps…..

Somebody built a house on him!

Unforgetable

2007-12-15T14:38:00.000-08:00

Please share with us your favorite images. Don't be shy.

#1 Dan has started us off with this amazing photgraph of what can only be described as a fun loving stranger. He is cool, funny, and a fan of the outdoors.

Sure, he looks like a paler version of Great Tiger from Mike Tyson's Punch Out , but he is as gentle as a kitten.

#2 We met this dude at a party in PLP. It was the summer of 2003. He wasn't invited, but he kindly asked to hang and was quickly accepted. Forget his name, but I do know he plays bass for a "post-grunge" woods band.

He agreed to jam at Jim's 30th b-day bash, but sadly never showed.

Traye and I

2007-12-15T13:49:00.001-08:00

Traye Blackburn and I paid many a vist to Ciba Geigy via the fire trails behind 1st Ave. We would take our 2 or 3 dollars, buy a butt load of gum and juice from the farm (cumberland), and ride like the wind to our polluted paradise. What did we do when we got there? Nothing really. Nevertheless, it was exciting.

Please visit http://www.thespanishmansion.com/tomsriver1.html

It is here that you will learn of the amazing things this magnificant company did for our generation and the generations to follow. By the way....this handsome, unnessarily happy, yellow-toothed fella pictured above is A.M. “Don” MacKinnon. Yes, his name is A.M. and he was the president and CEO of Ciba Geigy in 1986. (Perhaps A.M. stands for "Already Malignant")

I totally hold him responsible for making me look like this in 1987............. My stepfather was pissed. Really really pissed.

speed kills (sometimes)

2007-12-15T13:17:00.001-08:00

The graph on the left, taken from www.city-data.com, shows the most recent demographic data of PLP/Leisure Village West. It is THE main reason why I wear my seatbelt.

Incendentally, it is also the main reason Friendly's is still in business, Walmart sells shoes, and The Price is Right is still on television.

Old people are funny and old and nice. Leave them alone (but not too alone). jerk.

the club house....

2007-12-14T12:06:00.001-08:00

It's not just for alcoholic softball players anymore.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=87960505

New Years Eve 2007

2007-12-14T12:01:00.000-08:00

http://search.app.com/sp?skin=1&aff=1002&eventId=39191&startDate=&endDate=

Fade To Black

2007-11-26T17:42:00.000-08:00

I remember one time I was playing basketball with a bunch of white guys at the park. We were all young teenagers and we most certainly sucked. We probably bounced passed to each other before taking our stupid set shots. I'm sure we all had feather hair cuts and said Shit! everytime we through up a stupid brick. One of the older cornballs had his own car and was proudly blaring awful hair band crap. This was right around the time when white kids were just starting to want to be black. We were intrigued by rap but not yet willing to admit it to each other.

After 30 minutes or so, the skins were beating the shirts by a score of 2 to nothing, when all a sudden Metallica was drowned out by Run DMC. I heard a friend say "F'n A!! Just Great!!" I turned around to see Ramone Worthy with a giant boom box in one hand and a basketball in the other. He gently placed the box underneath the opposing rim and began shooting and dunking and spinning and dribbling between his legs. We were all awestruck and embarrassed at the same time. We knew right then and there that we were short, muscle-free, uncoordinated virgins who had no business being anywhere near a blacktop. Without so much as a word, the full court 5-on-5 game became a half court dork fest. We lost our court, our pride and soon after, our chicks.