Jonzjob":3f7s7k64 said:
As no-one else has asked DW, what the hell are you talking about mate :? :? :?
Is it something in Windoze7?
An example, you post something on this forum, I grab the post by using copy, and then I post it in an email to another contact of mine, that copy you made lingers on your computer until you delete it. If you have clipboard on your desktop, you enter and see the copy you have made and can then delete same. Some copies might be large that you have grabbed , and you might wish it was not laying about all day.
Or you might be using something like flight simulator and somethings you copies might have high mbs. which slow your resources down if laying around.
Example I did a copy on this email that came in this morning, and now it is laying around until I find a way of deleting it without clipboard.
-------Original Message-------
Subject: Fwd: Sage Advise.........
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other..
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No son, I don't dance... never really wanted to"
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.
Everybody standing around was laughing..
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers.
The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.
The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.
The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12 gauge barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said;
"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but.... I've always wanted to"
There are a few lessons for all of us here:
*Don't be arrogant.
*Don't waste ammunition.
*Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
*Always make sure you know who is in control...
*And finally, Don't screw around with old folks; they didn't get old by being stupid....
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?
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