H/T DML
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Saturday, 6 December 2008
LITTLE HARRY ON GRAMMAR (Part 2)
One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands from those who could use the word 'beautiful' in the same sentence twice.
First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, 'My father bought my mother a beautiful dress, and she looked beautiful in it.'
'Very good, Suzie,' replied the teacher.
She then called on little Michael.
'My mommy planned a beautiful banquet, and it turned out beautifully.'
She said, 'Excellent, Michael, excellent.'
Then the teacher reluctantly called on Little Harry.
'Last night at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and he said 'Beautiful, just effing beautiful'.
H/T Rodney
Happy Holidays, all ...
Peter Gunn put his Christmas lights up this week in time to relax and celebrate the season. Let me know if any of you need his help putting up YOUR lights. 
News...
US calls for Mugabe to step down . It won't be the murder, oppression or corruption that gets rid of Mugabe, but an itsy bitsy little bug.
What makes Barra the best village in Britain? Because it is on a island in the ass-end of nowhere.
Canadian leader suspends Parliament to keep power. He wouldn't like to pop over here and suspend ours.
Two more teams could pull plug as Formula One hits skid row. Good. F1 has become too corrupt and it should go. Ecclestone and Mosley have made it a case of richest team wins and Ferrari dominate the rule book. What they want they get.
Youths who gang-raped girl in stairwells are named. Hang the scum.
The extent of the suffering in Zimbabwe ‘has reached Auschwitz proportions’. We either send in troops or sit back and watch tens of thousands die. On our track record the gravediggers are going to be very busy.
Pentagon plans troop surge in Afghanistan. We know.
Fabulous Collection of Chevy Convertibles and Corvettes
This collection belongs to Dennis Albaugh in Ankeny, Iowa, just north of Des Moines.
The personal & private collection consists of 110 + Chevrolet convertibles
all years from 1912 to 1975 & Corvette convertibles from 1953 to 1975.
H/T Shelly
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A Different Christmas Poem.....
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
'What are you doing?' I asked without fear,
'Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!'
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said 'Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.'
'It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,'
Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.'
' So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.'
'But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
'Give you money,' I asked, 'or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son.'
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
'Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.'
H/T BlitzWhite
Friday, 5 December 2008
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It's Back. Hottest Advert of the Week.....NSFW-ish.
Occasionally you have to be a little NSFW especially on a Friday. I have no idea what this is advertising!
For a bigger version visit Fleggaard and click on the pic behind the desk.
I have replaced the You-Tube version with this one.
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