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A beautiful young blonde woman boards a plane to LA with a ticket for the coach section. She looks at the seats in coach and then looks ahead to the first class seats. Seeing that the first class seats appear to be much larger and more comfortable, she moves forward to the last empty one. The flight attendant checks her ticket and tells the woman that her seat is in coach. The blonde replies, "I'm young, blonde and beautiful, and I'm going to sit here all the way to LA." Flustered, the flight attendant goes to the cockpit and informs the captain of the blonde problem. The captain goes back and tells the woman that her assigned seat is in coach. Again, the blonde replies, "I'm young, blonde and beautiful, and I'm going to sit here all the way to LA."

The captain doesn't want to cause a commotion, and so returns to the cockpit to discuss the blonde with the co-pilot. The co-pilot says that he has a blonde girlfriend, and that he can take care of the problem. He then goes back and briefly whispers something into the blonde's ear.
She immediately gets up, says, "Thank you so much," hugs the co-pilot, and rushes back to her seat in the coach section. The pilot and flight attendant, who were watching with rapt attention, together ask the co-pilot what he had said to the woman. He replies, "I just told her that the first class section isn't going to LA."
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You don’t have to do this tag of course. And some of you have mates, so maybe this is just for the single folks, but feel free to offer up what you have.
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What are the things you would like to be doing on a date, or with a mate?
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I’m most interested in
Walks.
Talks.
Day trips to the beaches with the camp trailer.
Overnight camping trips.
Boating.
Some dancing.
Live theatre.
Watching romantic comedies.
Doing a little volunteer work together.
Peace activist.
Holding hands.
Hugging.
Sharing a spiritual journey together.

That last one is the hardest part for me to find in a woman, but a relationship can’t happen with me unless we are doing that together. Our paths may be parallel but they have to be together (one path) for us to complete our journey together. It’s the last chapter of any book that may result from all my writings and struggles. A visual and physical attraction for a woman just isn’t enough for me.
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She won’t be needy and always shopping, and isn’t driven by the need for money, she would have a risque sense of humor, and other interests also, that I might not be involved in, but be okay with and willing to discuss some with her. She would be understanding of my need to get away some and be at one with the cosmos, maybe even overnight. She would understand that my mind is often a universe away and know how to deal with it. She would understand my being at the computer doing research and writing a lot. But she would likely be at her own computer doing her thing also. Things like that. I don’t think she exists, there doesn’t seem to be anymore Helen’s and Laurel Ann’s in this world.
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A good couple need some common interests to share. I’m not letting any more women try relationships with me that don’t share some of my interests with me. We would just hurt each other and I’m tired of that happening. Like the lady that called me the other day, aside from a physical and visual attraction we really don’t have anything in common, she was disappointed but better now than later when there would be so much more pain and confusion. Women that screw up their relationships with me go away crazy, believe me, I don’t allow them to get away with that. But they do grow a tick in the process, or not, if they don’t, they can just stay stuck in their own unhappy and lonely worlds.
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[End of that part, but if you want to keep reading]
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On the other hand, maybe I will write a book about the insane chicks society, I’ve have plenty of experiences with them.
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You know, people spend too much time looking for answers in books. They should spend more time alone, with the cosmos, like I do. Too many books are written by monkeys and they have a lot of monkey crap in them. I often read a book just to analytically tear it apart. :-)… If you are going to read books, read books that teaches you things, many people don’t have many skills. Even if you are never going to build a house, learn carpentry, either with books or taking a class. Learn some physics, get into science, engineering, things like that. People that just read one book after another just keep driving themselves a little more crazy because they are reading the wrong books. At least read a book teaching you a skill even if you are never going to use it. And read lots of humor.
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The way I see the cosmos, and my relationship to it, and it’s relationship with me. Sort of a way of communicating with me you might say, is the things I spot on blogs. I see them as being interwoven in a way, and that is for a purpose. It is how the cosmos works for me. Well, that’s the best way I can explain it anyway. And I spend a lot of time with the cosmos, a lot of books are a waste of time in my mind, like I said, it’s just monkeys yapping.
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So I’m checking blogs that I feel is important for me to check cuz the cosmos has a reason for it and Hammer is talking about hair brained chicks that think they once where Cleopatra or some other famous person from the past. Cruel Virgin is talking about the deaths of prostitutes, and us prostituting ourselves. Kirsten has posted a rather odd story about pearls, but what caught my mind about it was that it had a prediction in it. “It is said . . . That when the world comes to an end .” Nick is saying that we shouldn’t be judging or hurting anyone’s feelings. These posts are all interrelated to me, woven together, like a patchwork quilt. And I’m going to try to make a short summery of them here.
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Look, forget all the old stories and predictions of the past and looking for them to become true. Screw those old prophets because I am your new one. I don’t care if someone predicted the end of mankind, let me give you a new prediction or prophecy. Humankind has the ability to create the future. To rise above it all, to say that we are able to make things right and create our own future. So say that we will overcome the predictions of older prophets. Forget them, they are of their time, I am of the present. Lets get on with the future. Hugs.
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Reincarnation was thought up by monkeys, all the books about it was written by monkeys. It isn’t reincarnation, it is being omnipresent, always here. You are not only what Cleopatra was, you are also the lady and child starving to death under a tree, you are part of the living spirit. You are the soul that is being shot in Iraq, or you are just a monkey because monkeys don’t have higher souls. I am the all (we are the all), that lady and child is me, those getting killed in wars is me, and you expect me to like this? If those things bother you, it is because you are of the all also. Hey, you where also……… Jesus, maybe I don’t explain some of it properly, but it will get all sorted out in time.
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I don’t like to delete comments posted on my blog. You can swear at me and tell me that I’m an idiot, or a motherfucker, I don’t care, I’m bigger than you are, you can’t hurt me with that. I don’t mind if one of my readers jumps in and tells another poster that they are a fucking idiot or bitch or cunt. In fact women especially amuse God, they can say such nasty things to each other. LOL… But I love those that support me. Hugs. Anyway, humankind has to start growing up fast or this beautiful wonderful place, this place where we are in physical form really will go to hell. I’ve said it before, we worry about the future because we are worried about our future, it’s not just about the children and grandchildren, it’s about US !! The living spirit. This is a journey for some of us, while others screw around with their wants, needs, gifts, making themselves happy in foolish ways, and other tom foolery. Not that we don’t do that sometimes, we need to. But it’s a journey, a long long journey.
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Another reason I don’t like to delete comments is because this is all on the web, not just on my computer. It’s a journey, available to the world. There are those watching this blog that will never make a comment here, but I know they are here. They are building their own compilation of some things that will one day help transform the planet into being a more peaceful and loving place. Stick around, it will just keep getting better, this journey.
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But, I will delete the long comments from the Christian nut case monkeys that post all their bible crap, like we would read it anyway. They can share all that monkey shit on their blogs, God isn’t interested in their fucked up sadistic bastard God they dreamed up. In fact, God thinks that little monkey is a real stupid little monkey. Ah, geez, I’ll bet I just insulted a Christian. Hugs. Mark Twain wrote hard hitting things bitching about the same things I do, they just have not been published.
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Vinicio, I just did a quick web search on Astral projection. Hell, I am an Astral Projectionist. And I don’t need anyone telling me how to do it, or meditation. I’ve been doing that for years, and I don’t need so called experts writing monkey crap telling me how to do it. But I like to keep things simple, and call it a retreat, why do people keep making up new words for simple things? You just keep driving the world more crazy. You people read to many of the wrong kind of books. *rolls eyes*
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WASHINGTON (AP) - President Bush, working to recraft his strategy in Iraq, said Tuesday that he plans to increase the size of the U.S. military so it can fight a long-term war against terrorism. ….. God approves of this move. Those Iraqi monkeys (and other monkeys that have went there) need more American monkeys for targets. Maybe they can kill each other off faster that way. Monkey team one; America. Monkey team two Iraqis. The game is war for power and control, what is the current score? Entertain me. He, he, he.
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God doesn’t like Christians, Muslims, Jews. Etc, etc, because they are fruitcakes and cause many problems on this planet. God doesn’t like anything but……. God. Which is a spirituality, not an omnipotent entity or being that created all that is. God is too big for a religion, let alone many of them that you people are never going to stop fighting over. I may like the people themselves, but I don’t like their religions and what they do to them. Hugs.
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But I have questions for you. (And this isn’t just directed at Americans)
How much war protesting did you do this year?
How much money did you send to the World Food Fund?
Why do you keep killing each other?
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Christians killing Christians, Muslims killing Muslims, both killing each other. You people are insane, no question about it. If you would drop your religions and become spiritual only the world would become a lot more safe and sane.
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For those making comments that I must be drunk. Yes, I drink, and here is a news alert for you. Jesus was a drunk, Churchill was a drunk, get over it. More drinkers have made important contributions to the world and the improvement of mankind than the non drinkers, so shove it daffney. Hugs.
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Just spotted in the news. WASHINGTON (AP) - A White House laboring to find a new approach in Iraq said Tuesday it is considering sending more U.S. troops, an option that worries top generals because of its questionable payoff and potential backlash. President Bush said he is ready to boost the overall size of an American military over stretched by its efforts against worldwide terrorism. Blah, blah, and blah. Hey, it’s just a bunch of monkeys fucking around screwing up the world for everyone. Don’t ask me to be patriotic to just one country, that is such an infantile disease, as Einstein said. And it divides peoples and countries. Think about it.
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People that build large sites with fast connections and then put down those with slow connections to the Internet because they think they are special, are just idiot monkeys. I want to reach everyone on the planet, and many of them have slow connections. Besides, they just keep ranting about the same old things, like the preznut, they just sound like broken records after a while. I’ll keep my blog as simple as I can, thank you.
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And the nuts that visit my blog and tell me that I am weird, I go look at their blogs and wonder what in the hell they think they are?
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mariestwocents said...“You care about 30,000 people dieing of starvation? You go help them while you still have the time numbnuts!”……. I do, do you? If you don’t, you are a….. worthless fucking monkey. I’ve donated to charities all my life, and helped others. What are you doing besides spreading your worthless and harmful patriotic propaganda? Worthless, you are worthless. You are not making the world a better place, you are making it a more dangerous place. Read “Einstein on Peace”. Stupid monkey. Oh hell, I did it again, insulted a monkey. Screw it, they are just monkeys. You can try suing me for slander I guess, that is the American way for those that don’t want to grow up.
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She also said, “I'm done with my shopping, so I have all the time in the world now to harass your pathetic ass until you go back and apologise!!! Payback's a bitch isnt it? ……. Hon, don’t you have spell check? I have no reason to apologize to you. Oh, and have a merry fucking happy pagan Christmas. Not that I would have a problem with that if it wasn’t for the fact that so many people starve to death each day. Go support your war you stupid monkey, keep making the world an ugly place. Oh, and expect your taxes to go up. You wouldn’t make a pimple on Helen’s, Laurel Ann’s, or Sewmouse’s, butt. Hugs.
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She also said, “Screw you, you crusty old pathetic fool!”. ….. Well, at least I’m not brainwashed, you young pathetic fool. Hugs. Hey, you want to have sex with God? You would have to be able to look into my eyes some, share your cosmic soul with me though, could you do that? Na, only goddess can do that and it isn’t you. Hugs to the little monkey though. But on behalf of all the men on this planet I want to thank you for spending so much time at your computer, and away from them. Just because our ancestors screwed up your brains it isn’t any reason to keep taking it out on them. Hugs.
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Why do people fuss over the deaths of mountain climbers and such? They made the decision to do something dangerous. So if they got in trouble whose fault is it? I can't feel very sorry for people like that, it’s just monkeys fucking around. I'm more worried about wars and starvation and such. Hugs.
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Fucking Blog Spot, they are not making word verification easier, but more difficult, what are those idiots trying to prove? That they like to fuck with us?
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Paul F. … Never have said I wasn’t a monkey. I’m in a monkeys body, using a monkeys brain, at least the best I can, that has nothing to do with my higher mind and spirit though. And why do some people expect God to never be cranky? Hugs.
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Kirsten…. I leave the quarreling here for a reason, it’s an important part of the documentation of our journey. Why don’t you do some bitching and fussing also, actually, you have, you just try to be mild about it. If you think someone on my blog is an idiot, feel free to tell them so, it can be fun. They need to think about that. I hope that you stick around, but if you don’t, that is your choice. A blog changes in time, takes different paths, transforms, you need to stick around to follow and understand it. I haven’t decided how yet, but things will be changing some after the first of the year. Meanwhile you can do your part and put some sweetness in it to balance out Gods crankiness. That’s what a Goddess is supposed to do. Hugs.
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Dear diary: Laurel Ann is comfy again, I fixed the car, and the truck. And the wind damage is taken care of. She gave me a twenty-five dollar tip and a hug.
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Rick sent his commercial sewing machine to Spokane for cleaning, repairs, and adjustments. It looks really nice. I didn’t know that they boiled them in olive oil to clean them. But it still sews like crap, UPS damaged it in shipment by being to rough with it. Poor guy, two weeks behind on his work now.
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It’s dollar day at the laundromat, the one man crew of Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse has to do the laundry and take care of some other chores today.
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This blog is more for the people that will be reading it in the future than it is for you. You people are not evolved enough to understand much of what I say. A suggestion, if you get tired of doing your blogs, but feel that there is some interesting things in them, don’t delete them, leave them there for the future. As for the member only blogs, it doesn’t matter if they can’t be accessed in the future because there isn’t nothing but a bunch of monkeys messing around in them anyway. Sorry about the long post folks. God just never shuts the fuck up. Hugs…. BBC

Protest Peace ??

I was setting up a computer and scanner the other day to give to a young couple and scanned this picture that is fading away. It’s of myself, wife and children, taken in the early seventies.
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I mentioned a while back that I’m going to be on a sort of a retreat for a few days, to spend more time with the cosmos in peace and quite. I’m getting a hotel room here with a nice view, and while I will be over here every morning to fix Helen’s breakfast, and checking the web and a few blogs, I may not be making anymore posts after this one for the rest of the week. We’ll see, it’s hard for me to shut up. I will do a post on the pagan Christian holiday they call Christmas.
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You little monkeys need to stop whining because you think I’m picking on you some, the more evolved humans on this planet happen to agree with me. Birds of a feather flock together. Translation; Your opinion isn’t valid unless it agrees somewhat with mine.
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The third Vice President of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society called me Sunday and wanted to know if I wanted to go “hang out.” Hell no I don’t want to go hang out, if I want to watch Friends I will get cable and watch it on TV. Well adjusted women (I don’t know any though) are interested in dating, not hanging out. I read that in a Curves magazine, but maybe women don’t read Curves. Based on my experiences in recent years I agree, women that want to just hang out are fruitcakes and I’m not doing anything with them.
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She is attractive and has a nice body but that is not a valid reason for hanging out with her. She isn’t interested in doing the things I would want to be doing with a woman so there is no point in it. I have tools and a boat, and a camp trailer, they can be my wife’s, they don’t give me any crap. I will find happiness in them rather than let women screw with my mind. Happiness is not having a modern screwed up woman to deal with.
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What do wars and football games have in common? They are both games played by monkeys. The numbers of dead American and Iraq people are just scores, like in a football game. These monkeys are very entertaining sometimes, were it not for the fact that they are so destructive and screwing up our lives.
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Protest Peace?… Yup, maybe we should look at this differently and support wars. These monkeys are not going to stop fighting so lets support them in all the ways we can???? Lets help them kill themselves off faster, we’ll shoot the last one standing. What do you think???
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WASHINGTON (AP) - On his first day as defense secretary, Robert Gates warned Monday that failure in Iraq would be a "calamity" that would haunt the United States for years….. Not me it won’t, we had no business going to that monkey colony in the first place. They were selling us their oil, let them work their own fucking problems out. As for them making a few nukes, so what?
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This planet and life is a miracle. But we are not a miracle of any God, unless that God is a fucking idiot. We are a fluke of the cosmos and we are idiots in evolution.
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It’s interesting that the only thing that seems to save a lot of people is their crutch of religion of some kind. Because they are too frigging weak (or brainwashed) to stand on their own two feet and take life the way it comes at them. Those monkeys, they can be so amusing at times. He, he, he. Look you Christian monkeys, my wife was a screwed up Christian monkey and she tried to take me in that direction. They even got me to be on the board trusties at her church. Let me tell you, that didn’t last long after I got a look at how they operated. The frigging Christians at the top are really frigging sick, and they keep putting a sickness in their followers. My pulpit hasn’t got a collection plate and it never will have. Give to those in need, and not to make ministers well off while brainwashing others.
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Dear diary:… I made a chimney for the Franklin fireplace John gave me and built a fire in it on Sunday. And just sat there in my loveseat being at one with the cosmos, communicating with it. I have been turning down any calls for work but I went yesterday and did some things for Laurel Ann, she is such a sweetheart that I don’t like to turn down her requests for help. I’m going back there today also.
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Deteriorata
By Tony Hendra - 1972

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their advice even though they be turkeys; know what to kiss and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and despite the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in computer maintenance. Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate. Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you. That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan; and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken. Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee. You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back. Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be: Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. Give up.

One day

I am the savior, but not necessarily yours. BBC

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FRIDAY, Dec. 15 (HealthDay News) -- As a child's IQ rises, his taste for meat in adulthood declines, a new study suggests…. I don’t trust all research but I tend to agree with that somewhat, only I think it just has something to do with aging more than with IQ. I still like a little chicken and turkey and fish. Beef I can mostly do without, it tastes a lot like monkey anyway.
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SEATTLE - Residents of the Pacific Northwest struggled to stay warm Saturday after the worst windstorm in more than a decade knocked out power to more than 1.5 million homes and businesses and killed at least six people….. No problem for me, I filled the fuel tank on the truck, the gas can for the generator, and I stock plenty of food and well over a hundred gallons of water. You just never know what nature is going to throw at you. Those that are not prepared are just fools, or monkeys.
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I haven’t been checking many blogs, just those most important to me, a few others hit and miss if I have the time. I’m just too busy right now to check a lot of them.
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A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice. The father replies: "My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy." The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds, he remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic. He asks the girl: "Do you like potato pancakes?" She says "No," and the silence returns. After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list. He asks, "Do you have a brother?" Again, the girl says "No" and there is silence once again. The boy then plays his last card and asks: "If you did have a brother, do you think he would like potato pancakes?"
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Two friends had agreed to meet at a resort for a weekend of fishing. The first arrived on Friday evening, as scheduled, but his fishing buddy never showed up. Finally about lunch-time the next day, the tardy fisherman arrived beaten and bandaged. When asked what the hell had happened, the wounded man
replied, "The last thing I remember is stopping at the highway rest stop and spotting a parked car with what appeared to be people in the back seat, so I stuck my head through the window and asked, 'Hey, just how far is The Olde Log Inn?'"
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Q: Why did Viagra come out with a nasal spray? A: For dickheads
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A guy's on the electric chair. The warden's just about to pull the switch when the guy gets the hiccups.The warden says, "Do you have any last requests?" The guy says, "(hic) Yeah... (hic) could you please do (hic) could you please do something to scare me?"
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My wife thinks I'm too nosy. At least that's what she keeps scribbling in her diary. -Drake Sather
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A father and son went fishing one day. After a couple hours in the boat, the boy suddenly became curious about the world around him. He asked his father, "How does this boat float?" The father thought for a moment, then replied, "Don't rightly know, son." The boy returned to his contemplation, then turned back to his father, "How do fish breathe underwater?" Once again the father replied, "Don't rightly know, son."
A little later the boy asked his father, "Why is the sky blue?" Again, the father replied. "Don't rightly know, son." Worried he was going to annoy his father, he says, "Dad, do you mind my asking you all of these questions?" "Of course not, son. If you don't ask questions, you'll never learn anything!"
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A good way to use the fuck word. “I fucking love you.” [This is the end of the humor, but some of you will still find the rest of this interesting. And there is a little humor in it, depending on what you are able to laugh at, which should be just about anything being as this is such a stupid planet.]
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A comment spotted on a blog. “Sex, is what brings people together. Love is what keeps them together long after the sex has lost it's magic.”….. In my mind I think that is a very limited explanation. When love is mentioned I think of it in a higher plain, in a bigger picture. Not just between couples that are mates. I think of the love that should be there for mankind, and nature, and things like that. Not that some couples don’t start out that way, a sexual attraction to each other, and I have no problem with that. But I don’t want to deal with those kind of unions anymore. I want to know her some first, I want her to love me, at some damn level first. I have to have her spirit loving me even if her human mind is somewhat confused about it. And sex and love done properly means the magic never goes away. I know couples in their eighties that get it on all the time.
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Love is often ruined by peoples wants, needs and greed’s. And always going after them and working hard for them and getting lost in all that. The most loving couples I know don’t have all that much besides each other. I watched a movie the other day, ‘Spencers Mountain’ with Henry Fonda and Maureen O'Hara staring. The most loving couples I know have few wants and needs. They may not even have a lot, but they have each other. Ah, Maureen O’Hara, I always wanted her. :-)
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You fucking monkeys killing each other with your automobiles. Don’t waste good meat, eat the road kill. You monkeys should carry some firewood and a frying pan in your trunks. Then you can cook and eat your road kill on the spot. Oh, and a MONKEY CHOW sign so other passing monkey drivers can stop and enjoy the bounty. No point in burying good meat, what a waste.
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Democracy: Where the monkeys all bicker with each other while trying to self rule themselves in complicated ways instead of simple way.
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Get out of my parade you fucking monkeys. Shoo, get out of the way, I’m going forward, I know where I’m going, go back to your own parade, don’t be raining on mine. Stay in your histories, mucking around in the monkey shit. Screw history, I’m only interested in tomorrow, the future. Our proper evolution.
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Want proof that America is crazy? Just check out the number of shrinks they have. Not that I have ever met a sane shrink, I’ve posted about that before though.
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Places of executions need good kitchens, and good monkey meat recipes. Umm, monkey shish kebab, yum, yum. A monkey a day keeps the hunger pains away.
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Today’s motto, no meat left behind, no meat wasted. Hey, it’s just monkey meat.
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I’m guessing that there is a secret American government operation going on where they are supplying the insurgents with arms so they can keep Iraq in turmoil. What sick reasons they would have for doing that I don’t know. Never can tell what is going on in a monkeys mind. But I know that our government loves secrets. Transparency? Har, har, har. It’s no wonder the world hates us. Hell, I hate us.
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Member only blogs are just monkeys fucking around, talking about their clothes, shoes, travels, things like that, believe me, you are not missing anything by not being invited. I’m here to talk to the whole world.
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Hippie John was given a new (used) wood stove, and brought me his old Franklin fireplace. I’m putting it in front of the shelter I have my love seat in out in the yard.
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While I was out doing errands yesterday I stopped at the lumber store for three sheets of OSB to improve the roof over a camper and the clerk, Bill, that knows my first and last names and that I have an account there waited on me. I decided to grab a hand full of deck screws and told him to add them, he said it was taken care of. When I looked at the invoice later I saw that they wasn’t on it. This town is bigger than I would like it to be, but still small enough to have little acts of kindness like that happen to you.
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Everyone of course has their own thoughts about how to use and control blogger comments. I choose to not use word verification any more but instead went to no anonymous comments. Since then I’ve gotten only one spam comment. As for getting a virus through blogger, I don’t know about that, maybe one of my readers can answer it. I do know this, I don’t get paranoid about them. In my years ten years and countless hours of being on the Internet I’ve only gotten one. And it came in an email from someone I knew here in town. If you get a virus you just deal with it. Ah, use comment moderation to keep the monkeys away? Ah, hell, I love to have the monkeys visit. God likes to fuck wit the monkeys. The minister and the whacked out Lutheran chick were a lot of fun.
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You know what? We don’t exist, not in any real sense anyway. Many of you that are trying to change the world, with your political and news opinion sites, or what ever, are not getting that many hits. On a good day I might get around a hundred, but about ten of them are mine. The goof off blogs might get a lot of hits, but they’re just goofing off. Not that it is a bad thing, but it’s just some monkeys screwing around, just saying is all. So, almost seven billion people on the planet and we are getting read less than a hundred times a day. Yup, for all intents and purposes, we don’t exist. But that won’t stop me from doing this.
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NEW YORK, Dec 14 (Reuters Life!) - Miss USA 2006 is in danger of losing her crown due to bad behavior, organizers of the annual beauty pageant said on Thursday. Property magnate and TV "reality" series star Donald Trump, who owns the Miss USA and Miss Universe contests, will decide next week whether or not Tara Conner would keep the title, they said….. Yeah, yeah, who cares if she was having a little fun, and she is such a cute little monkey, I would eat her *wink*. And when in the hell did Donald Trump become a fucking saint?
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George, a friend in Sequim, apparently with a complex mind like mine so he is okay with me and understands me pretty well, reads my blog. He sent me an email about the fuck stuff I posted, saying that he liked my rant. Hey, when did the truth become a rant? WTF??? And here is something interesting he said after I told him that minds are changing, “Lots of people aren't aware that minds have changed -- that humanity has evolved and is continuing to do so -- and some would vehemently insist that it isn't so, as if that would somehow validate Darwin's theories, which terrify them.…. Yup, and they really don’t want to see that mankind is God in evolution. Monkeys don’t believe in evolution, they believe in their silly mystical Gods.
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BTW George, the other George called me the other day, he has just been really busy, hasn’t even gotten back too the house project we where working on, so that is why I haven’t heard from him for a while. Maybe the three of us can get together after things settle down, three minds like ours together should be very interesting.
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Hey, you fucking Blog Spot monkey programmers, fix your fucking word verification problems. You only need three words or numbers you idiots.
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Kirsten….. I know why you write about some of the subjects you write about. :-)… Hey hon, what is a good Egypian news site? I like to get news from other countrys perspectives also.
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Remember these words if you can. At some point in time you have to stop reading books and start thinking for yourself. – Albert Einstein. [Get your own damn brain and get out of the boxes of others, books are just boxes.]
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Supergirlest said...why are you so mean and cruel? …. It just depends on how you see it. I’m trying to get the world to grow up. I don’t expect everyone to like that, but it doesn’t make me mean and cruel.
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Love, Peace, and Hugs. BBC

Failed

I caught them. I’ve been doing a print screen when I think of it before sending a comment. This sure looks correct to me, but it failed. Remember, click on it to see it better. BBC

12/16/2006

My cat thinks that you fucking monkeys are a pain in the ass also. Get off of our fucking planet you fucking monkeys.
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Teacher: "What is actually used as a conductor of electricity?
Johnny: "Why...er?"
Teacher: "Wire is right. Very good. Now tell me, what is the unit of electrical power?"
Johnny: "The what?"
Teacher: "That's absolutely correct, the watt. Now class, you should all study diligently, like Johnny here."
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Waiter: "Tea or coffee, gentlemen?"
1st customer: "I'll have tea."
2nd customer: "Me, too. And be sure the glass is clean!"
(Waiter exits, returns)
Waiter: "Two teas. Which one asked for the clean glass?"
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"If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide." -Mahatma Gandhi
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Stolen from an old issue of Bizarre News:
Pretoria, South Africa The psychology profession was rocked after renowned marriage counselor, Dr. Cedric Wayne crossed over the edge while treating a bickering couple. The husband, fed up with his wife’s unrelenting verbal assault began slapping her. Dr. Wayne, instead of intervening to stop the assault
leapt out of his chair and charged across the room and proceeded to beat the stunned wife as well."She’s
the most annoying woman I’ve ever been around. No husband should be subjected to nagging like that... that woman’s mouth was driving me crazy," said Dr. Wayne. (Yup, I know women like that)
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The most interesting and colorful word in language today is the word "fuck". It is the magical word which, just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language , "fuck" falls into many Grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb both transitive (John fucked Mary)
and intransitive (Mary was Fucked by John). It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive
verb (Mary really doesn't give a fuck), and adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck).
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It can also be used as an interjection (Fuck! I'm late for my date with Mary). It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, fuck she's also stupid). As you can see there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word fuck. Aside from its sexual connotations, this word can be used to describe many situations:

1. Greetings........."How the fuck are ya?"
2. Fraud..............."I got fucked by the car dealer."
3. Resignation......."Oh, fuck it!"
4. Trouble............."I guess I'm fucked now."
5. Agression........."FUCK YOU!"
6. Disgust................"Fuck me."
7. Confusion............." What the fuck....?"
8. Displeasure............"Fucking shit man..."
9. Lost........................"where the fuck are we?"
10.Disbelief.............."UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!"
11.Retaliation............."Up your fucking ass!"
12.Apathy................."Who really gives a fuck?"
13.Suspicion............."Who the fuck are you?"
14.Directions.............."Fuck off."
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It can be maternal..."MOTHERFUCKER!"
It can be used to tell time..." It's four fucking twenty!"
It can be used as an anatomical description..."He's a fucking asshole."
Lastly, it has been used by many notable people throughout history:
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"What the fuck was that?"...Mayor of Hiroshima
"That’s not a real fucking gun."...John Lennon
"Where the fuck is all this water coming from?"...Captain of the Titanic
"Who the fuck is gonna find out?"...Richard Nixon
"Heads are gonna fucking roll."...Anne Boleyn
"Any fucking idiot could answer that."...Albert Einstein
"It does so fucking look like her!"...Picasso
"You want what on the fucking ceiling?"...Michaelangelo
"Fuck a duck."...Walt Disney
"Houston we Have a big fucking problem."..The crew of Apollo 13
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[End of the humor, you may stop reading now]
Hammer…. I didn’t write the ‘sermon’ about Unitarians, it was something I found in an old email.
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Kirsten, has it ever occurred to you that you are here to help fix this planet so that you don’t have to put up with this crap in the future? If you are a part of the living spirit you will be here whether you want to be or not. Well, maybe you are just a monkey also.
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Christmas isn’t my fucking birthday you fucking idiots. Unless you where born on that day, then it is. Christmas isn’t my only birthday you fucking idiots. Each day is my birthday, each death is my death. Well, I’m past caring if the monkeys are killing themselves, in fact I wish they would step it up and get each other all killed. Yup, you Christian monkeys, get busy killing those Muslim monkeys. And you Muslim monkeys get busy killing those Christian monkeys. When you are all gone maybe we can have some peace here.
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I’m a bigot I guess, I’m tired of the monkeys on this planet screwing everything up. Get out of my way you little idiots, I’m trying to change the world here.
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These fucking monkeys that are killing each other, you are wasting a lot of meat, why are you not eating each other? And don’t tell me that is cannibalism and sick. It isn’t sick to kill each other? You are just fucking monkeys, just monkey meat. The world is full of starving people. Don’t waste good meat, eat your kills. Stupid fucking monkeys, sometimes I just have to laugh my ass off at your antics. He, he, he. Stupid fucking monkeys. It would give me great joy to see George Bush served up as a main course.
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I really don’t get bloggers that make their blogs private. Umm, yes I do, it’s just monkeys fucking around and communicating with each other and not the rest of the world. They may as well just stick to emails
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People that are afraid to revile much about themselves crack me up. Talk about being paranoid. The whole world knows who I am, and I stand a better chance of being killed in a car than I do of having some nut Christian or Muslim monkey take me out with a gun, hell in past posts I have invited them to. Who would want to steal my identity? A stupid fucking monkey? Get rid of the fucking monkeys, come down hard on them instead of just slapping their wrists.
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Scott Adams shows the world who he is also, and you little wussy pussy nobodies are hiding? What a bunch of pussy’s.
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People that use comment moderation, what are you afraid of? An insult? Oh, hell, I just remembered, monkeys don’t like insults. Never mind.
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The quickest way to receive love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly; In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings. It’s all wasted on the monkeys though.
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Don’t waste good meat, eat a monkey today. BBC

12/15/2006

People are asking for recent pictures of others. How about this self picture of me taken last night? Cameras don’t favor us that close and I have been down a lot of roads as many of you know, and not all of them where paved. Five foot nine inches & 165 pounds of fighting fury & there isn’t a muscle on me. LOL You younger readers, just remember, you will be old one day also. Or dead before you get to that point.
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I was going though old emails (I save 4000 to 5000 of them a year and there is a book or two in them) and here is a humorous poke at and about Unitarians. As I attended a Unitarian Fellowship for over a year I got a kick out of it because they are as confused as everyone else about just what God is. Us in evolution and still a nine year old in cosmic time. Looking at time and space properly, the whole cosmos is only nine years old in evolutionary terms.
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"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States. We are Unitarian Jihad. There is only one God, unless there is more than one God. The vote of our God subcommittee is 10-8 in favor of one God, with two abstentions. Brother Flaming Sword of Moderation noted the possibility of there being no God at all. His objection was noted, with love, by the secretary.
"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States! Too long has your attention been waylaid by the bright baubles of extremist thought. Too long have fundamentalist yahoos of all religions (except Buddhism – 14-5 vote, no abstentions, fundamentalism subcommittee) made your head hurt. Too long have you been buffeted by angry people who think that God talks to them. You have a right to your moderation! You have the power to be calm! We will use the IED of truth to explode the SUV of dogmatic expression!
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"People of the United States, why is everyone yelling at you??? Whatever happened to ... you know, everything? Why is the news dominated by nut-balls saying that the Ten Commandments have to be tattooed inside the eyelids of every American, or that Allah has told them to kill Americans in order to rid the world of Satan, or that Yahweh has instructed them to go live wherever they feel like, or that Shiva thinks bombing mosques is a great idea? Sister Immaculate Dagger of Peace notes for the record that we mean no disrespect to Jews, Muslims, Christians or Hindus. (Referred back to the committee of the whole for further discussion.)
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"We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity notes for the record that he does not have a moral code but is nevertheless a good person, and Un-exalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness stipulates that Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity is a good person, and this is to be reflected in the minutes.
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"Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.
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"We are Unitarian Jihad. We will appear in public places and require all people to shake hands with each other. (Sister Hand Grenade of Love suggested that we institute a terror regime of mandatory hugging, but her motion was not formally introduced because of lack of a quorum.) We will require all lobbyists, spokesmen and campaign managers to dress like trout in public. Televangelists will be forced to take jobs as Xerox repair specialists. Demagogues of all stripes will be required to read Proust, out loud, in prisons.
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"We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: "Sincerity is not enough." We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it's true doesn't make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn't mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.
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"Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some members of Congress and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against to be Revolutionary Principles, and Brother Gatling Gun of Patience was remanded to the Sunday Flowers and Banners committee.
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"People of the United States! We are Unitarian Jihad! We will strike without warning. Pockets of reasonableness and harmony will appear as if from nowhere! Nice people will run the government again! There will be coffee and cookies in the Gandhi Room after the revolution."
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A woman sat on a plane heading for New York, when the pilot announces that because of difficulties with the plane's engines, he must make an emergency landing. The woman, fearing that this may be the end of her life looks over to a man sitting next to her and rips her shirt and bra off, and throws herself on him. "Make me feel like a woman again!" she screamed. So the man rips his shirt off and hands it to her. "Here, iron this."
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Hammer, I’ve slept on air mattresses for about fifteen years now. If you want a real heavy duty one buy a waterbed bladder and fill it with air. I know that a lot of people don’t know what to make of me, but they don’t know what to make of themselves either.
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And Hill Country Girl, what in the hell is with her? She has spent many hours trying to twist things around trying to make me look bad. She even changed the text of some things said. This is one sick woman people. If you are thinking of sending her a picture of you for her calendar maybe you should think twice about it. If she gets ticked at you in the future you she may use it against you. I’m surprised she didn’t screw with the picture I sent her of me with no shirt on for it. She even competes against her husband. Get a life woman, try to be a team. Never mind, she is just a monkey fucking around, I damn sure wouldn’t spend that many hours trying to knock someone down. Anyone with that much hate in them doesn’t deserve my time. I sure am glad I have a neighbor like Helen that isn’t like her. Don’t take me wrong, I hate a lot of things about this planet also, but to direct it all at one person that she doesn’t even know personally? I don’t get it.
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Very busy, gotta go. Peace and hugs. BBC

12/14/2006

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12/13/2006

(Remember, this is humor)
Two gay guys live together. The first guy said, "Let's play hide and seek. I'll hide, and if you find me I'll blow you." The second guy asked, "What if I can't find you?" The first replied, "I'll be behind the piano." ….
Q: What's the difference between a hunting dog and a fag?
A: A hunting dog sics ducks.
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* The Top 12 Things Uttered by Yoda While Making Love *
12. "Ahhh! Yoda's little friend you seek!"
11. "Urm. Put a shield on my saber I must."
10. "Feel the force!"
9. "Foreplay, cuddling - a Jedi craves not these things."
8. "Down here, I am. Find a ladder, I must!"
7. "Do me or do me not - there is no try."
6. "Early must I rise. Leave now you must!"
5. "You know, this would be a lot more fun without Frank Oz's hand up my ass."
4. "Happens to every guy sometimes this does."
3. "When 900 years old you get, Viagra you need too, hmmmm?"
2. "Ow, ow, OW! On my ear you are!"
1. "Who's your Jedi master? WHO'S your Jedi Master?"
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Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. A damn toilet seat isn’t what makes anyone considerate, if women are going to cry about that you will find them crying about all sorts of things, just dump them and find a better woman. (Guys, the solution to this is to just piss on the seat)
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Thank you for reading that. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping. (and you’re sleeping alone also) :-)
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War doesn't make boys men, it makes men dead. -Ken Gillespie
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That’s all.

Here is your humor

I once went to a urologist because I had an infection that needed antibiotics. "Here," the doctor said, "piss in this cup." I looked around. "What, in this room?" I asked feeling a bit shy. "Yeah, don't worry," he said as he was rifling through a drawer looking for something, "I've seen more dick than Liberace."
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I don't really see what the fun in watching drag racing is. Sure, it's funny to watch grown men run down the street in high heels and a dress, but other than that, it's boring
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I disagree with my psychiatrist's assertion that I'm depressed because I have a serotonin imbalance. I'm pretty sure the real reason is: Life sucks.
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Gracie Allen's Classic Recipe for Roast Beef
1 large Roast of beef
1 small Roast of beef
Take the two roasts and put them in the oven.
When the little one burns, the big one is done.
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I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Harold, the computer guy, to come over. Harold clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. He gave me a bill for a minimum service call. As he was walking away, I called after him, "So, what was wrong?" He replied, "It was an ID ten T error." I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An ID ten T error? What's that . in case I need to fix it again?" Harold grinned...."Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?" "No," I replied. "Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out."
So I wrote down. I D 1 0 T
I used to like Harold
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Dear diary: Rick’s pet drunk, his wife, got her yearly pot of gold from the state of Alaska and bought them a new computer so he gave mine back to me. I don’t need three computers here but I know a young lady that needs one to do her college homework on so I will give it to her.
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I have nothing else to say to the idiot monkeys on this planet that think no one should be judgmental….. Except of course, themselves. It’s clear that the key to good mental health is to just avoid them while they kill each other and destroy the planet with their needs and greeds and travels until it can’t support them anymore. The sooner they kill themselves off the sooner I can have some peace and quite.
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Do not. I repeat, do not. Go to my other blog if you are easily offended. BBC

Fuck You

Fuck you big fellow, you want to fuck wit God? You should think twice about that.
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Good morning stupid monkeys, how are you this morning? What do you mean, you’re not stupid, of course you are. Yeah, I know, you know things, I’m impressed (snort). You know how to make a living and go shopping, how to wipe your ass (I hope). Really smart people, like yours truly :-) know just how ignorant we all are. I know that we are ignorant and kind of crazy. Crazy because of our ancestors, and ignorant because there is so much to yet learn and accept about ourselves. But !!! I can answer any question in the universe to my complete satisfaction, so what do you want to know? LOL (What do you mean, this isn’t humor? Get a brain for christs sake, learn to laugh at yourselves)
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What is not to like about Hooters? Get your Hooter pictures here.
Hooters
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Lets see, need some humor to appease the monkeys. George Carlin has some things to say about new rules.

Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them !
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Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days . . . mowing my lawn, and washing my car.
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Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Beef ?
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Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: .... "Lucky little bastards."
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If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
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Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them ? Okay, we're done.
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There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
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Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security Crisis.
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The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande' half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," Oooh, you're a huge asshole.
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I'm not the cashier ! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
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Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God that you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
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Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called ................ "The Howard Stern Show."
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I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go for the nuts and eat two.
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If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
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No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
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And this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I
just want to wash my hands.
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When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
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If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying" Do you want fries with that?"
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Dear diary: The christians, muslims and atheists are still killing each other and themselves. On the bright side, it’s helping to keep down their populations.
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Weather wise it was a pretty decent day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. Got up to about fifty degrees, the snow is gone for the most part, and had some sun. Boy, have I been being lazy this weekend. Didn’t go to the Friendship Dinner, Beer Church, or the Peace Protest. Split up some firewood for Helen is about it. I like to try to keep her about a two month supply of split wood on hand in case I get sick or something. But not doing much is easy on the planet.

Too Funny

Don't forget to check out one of Gods favorite comics today.
Sinfest

A picture

I found a picture of the fake bbc troll. LOL

Being as

That postcard doesn’t remind me of you and I. Most of you (I also) have had it easy compared to a child in the middle of a war that has lost an arm or leg. Or a child sitting under a tree starving to death. Why is the world still this way? Because YOU allow it to be while you spoil yourself.
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Being as I now have two blogs I will just use this one to entertain the monkeys with humor and some diary entries, I will use the other one for my rants and judgements about humans, err, monkeys. So if you are one of those people with soft egos that don’t like finger pointing don’t go read it. :-)
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A message to the fake bbc troll. .. Once again, who I send pictures of my dick to isn’t any of your fucking business ya warped sick little christian. If any women have that picture they most likely took it off of my blog because I seldom send it to anyone, ya stupid fucking idiot.
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This is old humor, but it’s worth reading again. Apple Computer reported today that it has developed computer chips that can store and play music inside women's breasts. This is considered to be a major break through, because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.
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25 Things You Will Never Hear A Woman Say... (Actually, I have heard women say some of these things, and more.)
1. You know, I've been complaining a lot lately. I don't blame you for ignoring me.
2. I know I'm sore and my parents are in the other room, I still want you right now!
3. This porno scene is boring, fast forward to the gang bang.
4. Don't get up, I kinda like sleeping in the wetspot.
5. Don't dirty up your T-shirt wiping that up, use my blouse.
6. That was fun, when will all of your friends be over to watch pornos again?
7. I bet it would be kinky to watch you with our baby-sitter.
8. You're my daddy! You're my daddy!
9. The new girl in my office is a stripper. I invited her over for dinner on Friday.
10. Honey, did you leave that skid in the toilet bowl? Good one!
11. While you were in the bathroom, they went for it on fourth down and missed. If they can hold them to a field goal they'll still cover.
12. Bar food again!? Kick ass.
13. I liked that wedding even more than ours. Your ex-girlfriend has class.
14. That girl is wearing the same outfit as I am. Cool, I'm gonna go over and talk to her.
15. I love hearing stories about your old girlfriends, tell me more.
16. I like using this new lawn mower so much more than the old one, what a wonderful Valentine's day gift!
17. Let's just leave the toilet seat "up" at all times, then you don't have to mess with it anymore.
18. I've decided to buy myself a boob job. How big do you want 'em?
19. It's only the third quarter, you should order a couple
more pitchers.
20. Honey, come here! Watch me do a Tequila shot off of Chuck's bare ass!
21. My mother is going to take care of the tab, so order another round for you and your friends.
22. I'm so happy with my new hairstyle, I don't think I'll ever change it again.
23. Damn! I love when my pillow smells like your cigars and scotch. You passed out before brushing your teeth again, ya' big silly!
24. You are so much smarter than my father.
25. If we're not going to have sex, then you have to let me watch Sportscenter.
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The scene was a tiny mountain village in a remote section of West Virginia. An old mountaineer and his young wife were getting a divorce in the local court. But custody of the children was a problem. The mother jumped to her feet and protested to the judge that since she had brought the children into this world, she should retain custody of them. The old mountaineer also wanted custody of the children. The judge asked for his side of the story and, after a long moment of silence, the mountaineer slowly rose from his chair and said, "Judge, when I put a quarter in a candy machine and a candy bar comes out, does it belong to me or the machine?"
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Dear Diary: Was given some good spuds yesterday so I made a crock-pot full of soup. I had forgotten to put a DVD disk back in the container when I returned the container to the library, they sent me a reminder so I found it and returned it. I finely got my new time on my piece of shit cell phone by pushing about eighty buttons on my real phone.
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I talked to a lady yesterday that dislikes modern women as much as I do, but I’ll address that in my other blog. At the library I talked to Margaret for a few minutes, she used to be optimistic about human nature and it’s improving. Now she is about as disappointed as I am. I spotted a book in the new book area, The End Of Iraq, on how America fucked up and started a war that will never end. I won’t be reading it, I already understand that.
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For the most part I really like my new camera, but the menu functions are a pain to stumble through and it’s hard to get the flash to stay off when I want it off. So I put a narrow piece of black tape over the center of the damn thing to diffuse the light and avoid bright spots.
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I’m not finding time to visit all the blogs that I like to visit, or have to look at them quickly and move on. But I only have so much time for such things.
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I’m getting tired of being a doorman for these cats that think they are God, I’m installing a cat door. And before you tell me that they will bring dead critters in here, I know that.
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Losing a few online friends is no big deal, I’m seeking the wisest friends, and they understand me. Have a great day everyone. Hugs… BBC

12/9/2006

[Cool, I just spotted a translate tool at The Gods Are Bored site.]

How did I get her tit in a wringer?

Blog land is just like life. You find and make friends and then the next thing you know they are pissed at you. It seems that I have pissed off Hill Country Gal and I don’t have a clue why. The bloggosphere is just like real life isn’t it? One day you are great buddies with someone and the next they hate your guts. And do they give you any sign that is coming? Not always, they just start ignoring you. Then get around to telling you that you are not welcome.
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Often it is because they misunderstand your brand of humor, or in my case, because I may get a little judgmental and people seldom like that. But human kind will never grow up without some judgement coming at it. Those that don’t want judgement simply don’t want it directed at them so they are always saying that others shouldn’t be judgemental.
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What ever our misunderstanding is, I’m okay with it. One thing that age has taught me is that friends come and go, few of them are friends anyway, they are really just acquaintances that you have a few things in common with. It’s not like they are going to come and help you change a flat tire in the middle of the night, or help you if you are in a spot. Yup, friends come and go, and it’s okay, there are more friends just around the corner.
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Humanity is a piece of shit because humanity refuses to grow up. Fuck humanity, we’ll just go with some humor while you fuck yourselves into nonexistence.
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Two beggars are sitting on a park bench in Mexico City. One is holding a cross and one a Star of David. Both are holding hats to collect contributions. People walk by, lift their noses at the man with the Star of David and drop money in the hat held by the man with the cross. Soon the hat of the man with the cross is filled and the hat of the man with the star of David is empty. A priest watches and then approaches the men. He turns to the man with the Star of David and says: "Young man. Don't you realize that this is a Catholic country? You'll never get any contributions in this country holding a Star of David." The man with the Star of David turns to the man with the cross and says: "Moishe, can you imagine, this guy is trying to tell us how to run our business?"
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SOBER: The condition in which it is almost impossible to fall in love.
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Three wise asses are following a star through the desert. The star stops over a little village and begins to shine brightly on a barn behind a small inn. They walk into the barn and find a little baby lying in a
manger. As they approached the manger, one of the wise men walks into a plough and smashes his knee on the handle and in agony yells out "JESUS CHRIST!" A voice came down from above and said "That's a good name, I was going to call him Irving."
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An airhead suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly, and when she opens the door, she finds him in the arms of a redhead. Well, the blonde is really angry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her head. The boyfriend yells, "No, honey, don't do it!!!" The airhead replies, "Shut up! You're next!"
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Do you have a terrorist score on file with Homeland Security?
How shit works

I've posted a few pictures on my other blog.
My other blog

Imagine

Lots of blogs and news sites mentioning John Lennon today.

Imagine this.

That we are God.

I know, no one wants that responsibility.

No one wants to be judged, held accountable.

So the world continues to go to hell.

You can walk through a sea of souls and not get your feet wet.

BBC

I've deleted the story on my other blog, it wasn't going anywhere, just like the relationship.

But hey, I'm concerned about a friend that seems to be really down. Would you please drop in and give her a hug??
Sewmouse

Fuck it (Updated)

Vacation

It’s been at least nine years since I took a vacation, maybe longer. I’ve maybe taken only about six vacations in my whole life in fact. Hell, my live has been a series of interesting adventures and experiences so what would be the point in taking a vacation? And I’ve had some jobs that where so interesting (to me) that I never even thought of taking a vacation, just turned the time into cash if I could, and kept right on working. Yeah, some of you may find automotive front-end alignments boring but I sure didn’t, there is a real science to it if you do it right. And I was damn good at it, was well known in my area, and always booked with work even in the winter. People often waited two or three weeks for me to get to their car.
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I once spent a whole day and a half aligning a racecar for a friend (Lew Bell), for free. Because of the class he was running it had an old straight axle under it. One side needed positive camber and negative caster and the other side needed negative camber and positive caster. And the toe in on corners had to be correct also. Only one way you can do that on a straight axle properly, lots of bending with special tools and rams, very carefully, a little at a time, in the right places.
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He took it out the next week-end and set the track record with it, said it was the finest steering racecar that he had ever drove. It’s an art form to have wild caster and camber settings on a racecar (circle track) and still have it go straight on the straight always. Yup, I enjoyed my work.
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Anyway, for nine years I haven’t really needed a vacation, I’ve free lanced, worked for myself most of the time so had time off to goof around when I wanted it. And I had my 32 foot boat that I spent tons of time on. But now I do need a little time away, something different. Not much, just a little a few days.
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My requirements aren’t the same as many others that are trying to make themselves happy for a bit. I want to be warm, but I’m warm here. I want some peace and solitude and I don’t always get that here because I keep turning to the computer. I need something that is inexpensive as I don’t want to pay for a few days of enjoyment for a year or two, that takes much of the joy out of it. I don’t want to travel far because it’s too hard on the planet. I damn sure don’t want to spend a lot of time making plans, packing, dealing with airports and long flight times and such. Hell, I can visit any place I like on the Internet.
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Here is what I want, a warm place with an ocean view and a good book to read while I drink coffee or a beer in front of the window, a hot tub I can go to three times a day if I wish. So here is what I’m going to do. I don’t like it right on the waterfront where the Red Lyon is so I’ve booked a room for two days with the Quality Inn up the hill, I like to look down on my domains you might say. That’s right, I’ve booked a room right in this town. It’s a no brainer, not a lot of planning and stress and travel time and dealing with all that crap. A nice little vacation for less than two hundred bucks, I like that.
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I picked those days because there is a great band at the Eagles that week-end and I’m going dancing in the evenings. Eat your hearts out while you are paying for your expensive vacations suckers. I’ll get just as much enjoyment out of mine. Hugs.. BBC

12/7/2006
I used to keep a diary but I seldom put an entry in it anymore, this blog seems to have replaced it.
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Letters to Santa
Dear Santa, I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer.
yer Frend, BiLLy
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Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a friggin' book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa
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Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah
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Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa
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Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do? Love, Teddy
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Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead. Santa
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Dear Santa, I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis
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Dear Francis, Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay; I'll set you up with a Barbie.
Santa
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Dear Santa, I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door. Love, Susan
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Dear Susan, Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of scotch. Santa
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Dear Santa, What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
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Dear Thomas, All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know. Santa
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Dear Santa, Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica
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Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible or are you just a blonde? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house. Santa
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Dear Santa, I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one? Timmy
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Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again. Santa
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Dearest Santa, We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky
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Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house; you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like the boogeyman does, through your bedroom window. Sweet Dreams, Santa
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[Update]... At last the asshats at blogger got a picture to post on my other blog I'm screwing with. And there is a story there, and you get to finish it. BBC
The spoiled brat

That link takes you to a page with the story and comments both on the same page, I think it will flow better that way, if anyone starts building the story anyway.

For a while this post is going to stay on top. I will edit it to put in some jokes, and change the picture on the right being as it’s the only fucking picture I can use and change right now.
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I even created another blog using a different template, and it is fucked up also. Some people seem to think that God rants in amusing ways so here we fucking go.

Dear Blog Spot & whoever it is there that keeps changing things and fucking up our experience for us.…. I have a message for you, FUCK YOU ASSHATS.
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We don’t want constant changes and to always be in a learning mode you fucking idiots. We just want to have blogs that we recognize and can use without a bunch of bullshit.
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Here is a news alert for you my friends….. WE DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU !!!! There are other blog severs on this planet you idiots. Keep fucking with us and I’m moving my blog. I’m sure of course that it would break your fucking hearts. Na, but as long as I can find a place to be happy I don’t fucking care how you feel because you are not showing any feeling for us when all you do is keep fucking with us.
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I want to use a blog, I want the fucker to look and work right without me spending hours fucking around with it. I don’t appreciate YOU fucking with MY time. …. Asshats. Fuck you.
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I’m checking out blog services that cost a little money but sometimes you get what you pay for. Ever since Google went on the stock market they just keep getting worse. I don’t like the fucking stock market and I’m not liking Google anymore. If they had paid blog accounts I wouldn’t get one because they would just keep fucking with it while trying to get rich on the stock market. I don’t know what their fucking game is, but I’m fucking tired of playing it.
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Fuck everything.
Fuck blogger for fucking up my experience and what I want to do with my blog.
Fuck the warmongers.
Fuck stupid human monkeys.
Fuck large organized religions.
Fuck Christians
Fuck Muslims
Fuck Jews
Fuck you asshats causing so many problems and keeping world peace away.
Minor religions are the only peaceful ones.

Frankly, I'm tired of the whole fucking web experience. And the whole human experience. Blogger just keeps changing things and I'm tired of having to learn different ways, it isn't bringing world peace, it isn't touchy feely. Screw it, I'm going to go touch someone, in person.

Nothing

I don’t feel like communicating with the monkeys today. Well, there is two things. I’ve created another blog, but don’t bother to go look at it. I’m just using it to screw with while I’m trying to understand this new fucked up beta blogger and get it working right. Not having trouble with your blog? Well consider yourself lucky then, because for those that are it just never seems to fucking end.
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As you know, or will know sooner or later, this years White House Christmas Tree came from my area. Yup, they cut down one of Gods trees so that little so-called Christian asshat fuckwit could enjoy it. God is not happy about that, no sir, not at all. It was even on display in this town for a while so that the sick ones here could promote and drool over it. Fuck no I didn’t go look at it, it was a big dead tree on an 18 wheeler. Yup, the bastards killed it.
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The only enjoyment I could get out of this is if it fell on that stupid little warmongering fucker. Or if someone shoved it up his ass. If I where omnipotent like they think, I would do it myself. I wonder what happens to it when they are done with it.
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They should fucking plant a tree there !!!! Then they won’t be killing trees for no good reason. Won’t be causing all that pollution loading it and trucking it all that distance. Godfuckingdamnit idiots.
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Well, three things. Here is my Christmas wish list. World Peace…. Some nooky.
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John was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror tonight before this awards dinner and he asked his wife, "Honey, how many great men do you think there are in the world today?" "One less than you think," his wife replied.
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I went to plug something into the outlet near the kitchen sink and it was dead. My wife, who was at the counter said, "Yeah, that outlet stopped working today." I looked closely at it--it looked like it did yesterday, so I tapped it with the tip of my finger a few times. She giggled, "You are so lucky you are good in bed." I looked behind me to see who the hell she was talking to.
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So what are you doing at this blog? Why don’t you get a fucking life? Go hug a real person for christs sake. Peace and Hugs… BBC

Added to library

Some years ago I read a series of 24 books called “Wagons West” by Dana Fuller Ross and really enjoyed them. I’m not sure who Dana Fuller Ross is (not in Wikipedia either), I’ve heard that it is a pen name. Reminds me a lot of James Michener’s style. Yesterday on Yahoo Freecycle a lady offered the complete set so I went and picked them up. Maybe I will find time to read them again after I give up on the world and take an axe this computer. As an added bonus she also gave me a 10 book set that are add on’s to the Wagons West series that I haven’t read. Bless her little (big) heart. They live in a wonderful place out in the country with a big duck pond and a number of LARGE gentle dogs.
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I’m glad that there is so much free stuff on the Internet for us all to enjoy. Blogs, instant messaging, email, news, learning sites, research sites and think tanks, things like that.
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But damn it. I would be willing to pay a little to just keep some things the way they are unless I want to change them. These frigging programmers with their good drugs always dreaming up new features (and fucking up how they work) and ways of doing things and then shoving them down my throat just piss me off sometimes. I can’t post pictures the way I was because that feature isn’t available to me now, yet others are telling me that they still can. Beta is not better, those fuckwits have made nothing better for me. Grrrrrr.
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I pay a yearly fee (twenty bucks) to Yahoo for a bigger mailbox because I store so much there. And they don’t screw with me and make me change things. My mailbox still looks and acts the same as it has for years, and without ads. I would pay a yearly fee to have a blog like that also, instead of people thinking they are making everything more wonderful for me. Most of my software is old, I’m still using Office 79, it works for me, I don’t need newer ‘improved’ features, I just want to communicate with the fucking world.…. Make something I can use without there always being a learning curve. Make something right the first time and then stop fucking with it. I’ll pay a reasonable fee for that. Take your riches and go sit on a fucking beach and leave me alone, play with your fried minds in some other fashion…… Asshats. (PS… Thanks for the free blog Godfuckingdamnit
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I've never come across a good idea that I didn't steal. Here is one from Pam’s site. She is thirty-eight years old and listed 38 facts about herself. Any of you up to that?
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You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!' – Dave Barry
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The banquet was about to begin when the master of ceremonies was informed that the clergyman invited to give the blessing was unable to attend. He asked the main speaker if he would oblige, and the man agreed. He began, "There being no clergyman present, let us thank God."
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Spirituality is finding a purpose for being here, even if it is to get angry and bitch about how the world is.
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Hugs and Peace. BBC

This always gets to me

"She tells of a long life and we are but a small part, Our effect has caused her suffering, To Provide for us and future generations She needs our help, The Earth speaks softly and, We must listen." by Marsha McCarthy
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I’m touched, by a soul, every time I visit her site. I don’t know what she looks like, how old she is, many things like that. But that soul I see displayed there, it touches me.
Sam Gale
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Blah, those blogger folks are on really good drugs this weekend. They just keep screwing with things and making me change things I was happy with in the first place. Everyone likes to fuck wit God. I hadn’t gotten around to learning anymore than basic blog setup and now everything is changing. Gaaaa. Hey blogger, stop fucking wit God you, you asshats.
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Sunday, day of humor, if something here offends you, well, get a fucking sense of humor.
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Q: What's a Blonde's favorite nursery rhyme?
A: Hump-Me, Dump-Me!
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Q: What does an atheist say when she's having an orgasm?
A: "Darwin! Oh, Darwin!" (Actually, Darwin wasn’t an atheist)
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It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues. -Abraham Lincoln
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The banana loaf I was making was in the oven when my 16-year old son came into the kitchen where the family had gathered. "That bread smells about done, don't you think, Mom?" he asked. I told him I had set the timer and it was fine. A little later as he passed through the kitchen again, I heard, "Mom, I really think that loaf is done. I think you should check it." Always quick to my defense, our 13-year old daughter said, "Eddie, Mom's been burning that banana bread for 20 years now. I think she knows when to take it out."
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"Beer is God's way of telling us He loves us and wants us to be happy."-Ben Franklin
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A blonde girl walks into the Salon wearing a pair of headphones and asks for a haircut. The hair stylist looks and says, "You'll need to take off the headphones first." "If I take them off I'll die!" the girl exclaims. For a while the stylist struggles around the headphones but it's no use. Again she asks the girl to remove the headphones. "If I take them off I'll die!" the blonde responds again. The stylist continues trying to cut around the headphones, but to no avail, the frustration builds. She decides to take the headphones off for her, gently so the girl doesn't notice. Sure enough, as soon as the headphones are removed the blonde girl drops to the floor and dies. The stylist can't believe it. Amazed, he picks up the headphones and holds them up to his ears, and listens: "Breathe in....breathe out....breathe in...."
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Sorry ladies, the jokes are a little heavy toward women, I just use what comes at me. Feel free to put your men jokes in the comments, I love to laugh at us idiot men also.
Enough humor, lets do a little heavy stuff also.
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You bleeding hearts should just get over about what I said on a few blogs about aids. That is nature, that is life. Besides, aside from all your wonderful posts on the subject, just exactly how much money do you contribute toward combating aids? Not much if anything at all? Then just shut up because rhetoric and blog posts won’t bring a cure. Aids are the result of idiots, period, innocent children born with it are the result of idiots. And don’t whine to me about how poor you are and can’t give. Explain it to an aids free child dying under a tree from starvation. Bah, put your bleeding hearts in the right places, thirty thousand innocent people a day are dying of starvation also.
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A few rafters in Helen’s home split, up at the peak. I discovered that after she showed me a leak in her bathroom. I’m not sure if it was because of the recent wet snow load or the chimney cleaner going up there. Doesn’t matter, I’ve fixed them and added supports. Her roof isn’t like new trusses these days with supports in the span, there wasn’t one single support in that whole roof, the span went from the eve to the peak (and just 2X4’s). And it’s held up pretty well that way since at least the forty’s.
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I also discovered that only half of her ceilings are insulated, the south side of the house is. I’ve got insulation I had collected to do my next room with so I’m putting it in her place, I think that is more important. I may never do that next room anyway, on any given day I would just like to get dead and get off this stupid fucking planet so I can get some rest from worry and stress and monkeys that walk, talk, think stupid, fight wars, drive automobiles and fuck up relationships. (not saying I also haven’t)
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There is no freedom if it is only the freedom to agree.
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"I don’t feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from them. There were great numbers of people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves." -John Wayne (I’m really disappointed that he said such a thing)
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Screw the philosophers and philosophies of the past. They have been studied enough, and yes, they did have some good and wise things to say, that everyone promptly forgets. Besides, Socrates was a freak, move on, move on. Or they adopt things that they feel are to their advantage. I’m not interested in the past, but the future, I’m interested in helping develop the philosophies of the future. Yes, I have a strange way of doing it, so what?
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Too many people on this planet spend too much time mucking around in the monkey shit of the past and not enough time trying to figure out how to fix, create, the future. You’re a Christian? Ha, ha, umm, what are you doing here? Looking for something you couldn’t find there? If so, welcome, shut up and listen. Okay, share good jokes, and bring your own damn booze.
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LONDON (AP) - Humans will have to colonize planets in far-flung solar systems if the race is to survive, renowned physicist Stephen Hawking said in an interview Thursday as he was awarded a top honor. "The long-term survival of the human race is at risk as long as it is confined to a single planet," he said in a radio interview with the British Broadcasting Corp. "Sooner or later, disasters such as an asteroid collision or nuclear war could wipe us all out. But once we spread out into space and establish independent colonies, our future should be safe."
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Screw you Hawking, you are a theoretical physicist. While you have a valid point in a way, the most important thing to do is to fix this planet because she still has millions left in her if she is treated right. That kind of space colonization is still a ways in the future. You should be getting on people to fix this planet…. Now !!! At least he is concerned about global warming and urges that it be corrected. Fewer babies would help a lot, this planet has too many people on it, too many stupid ones, and too many stupid mentors. (Darwin addressed that pretty well also)
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Time to go see who I can piss off because I think at different levels than they do. Have a great Sunday everyone. Hugs and Peace. BBC

A mixture of stuff

It was a beautiful day yesterday, it warmed up and there was lots of sun, and a fair amount of snow melted. I didn’t get much done though, took Helen to the bank, went out on the spit for a bit, no wind so couldn’t fly one of my kites. Went to the library, bought some cell phone air time and cat food. Got my phone line off the ground but not properly back in place yet. Yadda, yadda.
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I went to the Friendship dinner last night because I had heard that they where having lasagna. I just went to eat because I like lasagna, the crew last night was a bit green and a cute blonde asked me if I would stay and help with the dishes. No problem, I have that down pat and can spray and run them though that little dish washer pretty damn fast and make it fun for everyone. A man on the crew came in after eating and was standing there so I asked him his name, he told me. I said (cheerfully of course) “I’m Bill, and I’m bossy, get those dishes in those racks put up so I can use them again.” He went right to work, they all appreciated having someone there that knew what they were doing. She made two to go containers for me to bring home, and drew little hearts on them, sweet. Took a picture of the group that did it but the focus wasn’t good so I’m not going to post it.
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Then I stopped at Beer Church on the way home and had two beers. I really don’t fit into Beer Church all that well, but one side of me does enjoy it when I’m in the mood. I’m not like most of them, they for the most part don’t get into politics, doing volunteer work, going to peace protests, donating to charities, don’t really care if the rest of the world is going to hell, yadda, yadda, things like that. Football there is big but I ignore it, they know better than to talk football to me. And some people seem to live there, is that a life?
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Some times I think I must be weird, I know that I'm complex and have many sides. But before we can define weird we have to define normal, has that been done yet?
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Blogger is being a snit today and I can’t post a picture but you can see it at Yahoo news. Well, I don’t see anything wrong with the label, let’s just say that I support artistic expression.
Yahoo News Beer Label
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Have you ever had sex with a married person? (No, I don’t expect you to answer) I haven’t even though a few ladies have invited me to. Maybe I should try that, for the sake of research ya know. Hell, I’ve turned down a lot of sex I could have had even though there was no real moral issues involved. Many women just don’t turn my crank, but the ones I though were sexy, maybe I should have had fun with them, it wouldn’t be anyone’s business but ours. Maybe I’m just stupid.
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Sewmouse emailed me a picture of herself. I think she should post it on her blog so that you can all see what an attractive woman she is. There must be some man in the Chicago area that isn’t a complete idiot and is looking for a woman like her.
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The psychiatrist was interviewing a first-time patient. "You say you're here," he inquired, "because your family is worried about your taste in socks?" "That's correct," muttered the patient. "I like wool socks." "But that's perfectly normal," replied the doctor. "Many people prefer wool socks to those made from cotton or acrylic. In fact, I myself like wool socks." "You DO?" exclaimed the man. "With oil and vinegar or just a squeeze of lemon?
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Love, Peace, Hugs. .. BBC

Gaaaaaa !!!

Blogger isn't working right this morning and I want to post a picture. So will do my post when things start working better. BBC

Beer Church (click on them to make bigger)