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C'mon in for a drink and some chatter !!!

OMG it was 83 here yesterday ! Yeah Baby

I'd like a blood with a shot of garlic

VAMPIRES are ALLERGIC to GARLIC, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!! LMAO

[i]It's almost the weekend BABY !!!!

Well maybe this vampire likes to live dangerously. I'm well very allergic to silver stakes

Living dangerously , Man that's darnrite SUICIDAL!!! But seriously I love GARLIC.

I'm not THAT suicidal, but hey a shot of garlic every now and then helps to keep the priorities straight

Well I think we should open another topic. How about naming it Q&A? There we can ask questions about eachother and get to know eachother in that way??

that sounds pretty cool. lets just hope nobody runs out of questions!

Wish I was a dragon, like Storm. Now I'm a bloody dog.

DRAGON, ????????

Yes my Chinese star/year sign

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, OMG i'm a cock ! Oops i mean rooster.

OMW!! There's a COCK-a-doodle-doo in our forum!!

hahaha! LOLX.

Just 4 U Wolverine.

Black Widow.

I have a finger and know how to use it

So what happens if a Vampire drinks BLOOD??

It grows stronger!!!

What happens if a Werewolf drinks blood??

It gets drunk

OH, I'm hurt.













Just Kidding !

Awwwwwwww sowi Black Widow

Let me make it better.....

Ag I meant...

Hmmmmmmmm, is it your dry sense of humor or sick sense of humor????

Take time to stop & smell the roses !!! , Jazmin



Read Slowly



Jack took a long look at his speedometer

before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone.

Fourth time in as many months.

How could a guy get caught so often?


When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour,

Jack pulled over, but only partially.

Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.

Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.

The cop was stepping out of his car,

the big pad in hand.

Bob? Bob from Church?

Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.

This was worse than the coming ticket.

A cop catching a guy from his own church.

A guy who happened to be a little eager

to get home after a long day at the office.

A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.


Jumping out of the car,

he approached a man he saw every Sunday,

a man he'd never seen in uniform.

'Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.'


'Hello, Jack.' No smile.

'Guess you caught me red-handed

in a rush to see my wife and kids.'

'Yeah, I guess.' Bob seemed uncertain.

Good.

'I've seen some long days at the office lately.

I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once.'

Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.

'Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight.

Know what I mean?'

'I know what you mean.

I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct .'

Ouch.

This was not going in the right direction.

Time to change tactics.

'What'd you clock me at?'

Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?'

'Now wait a minute here, Bob.

I checked as soon as I saw you.

I was barely nudging 65.'

The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

Please, Jack, in the car.

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.

Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard.

He was in no rush to open the window.



The minutes ticked by.

Bob scribbled away on the pad.

Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason,

it would be a month of Sundays

before Jack ever sat near this cop again.



A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.

There was Bob, a folded paper in hand

Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches,

just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.


'Thanks.'

Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word.

Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.

Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.

How much was this one going to cost?


Wait a minute.

What was this? Some kind of joke?

Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:




'Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter.

She was six when killed by a car.

You guessed it - a speeding driver.

A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.

Free to hug his daughters, all three of them.

I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven

before I can ever hug her again.



A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man.

A thousand times I thought I had.

Maybe I did, but I need to do it again.

Even now.

Pray for me.

And be careful, Jack,

my son is all I have left.'



'Bob'


Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car

pull away and head down the road.

Jack watched until it disappeared.

A full 15 minutes later, he too,

pulled away and drove slowly home,

praying for forgiveness and

hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.



Life is precious.

Handle with care.

This is an important message;

please pass it along to your friends.

Drive safely and carefully.

Remember, cars are not the only things

recalled by their maker.


Funny how you can send a thousand jokes

through e-mail and they spread like wildfire,

but when you start sending messages

regarding the sanctity of life,

people think twice about sharing.



Funny how when you go to forward this message,

you will not send it to many on your address list

because you're not sure what they believe,

or what they will think of you

for sending it to them.



Pass this on,

you may save a life.

Maybe not,

but we'll never know if we don't try.



May today there be peace within you.

May you trust God

that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

'I believe that friends are quiet angels

who lift us to our feet

when our wings

have trouble remembering how to fly.'



The life you save may be ...



Your own child or grandchild.


, Jazmin

how about a bloody mary for me

Hmmmmmmmmmm, what happened to Beer?

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives us a second chance.

I've learned that we shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. We need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did.

FRIENDSHIP CANDLE

NOTICE AT THE END,
THE DATE THIS CANDLE WAS STARTED.
GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.


I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable --
angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do

*********************

This is to all of you who
mean something to me,
I pray for your happiness.