Glad you are back, Sonny! There are a lot of vivid memories for us. Jeanie became ten and I became eight in 1940. President Roosevelt's Pearl Harbor message was so etched into our minds. My brother, George, four and a half years younger, probably only remembers the post war years. The five additional Kegley kids born after George remember lilltle of the 40's although Jim and Mary Lou were born in the late decade. Dad (Forest E.) and mom (Mary eleanor),Ted, who was a heroic medic in Europe, Joan, Forest, Jr. (Bud) and Mary Lou are now deceased. Bud and I were non-combat veterans of cold war and Korean draft vintage.
That is why we older ones tend to the conservative side of today's politics. The USA had become a sleeping giant in regards to preparation for war. Our factories were certainly not in full production all over the country, but they quickly became active and women were making guns and goods for the active service people. Rationing for civilians occurred so as to support our troops overseas. Rubber was difficult to get from Indonesia, tin was tough to acquire to plate steel cans for food, etc.
I tutor young people today at Columbus State Community College. The ones I tutor, many are immigrants, have poor preparation from their earlier experiences, but most are eager to make the grades in a subject they dread in a large way. I am impressed that they too could rise to become proud of this country God has blessed above all others. The war and post war years of the forties and fifties had so much patriotism among us, anti Americanism was just not to be tolerated.
Tolerance and freedom were won through that war's efforts by Americans, but many subsequent wars have been more politically incited in my estimation. We would NOT have tolerated so many indignant foreigners during and immediately after that war.
I am so happy my sons avoided a draft, although lotteries were not as fair as the actual draft involving all able-bodied men. Women entered service later and have become so important in America's defense.
Ah, friend, you have brought a melancholy strand of thought. Brother George will love best the 1946 Hudson in the video. We had one about 1950. New cars were not becoming available so soon after the war. Dad loved the Hudson cars!
Thanks Mr. Hoskins!
Sam Kegley
Monday, August 8, 2011
Afternoon sex ... Funny, Clay!
The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon "quickie" with their
8-year old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony
with a Popsicle and tell him to report on all the neighborhood
activities.
He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation:
- "There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he shouted.
- "An ambulance just drove by!"
- "Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out.
- "Matt's riding a new bike!"
- "Looks like the Sanders are moving!"
- "Jason is on his skate board!"
- After a few moments he announced, "The Coopers are having sex!"
Startled, his mother and dad shot up in bed! Dad cautiously called out,
"How do you know they're having sex?"
"Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle.."
Thoughts to ponder ... thanks Dan Baird!
Thoughts to Ponder
Number 10
Life is sexually transmitted.
Number 9
Good health is merely the slowest possible
rate at which one can die.
Number 8
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny.
If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich ..
Number 7
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day,
teach a person to use the Internet and they won't
bother you for weeks.
Number 6
Some people are like a Slinky ...
not really good for anything, but you
still can't help but smile when
you shove them down the stairs.
Number 5
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,
lying in hospitals, dying of nothing.
Number 4
All of us could take a lesson from the weather.
It pays no attention to criticism.
Number 3
Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200.00,
and a substantial tax cut saves you $30.00?
Number 2
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird.
Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make
it normal.
And The Number 1 Thought
Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers;
what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
and as someone recently said to me:
"Don't worry about old age;
it doesn't last long."
Number 10
Life is sexually transmitted.
Number 9
Good health is merely the slowest possible
rate at which one can die.
Number 8
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny.
If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich ..
Number 7
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day,
teach a person to use the Internet and they won't
bother you for weeks.
Number 6
Some people are like a Slinky ...
not really good for anything, but you
still can't help but smile when
you shove them down the stairs.
Number 5
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,
lying in hospitals, dying of nothing.
Number 4
All of us could take a lesson from the weather.
It pays no attention to criticism.
Number 3
Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200.00,
and a substantial tax cut saves you $30.00?
Number 2
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird.
Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make
it normal.
And The Number 1 Thought
Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers;
what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
and as someone recently said to me:
"Don't worry about old age;
it doesn't last long."
Best Quotes ... Thanks Dan Baird!
Sometimes, when I look at my children, I say to myself,'Lillian, you should have remained a virgin.'
- Lillian Carter (mother of Jimmy Carter)
<><>
I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: - 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall.'
- Eleanor Roosevelt
<><>
Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement..
- Mark Twain
<><>
The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and to have the two as close together as possible
- George Burns
<><>
Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.
- Victor Borge
<><>
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
- Mark Twain
<><>
By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
- Socrates
<><>
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
- Groucho Marx
<><>
My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.
- Jimmy Durante
<><>
I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.
- Zsa Zsa Gabor
<><>
Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.
- Alex Levine
<><>
My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying.
- Rodney Dangerfield
<><>
Money can't buy you happiness .... But it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.
- Spike Milligan
<><>
Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was SHUT UP .
- Joe Namath
<><>
I don't feel old. I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.
- Bob Hope
<><>
I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it..
- W. C. Fields
<><>
We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.
- Will Rogers
<><>
Don't worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you.
- Winston Churchill
<><>
Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty .. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out..
- Phyllis Diller
<><>
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.
- Billy Crystal
And the cardiologist' s diet: - If it tastes good spit it out.
May your troubles be less, may your blessings be more, and may nothing but happiness come through your door
The truth about Dorothy ... Thanks Bob Looney!
From: Subject: The Truth About Dorothy
Is 70 years old.
Today, if Dorothy were to encounter Men with no brains, no hearts, and no courage -
She wouldn't be in Oz -
She'd be in Congress.
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Today, if Dorothy were to encounter Men with no brains, no hearts, and no courage -
She wouldn't be in Oz -
She'd be in Congress.
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2011 08 08 3:21 AM Thanks Bob Looney!
2011-08-08 03:21 AM
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds and what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship..
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels
Turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is..... Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads.... The elders remove their crowns.... And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters.. Forget stock markets and school reports.... Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy... . All that mattered, matters no more... For Christ has come.
Please let me know the exact time you read this.. It is mystical--honest.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
I responded: 'Lord please; take care of my family, my friends, the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much'.
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its end.
This message works on the day you receive it.
To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was impressed with its timing. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
Pass it on to 20 of your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY. SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR.
SOMEONE WILL CALL YOU BY PHONE OR WILL SPEAK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE WAITING TO HEAR. DO NOT BREAK THIS EMAIL. SEND IT TO A MINIMUM OF 4 PEOPLE.
Put the Date and Time in the ' Subject' area when you read it.
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You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds and what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship..
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels
Turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is..... Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads.... The elders remove their crowns.... And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters.. Forget stock markets and school reports.... Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy... . All that mattered, matters no more... For Christ has come.
Please let me know the exact time you read this.. It is mystical--honest.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
I responded: 'Lord please; take care of my family, my friends, the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much'.
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its end.
This message works on the day you receive it.
To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was impressed with its timing. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
Pass it on to 20 of your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY. SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR.
SOMEONE WILL CALL YOU BY PHONE OR WILL SPEAK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE WAITING TO HEAR. DO NOT BREAK THIS EMAIL. SEND IT TO A MINIMUM OF 4 PEOPLE.
Put the Date and Time in the ' Subject' area when you read it.
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Sunday, August 7, 2011
About profanity ... From friend, Dawood Kahn
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Acceptance, Atheism, Christianity, FUCK YOU, fucking morons, Intolerable Fucks!!!, Intolerance, islam, STFUC!!!, tolerance
Atheists, Christians and Muslims
In Awesome, culture, Holidays, Humor, Introduction, islam, Religion, Spirituality, Stupidity, thinking out loud, Useful Information on July 28, 2011 at 4:42 pm
Learn to live with each other and accept each other or please just shut the fuck up! As a person who thinks all of your belief systems or lackthereof is mere fantasy, scifi mumbo jumbo, I could care less which of you wins in the end.
As long as you leave me the fuck alone and let me live my life they way I see fit. I don’t care how you do or do not worship. Nor do I care how pathetically hypocritical you each live your beliefs and lives.
I’m a fairly vocal individual about my beliefs. I’ve rarely had anyone challenge me or attempt to do me harm because of them. I’ve argued/debated with Muslims, Atheists, Christians, Mormons, Buddhists and a Zoroastrian or two. Though, I’ve never had a Jehovah’s Witness with the balls to stick around and discuss religion with me.
Where the fuck is all of this discrimination?
Maybe I’m just a dickhead who scares the shit out of people. Fuck, I don’t know. I’ve just never had anyone come at me and tell me that since I do not believe as they do that I can’t have this job or join in on this outing or this party or what have you. If they did, they’d feel my dissatisfaction immediately.
I don’t remember a situation in school where my beliefs really mattered for shit. We didn’t pray in school. When I was 5-12 in Elementary School, I vaguely remember reciting the Pledge of Allegiance out loud. Can’t remember when it stopped. I didn’t give a fuck about it. Though, sometimes, it made me feel proudly patriotic and gave me a good positive vibe for the rest of the day. I stood up and looked at all the cute girls around me and attempted to stifle yawns and keep the snot from rolling out of my nose and down my chin as I mouthed the words.
Where the fuck do all of these things happen?
Was I just lucky?
We had Black, White and Asian classmates at Franklin Elementary School. We had a kid named Israel and I thought it was a cool name because of it’s Biblical associations. Had a Black Girl named Jerry Butler. She had a guys name and we sometimes teased her because of it. We had a guy named Stacy and we teased him because he had a girls name. We had a girl who always had boogers hanging from her nose and she liked to pick them and eat them. We had two really cute girls who were all the rave. We had one guy who smelled like poop whom we called “Poopy Pants Jones.” We had one gal who had buck teeth at whom we sometimes yelled “Barbara Ward…phuh phuh…Bugs Bunny….phuh phuh!!!” (She grew up to be quite pretty, if I remember correctly. Though, I’ve not seen most of these people in over two decades.)
We had a couple of girls and boys who were extremely bright and whom everyone always thought would go places….some did and one went exactly weird but followed his own path and is doing quite well.
I was a solitary little fucker who had enough friends but didn’t really study hard and was shy as ten motherfuckers so I wouldn’t participate in much because it freaked me out. I’m sure there were a few people like me. I’d do just well enough to get along and for people to leave me alone.
Most of us experienced a bully or two or a situation that was embarrassing or two or three or four experiences of that sort.
Shit like that. Normal fuckin’ life situations.
None of us filed a fucking lawsuit. None of us committed suicide. None of us brought a fuckin’ gun to school and started shooting motherfucker’s whom we didn’t like or who had bullied us. Though, now that I’m 210lbs and 6′ and can bench most than most fucks my age, there is one guy whom I’d like to go back and bitch slap. Just for old times sake.
And I came from a family with an Alcoholic father. I moved something like 40 fuckin’ times from birth to HS grad. Damn near half of the kids from my youth had family problems ranging from abusive fathers to absentee parents to drunken alcoholic fathers. We didn’t kill our teachers because of it or go postal or whine for two decades about it. We drove the fuck on!
I still do not recall a single instance of anyone giving a fuck if I were an atheist or a Christian or a fuckin’ Muslim. Though, I do recall one Muslim family at Barrett Middle School or Ballard HS. I think they were immigrants from Indonesia. And I thought they were vaguely interesting and exotic because of their religion. I’ve always thought that Jehovah’s Witnesses were strange. All secretive and whatnot. But I didn’t unfriend Sam when I learned that he was one. Hell, I grew up Pentecostle. You want to talk about fuckin’ strange. Folks runnin’ up and down the aisle like they’re possessed. Yelling in fake languages. “Hikama Hakama…seekama sockama! YOU”RE HEALED!!!”
Jimmy Swaggert bopped my head so hard “healing” me that I thought it was gonna pop off and roll down the aisle like a bowlin’ ball.
When I lived in Atlanta for a few months one year. I think when I was 13 or 14, we moved into a place that had boatloads (pun intended) of immigrants from all over. We had Hindus, Muslims and fuckin’ everything else.
I don’t recall anyone really giving a fuck about anyone’s religion.
Why, over the past two decades, when we’re supposed to be such a fuckin’ tolerant goddamn society has this become such an issue?
It seems to me that people just want to feel special. So instead of just sucking it up when they say the Pledge of Allegiance and assigning their own meaning to “God” or saying “one Nation,……., indivisible”….now they want everyone to know and acknowledge that they’re fuckin’ special and that they believe or don’t believe this or that.
Who gives a fuck?
Suck it up.
A Manger scene at a Fire Station. I pass one up and I think; “Fuck! It’s already Christmas!” I don’t think; “Those fucking CHRISTIANS! They can’t get away with this! I’m filing a goddamn motherfuckin’ goddamn law suit!”
FUCK ME!
TOLERANCE MY ASS!!!!
INTOLERANCE IS WHAT THIS SHIT IS ALL ABOUT!
These fucks want everyone else to “tolerate” them as they go out of their way to be intolerable to everyone else.
FUCK ALL OF THESE BASTARdS!!!
MERRY FUCK YOU! ONE AND ALL!!!!
HAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH
God damn that felt good…
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It matters to me what you thinkof me, Dave. I know you have had experiences far beyond what most any of us will ever know about the Middle East. i hope you write your book(s), but clean up the language a bit- quite a bit!
Luv u bro.!
SamKat
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SamKat
28 July 2011 at 4pm SAM! That’s why I put the warning.
I’m polite when I’m around you Sam. I don’t use profanity. In everyday life, though, I’m one profane individual. I can light your ears on fire.
Sometimes, the only way to get the point across clearly is to make it heard. And that takes a bit of profanity at times.
Love ya Sam
Dave
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Learn to live with each other and accept each other or please just shut the fuck up! As a person who thinks all of your belief systems or lackthereof is mere fantasy, scifi mumbo jumbo, I could care less which of you wins in the end.
As long as you leave me the fuck alone and let me live my life they way I see fit. I don’t care how you do or do not worship. Nor do I care how pathetically hypocritical you each live your beliefs and lives.
I’m a fairly vocal individual about my beliefs. I’ve rarely had anyone challenge me or attempt to do me harm because of them. I’ve argued/debated with Muslims, Atheists, Christians, Mormons, Buddhists and a Zoroastrian or two. Though, I’ve never had a Jehovah’s Witness with the balls to stick around and discuss religion with me.
Where the fuck is all of this discrimination?
Maybe I’m just a dickhead who scares the shit out of people. Fuck, I don’t know. I’ve just never had anyone come at me and tell me that since I do not believe as they do that I can’t have this job or join in on this outing or this party or what have you. If they did, they’d feel my dissatisfaction immediately.
I don’t remember a situation in school where my beliefs really mattered for shit. We didn’t pray in school. When I was 5-12 in Elementary School, I vaguely remember reciting the Pledge of Allegiance out loud. Can’t remember when it stopped. I didn’t give a fuck about it. Though, sometimes, it made me feel proudly patriotic and gave me a good positive vibe for the rest of the day. I stood up and looked at all the cute girls around me and attempted to stifle yawns and keep the snot from rolling out of my nose and down my chin as I mouthed the words.
Where the fuck do all of these things happen?
Was I just lucky?
We had Black, White and Asian classmates at Franklin Elementary School. We had a kid named Israel and I thought it was a cool name because of it’s Biblical associations. Had a Black Girl named Jerry Butler. She had a guys name and we sometimes teased her because of it. We had a guy named Stacy and we teased him because he had a girls name. We had a girl who always had boogers hanging from her nose and she liked to pick them and eat them. We had two really cute girls who were all the rave. We had one guy who smelled like poop whom we called “Poopy Pants Jones.” We had one gal who had buck teeth at whom we sometimes yelled “Barbara Ward…phuh phuh…Bugs Bunny….phuh phuh!!!” (She grew up to be quite pretty, if I remember correctly. Though, I’ve not seen most of these people in over two decades.)
We had a couple of girls and boys who were extremely bright and whom everyone always thought would go places….some did and one went exactly weird but followed his own path and is doing quite well.
I was a solitary little fucker who had enough friends but didn’t really study hard and was shy as ten motherfuckers so I wouldn’t participate in much because it freaked me out. I’m sure there were a few people like me. I’d do just well enough to get along and for people to leave me alone.
Most of us experienced a bully or two or a situation that was embarrassing or two or three or four experiences of that sort.
Shit like that. Normal fuckin’ life situations.
None of us filed a fucking lawsuit. None of us committed suicide. None of us brought a fuckin’ gun to school and started shooting motherfucker’s whom we didn’t like or who had bullied us. Though, now that I’m 210lbs and 6′ and can bench most than most fucks my age, there is one guy whom I’d like to go back and bitch slap. Just for old times sake.
And I came from a family with an Alcoholic father. I moved something like 40 fuckin’ times from birth to HS grad. Damn near half of the kids from my youth had family problems ranging from abusive fathers to absentee parents to drunken alcoholic fathers. We didn’t kill our teachers because of it or go postal or whine for two decades about it. We drove the fuck on!
I still do not recall a single instance of anyone giving a fuck if I were an atheist or a Christian or a fuckin’ Muslim. Though, I do recall one Muslim family at Barrett Middle School or Ballard HS. I think they were immigrants from Indonesia. And I thought they were vaguely interesting and exotic because of their religion. I’ve always thought that Jehovah’s Witnesses were strange. All secretive and whatnot. But I didn’t unfriend Sam when I learned that he was one. Hell, I grew up Pentecostle. You want to talk about fuckin’ strange. Folks runnin’ up and down the aisle like they’re possessed. Yelling in fake languages. “Hikama Hakama…seekama sockama! YOU”RE HEALED!!!”
Jimmy Swaggert bopped my head so hard “healing” me that I thought it was gonna pop off and roll down the aisle like a bowlin’ ball.
When I lived in Atlanta for a few months one year. I think when I was 13 or 14, we moved into a place that had boatloads (pun intended) of immigrants from all over. We had Hindus, Muslims and fuckin’ everything else.
I don’t recall anyone really giving a fuck about anyone’s religion.
Why, over the past two decades, when we’re supposed to be such a fuckin’ tolerant goddamn society has this become such an issue?
It seems to me that people just want to feel special. So instead of just sucking it up when they say the Pledge of Allegiance and assigning their own meaning to “God” or saying “one Nation,……., indivisible”….now they want everyone to know and acknowledge that they’re fuckin’ special and that they believe or don’t believe this or that.
Who gives a fuck?
Suck it up.
A Manger scene at a Fire Station. I pass one up and I think; “Fuck! It’s already Christmas!” I don’t think; “Those fucking CHRISTIANS! They can’t get away with this! I’m filing a goddamn motherfuckin’ goddamn law suit!”
FUCK ME!
TOLERANCE MY ASS!!!!
INTOLERANCE IS WHAT THIS SHIT IS ALL ABOUT!
These fucks want everyone else to “tolerate” them as they go out of their way to be intolerable to everyone else.
FUCK ALL OF THESE BASTARdS!!!
MERRY FUCK YOU! ONE AND ALL!!!!
HAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH
God damn that felt good…
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It matters to me what you thinkof me, Dave. I know you have had experiences far beyond what most any of us will ever know about the Middle East. i hope you write your book(s), but clean up the language a bit- quite a bit!
Luv u bro.!
SamKat
Reply
SamKat
28 July 2011 at 4pm SAM! That’s why I put the warning.
I’m polite when I’m around you Sam. I don’t use profanity. In everyday life, though, I’m one profane individual. I can light your ears on fire.
Sometimes, the only way to get the point across clearly is to make it heard. And that takes a bit of profanity at times.
Love ya Sam
Dave
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Political Asylum
The World of a Libertarian named Kilgore
Religion
In the Name of Towlie: Most High, Most Stoned
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