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Who's the lady in Michael Jackson's life? "Lay Back In My Tenderness, Let's Make This A Night We Won't Forget!" By "Who's the lady in Michael Jackson's life?" I mean who is the song Lady In My Life for.

mj fans don't you love the way MJ sang lady in my life? omg i do he sound so good in that song when i hear that song i just have to play it back over and over i love when he say Lay Back In My Tenderness Let's Make This A Night We Won't Forget Girl, I Need Your Sweet Caress (ooh) Reach Out To A Fantasy Two Hearts In The Beat Of Ecstasy Come To Me, Girl i love that part omg whats your fav part of the song? joan!!! omg i forgot about that one i love that!!! im finna find it on youtube! and katie im annoyed the mj fam is driving me crazy i dont think i feel comfortable on here anymore yes sexiest avatar i know what you mean

When you hear a Bob Dylan song, what year does it take you back to? I am usually taken back to the seventies Lay Lady Lay reminds me of a certain man in my life! He is still in my life............."he just doesn't know how much I care about him"

Poll: Ladies, do you like laid back guys or loud guys? The women that are generally attracted to me are very loud and expressive, I on the other hand tend to be on the quiet, laid back side. My philosophy on life can be summed up in this simple verse. "Beautiful is the day spent doing nothing, and rest after wards." -A spanish proverb

O.K. Ladies this one is for you I need some advice.? I am 43 was married for 13 years have been divorced for 7. I haven't dated alot in the last 7 years to busy with kids and work. Now the kids are older don't need dad as much. I started dating this lady a while back and we have know each other for years. My problem is this my sex life while married was always straight up sex not much varation wife was just that way. Others I have dated were diffrent but not that much. This lady is way diffrent not the mild laid back lady in the bedroom that you would have thought she would be. What are some thing I can do for her that are a bit out of the ordinary. She made the comment that anything was OK as long as no pain was involved. I need to know what are some things that I could do. I know 43 and asking this I come from a very religous and strict family. Just wasn't something you discussed with anyone. Help!!!!

Why can't I keep & make female friends in my life? What am I doing wrong? help? Why can't I make female friends? This has always been a problem for me my whole life. Even women in my family dont seem to like me. I always get mean-mugged at family functions by the women. I feel like they are jealous sometimes because Im 20 years old. In college. no kids. A good loving boyfriend. Have a job. And my own car. Im pretty. smart. humorous. And spontaneous. All my girlfriends I used to have they stop contacting me out of the blue. And recently every female I've tried to make a connection with, they never call me, invite me to go out, & even when I try to go out with them they always have something else to do. Its like I get avoided, So I just stop calling. I have this one female friend that I met a year ago & she only texts me on the phone & we only talk about once a month. She never wants to hang out with me either, she has excuses too. She even told me one day that she dont like going out with me cause Im prettier than her & I make her feel ugly. WTF> What is wrong with me? I think Im a nice fun laid back person, why are the ladies intimidated by me? Why does every other woman have homegirls & I don't? I feel lonely somtimes, although I have my boyfriend. I always hang with my man, because its sad to say, but he's my only real friend. Sometimes I want to go out with the girls too. I want some women to chat with, talk about girl stuff, guys, fashion, go shopping, & things like that. I do everything alone or with my man. Why do females avoid me? Could it be jealousy? could it be me? thanks hun. even at my college its hard to make friends...women look at me stupid if I try to socialize with them.

Was this lady trying to make me jealous and why? Ok, so theres this lady i met like in the beginning of july. My grandma told me she knew her a little bit and that she had a daughter and i should introduce myself to her (the lady). So I did one day. The lady was telling about how her and her daughter were christians and how they go to church and bible study all the time, and that her daughter is getting ready to go to college and stuff like that. So like a couple weeks later, the lady invited me over her house, her daughter wasnt there at the time though. We were talking, i thought she was a very nice lady and stuff, she was talking about how she used to see me when i was younger (im 17 now) and how she used my mom and dad, and she talked about her daughters bf and how smart both of them were and stuff, i thought she was really nice, i really liked her. I finally met her daughter, her daughter wasnt what i expected her to be, she seemed like just a normal teenager to me, not this extraordinary person her mom wanted me to believe, but i really liked the girl she was cool and laid back. So anyway last night, i went over the ladys house again, we were watching this micheal jackson thing that came on tv, and she kept talking about how ugly and weird he looked, and how she didnt liek how janet jackson looked and stuff like that. And she kept talking about how ugly this guy who she thought was my grandpa is, and talked about how he tryed to get with her. Then I asked her how her daughter got to grow her hair so long, then she said it was just natural and effortless for her, she said it like in a way letting me know that i couldnt achieve that hair (I know i can though). Then she started talking about all this stuff her daughter has and what she does and stuff like that, trying to make it seem like they both just have like a perfect relationship and a perfect life. Then she started talking about how her daughters in shape, and talking about this lady on tv about how shes so chunky and she used to be pretty when she was skinny. And then she said that she used to be in real good shape, but not shes wears a 7 in jeans...like thats suppose to be fat to her. Then she looks at my legs and doesnt say anything...i wear a 9/10 in jeans. Then i said, well there are alot of thick curvy girls (not fat) that are beautiful and their bodies are look amazing too, and she just looked at me. Whats her problem?

People talking negative about us, so he wants to lay low !? I'm curious, so I'mdating this man lets just say there's a 12 age gap. I'm 20 hes 32 ! we been talking for very long time now. everything is perfect with me and him and were always happy together. he includes me in everything he does. well my mom has a problem with the age, and so does this other lady. i went back and told my man what was going on , how negative they were talking saying, "o0h what does this man see in you , hes a perv for dating a girl so young" he gonna poison your brain and ruin your life" he seems to be upset and has decided to lay low, until im able to move out and live with him !! but hes also decided to call , and visit like he does but not as much , hence he doesn't want to cause any more confuse-ment then he has already!! its gonna be hard cause i really care about him , idk why he should care what others think , or w-e !!!! i just don't know if anything good will come out of this !? should i just be patient and think positive? BTW- this man has been such a positive influence in my life. helping me in all areas . never turning his back on me !! so idk why people have to be so negative !!!

Will we get back together or should I move on with my life? Me and the mother of my kids 2 and 2 months broke up about two months ago because i guess we were young when we settled down 17 & i was 19 but late shes been acting like a b**** because i don't watch our kids every-time she wants me to she disrespects me, called me lil d***, and a bum cause i lost my job (got laid off)and cant help her as much i pay daycare $200 a month and she wants me to give her like 2 to 3 hundred a month with no job mind you it was her decision to break up in the first place now shes miserable cause shes not happy with her stomach and skin and scared to date I guess i seen a text message when i was over visiting my kids from a guy it came through when i walked pass saying good morning Beautiful she say it was a friend "yeah right" but im still in love with her and sometimes toss and turn at night cause i miss her and want her back after i found that out i recently meet a young lady that im interested in but not trying to get in nothing serious cause i still love my x. What should I do?

What does my dream mean? Last night, I dreamed I was a prince on a white horse, galloping through an enchanted forest protected by a witch's magic. I met the witch's fair daughter and we instantly fell in love. We rode out of the forest, with the witch hot on our heels. But as long as I had my horse, we were unharmed by the witch's magic. It was a long chase. Suddenly, my horse sprouted wings and took off, taking us high up into the sky. Just when we thought we had outsmarted the witch, a thunderbolt struck us, injuring my horse's wing. We fell to the earth, and she snatched my lady-love from me. I searched for her frantically and battled the witch to the death. When she saw that I was losing my foothold, my lady-love intervened for me and she was killed by the witch. She died for me. Then, along came my horse. She lay down beside my lady-love and she talked, telling me to cut open her chest and take her heart which I did. When she died, my lady-love came back to life. And right beside her was an enchantress who turned out to be my lady-love's birth mother. Then, I took my bride to my kingdom, and there, we lived happily ever after.

why is my wife so high strung about everything in life? I'm an extremely laid back guy... if things are not going right, i get stressed like any other normal person... but i know how to put things aside and look at the big picture and realise that the less then ideal situation will not kill me... my wife on the other hand, will take a mostly positive situation and turn it into a life threatening ordeal! where everything is always wrong and never will be right. I know a lot of you will tell me I have to try and help her by reassuring her that things are ok. but that makes her even more jittery... because I "think everything will be ok...." or I "don't take anything seriously" and I "need to grow up and realize things like an adult would" Its frustrating. I want to help my wife so much and I continually try and stand by her. But she NEVER realizes this. this is also a product of her anxiety. she just so jumpy. I had off from work today and the house was soooo peaceful, I cleaned, cooked and made sure she had a peaceful home to come home to... she gets home and it like she looks for things to stress her out... its like she doesn't want to be happy any advise of any form would be great. I'd especially would like to hear from the married ladies.

My little sister turning 16!!! birthday ideas? My little sister will be turning 16 in July. I live out of the country right now but would still like to do something nice for her. She is kinda quiet and laid back. I was thinking of throwing her some party but I don't know if that would be her speed. So maybe something intimate with 3 or 4 friends to celebrate with her. So please give me your ideas on what I can set up for her. I am willing to pay for all expenses including her friends. She also lives in the san diego area so if you know of places to go. Limos, spas, resturants, would be great. So please help me on a great sweet 16 for her. I just want to do something special because I know my mother will not. a turning 16 is an important milestone in a young lady life. Thanks

Lol, Michael Jackson wasn't naive as ya'll think he is? I was on a Michael Jackson forum, scrolling through the topics until I saw something that caught my eye. It was a topic discussing the lyrics of his songs, and I saw a member posting the lyrics to his song, abouting it being sexual. I read the lyrics and I realized that Michael wasn't naive about sex as people say that he was. Read his lyrics from "Superfly Sister": "He wanna do something keen to you He wanna wrap his arms all around you girl He wanna shake it up shake it down Doing it right He wanna jump back half flap doing it right He wanna lay you down Turn it up Kicking it loose He wanna fly high nigh high Baby for you'se He wanna motormouth Float around Baby the back He wanna shake it up shake it down Moving round ha ha" - "Break of Dawn": "Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You and me, makin' love all the way through another night I remember you and I walking through the park at night Kiss and touch, nothing much, let it blow just touch and go Love me more, never leave me alone by house of love People talk, people say what we have is just a game Oh, I'll never let you go, come here girl Just got to make sweet love 'til the break of dawn" "Hold my hand, feel the sweat, yes you've got me nervous yet Let me groove, let me soothe, let me take you on a cruise" - "Don't Stop 'Til You Enough": "Touch me and I feel on fire Ain't nothin' like a love desire (ooh) I'm melting (I'm melting) like hot candle wax Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we're at (ooh) So let love take us through the hours I won't be complanin' 'Cause this is love power (ooh)" And the chorus. xD - "Lady In My Life": "So Listen To My Heart Lay Your Body Close To Mine Let Me Fill You With My Dreams I Can Make You Feel Alright" "Lay Back In My Tenderness Let's Make This A Night We Won't Forget Girl, I Need Your Sweet Caress Reach Out To A Fantasy Two Hearts In The Beat Of Ecstasy Come To Me, Girl" - "Rock With You": "Girl, close your eyes Let that rhythm get into you Don't try to fight it There ain't nothing that you can do Relax your mind Lay back and groove with mine You gotta feel that heat And we can ride the boogie Share that beat of love" And the chorus, haha. - And last, but not least, "In The Closet": "It's just a feeling, you have to soothe it You can't neglect it, you can't abuse it It's just desire, you cannot waste it Then, if you want it, then, won't you taste it" "'Cause if it's aching, you have to rub it" "Don't say to me, you'll never tell Touch me there, make the move Cast the spell" LOL, I KNEW it! I KNEW that Michael wasn't all about being "Peter Pan" after all. Haha, so what do you think? Bandit: What are you talking about? o.o MJ ♥: I've just realized that you've asked a similiar question to this. I was actually on a forum and I wanted to share it with people on here. Sorry love. <3 I know that I didn't list some of his songs that had sexual undertones in them, but I only wanted to list a few of them because my details would be too long.

How should I handle the divorce process involving my twins? Here is my situation: I'm married to a young lady for now over two years. We are separated and I don't want to get back together anymore. She's has some issues mainly a Drama Queen. I'm laid back, but I handle business when it comes to the home and our children. I am thinking about filing for a divorce. Right now, she won't allow me to see the children. The main reason why I'm divorcing her is that she's not happy with me and I'm not happy with her. I think we both have been holding on for the kids. At least I have. I wanted them to come up in a home where they could see and feel the importance of family. My wife is not allowing that. I just want to divorce and get joint custody of my children. I miss them so much and pray everyday that I will see them again soon. I'm a good father and provider. I will spend or do anything for them. It's not about the money. I just want to be in their life as a father, leader, and friend. They are my best investment I have ever made.

Life, a wonderful adventure!? In 1961 I had the following experience which is as clear to me today as if it happened yesterday. My brother & I were riding our motorcycles near where I live today. An elderly lady suddenly ran onto the road in front of us causing us both to swerve & brake hard to avoid hitting her. Our motorcycles touched as my front wheel caught on his rear footrest which was down. This should have resulted in my bike being flipped up in the air with me still on it but something remarkable happened to me instead. My bike & my body were thrown into the air but I wasn't!!! The whole incident happened in slow motion in a clarity of vision I have never experienced since. I could see my brother kneeling by my body which lay on it's back on the tarmac some 10 feet away in front of where 'I' was. I felt a joy & elation of freedom that I cannot describe. The happiness I was feeling that my physical body was only a vehicle for the real me was overwhelming. I could clearly see & hear everything, including thoughts, as people began to gather around the scene. It was then I felt an unseen presence of someone by my side who wanted me to look at my brother. I did so & immediately became overcome by the awful intense sorrow he was feeling because he thought I was dead as did the people in the crowd gathered around. I desperately wanted him to know that I was ok. That is the moment that I was suddenly back in my physical body and I spoke to my brother. There was a loud gasp of astonishment from the people standing around watching. The realization that my true being is a spirit or soul that is entirely separate from the physical body has been the foremost influence on my life & thinking ever since. I have been fortunate in my life to have had many wonderful experiences of the true nature & purpose of life. Life is a wonderful miraculous adventure, to be lived & experienced that we may evolve. It is perfectly natural that someone without experience or interaction with those who have died to dismiss such things as fantasy. In time they will discover the truth for themselves.

Hey ladies, is my ex-girlfriend trying to get back together with me? Long story short:my girlfriend and I broke up because she wanted to take a break because she was busy, and I told her that we weren't getting back together and it was over. About a month ago, my exgirlfriend and I got into a huge fight (we had been broken up about a month with hopes of getting back together), and we agreed that it's best that we just be friends. Well, last night she texted me asking if I had found my cap I had been looking for. She asked if I checked my hat crate, and I told her I was impressed with her memory. Then she begins this whole "I still remember everything about you..." and she starts naming off EVERYTHING she remembers about me. So I did the same in return, and I began naming off everything I remember about her. Then she says "you're a good, smart guy. And I really am sorry for everything. I feel like tonight has been our best so far and I like it. Im glad we can be friends." Then we talked about what's happening in each other's lives, and I told her I was proud of her and she admitted to crying after I complemented her. Then she said "I was thinking about you the other day and how I miss having you as a friend. This time last year we talked all the time, just as friends, laid back. And when I was thinking, I was like, I miss it because he really does know me like a best friend." I just said I agreed, and she asked "talk to you tomorrow?" I said "sure thing," and she sent me "Goodnight:)" I am so confused if she is trying to get back together with me, or if she is just trying to be friendly?

I am terrified of myself, should I go back? I honestly do not know what to do anymore. I am having a hard time in my life and I am not sure what to do. I suffer from Bipolar disorder and I am on 25mgs of Limictal as a mood stabilizer. During the day I am numb and feel no emotions what so ever, literally I feel nothing. The only way to describe it is when someone feels indifferent about something, it is that feeling about everything, during the day I could careless about anything, I do my job and that is it. At night when the medication wears off I am extremely depressed and a lot times suicidal. This has been going on for about two weeks. I have started to make a plan and there have been nights where I have wanted to act upon it, but instead a few of times I have called the suicide hot line and they have helped. I know that each time that I have called I have spoken to the same lady. The one time a different person answer and he figured out by my phone number where I am, he knows what college I am at, all that he does not know is what building that I am in and I am sure that if he wanted to he could find that out and then after talking with him for a while she came in to work and he put me on the phone with her. So now everyone at the crisis centre knows where I am at. The lady that I have been talking to has asked me countless times whether or not I wanted to go to the hospital, it went from a solid no, to an I do not know, and now I am at the point where I am seriously thinking about going in. I was in about two months ago for 5 days, and I lied my way out last time and after being out for a while I felt better and now I do not know how I feel, I have not taken my medication yet today, and I typically take it at 6:30 every morning, but I have not even got out of bed yet and I have been awake for about 5 hours now. I just do not feel the motivation to get off the top bunk and go and get it. I just want to lay her and fall asleep and not wake back up. I do not know what to do, if I want to go back in, I am scared that I will be kicked out of college, but if I do not go back in I think that I may kill myself one of these days. What do you think I should do, I really do not know anymore?

question on horse's movement/gaits? there's two points of view that i'm going to ask about for the horse i'm leasing/working with at the moment. The first is my thoughts, and about how he feels unbalanced. He feels when i let loose on the reins and walk freely want to speed up, and when he does he starts to feel unbalanced in his front end, like he wants to fall forward or trip. my thoughts is that i just need to build up his front end and help him collect himself a bit more to build the balance he seems to have lost. what are some exersizes and work i can do riding and on the ground with him that would help with this? The second point of view is the pervous people who have rode this horse and leased him have ran him up down and all around, and he went from being a naturally slow laid back horse to being quick, flightly, and nervous. The lady who works at the barn (and knows alot about horses) says he just needs a laid back rider who isnt nervous to ride him and show him it's okay to relax again while being riden. So this point of view could be just as valid as my own, so what are some things i can do to get him to relax yet still work on what i want to do? i'd like to use him for trails and yes be laid back (but not dead), i do think of myself as a relaxed rider (whatever happens is going to happen ect), i do get a bit tense on trail and that's only because of my not so happy thus far trail horses. i'm used to flightly show horses so he doesnt scare me in that sense, i just didn't expect to be working with a horse this flightly this soon. Any suggestions on what things i can do for either point of view will help. we've started round pen training and i'm introducing half haults back into his life. He's a smart horse and picked up on both right away. thanks and sorry it's long, i just wanted to kill two questions with one stone. i do enjoy his gait and maybe i'm just asking the wrong type of people if nobody can suggest simple things to build a horse's strength or things to help him relax/slow down.

How can I feel more satisfied with my life? I'm 14 years old and I am extremely unsatisfied with almost every aspect of my life. This might be long, so I'll break it into the parts about my life that I don't like: House: I have 3 other siblings and 2 parents, and we live in this old 3 bedroom house. my parents have their own cramped room, my younger brother has a small room that is practically an attic, and i share a room with one of my sisters, while the other and her boyfriend live in a walk-in closet! i feel so squished all the time, and I never get any personal space. our house is small and old, and our basement will never be able to be redone, so there is no place i could use as a 'hang out' place for me and my friends. everything in our house is practically second-hand. i love modern things, so i look at all those beautiful open modern houses full of sleek furniture and natural light, and i'm living in this freaking hell-hole that i'm embarrassed to bring my friends to. Friends: most of my friends are good friends from when i was in grade school, so we have a ton of inside jokes and lots of memories together. however, i had this really strange "weird-random" phase back when i met them, and they are also pretty weird. that never bothered me, but now that i'm going to high school next year, i want to talk to my friends about boys and stuff, but they're not the kind of people who talk about that, they usually talk about like harry potter and stuff like that. and i see my sister and her friends who can just go shopping together (something my friends also dont really do), and i want to have a sort of change in company. i don't just want to drop them out of my life, but i want some new friends. self: I am incredibly self-conscious about myself. i'm not really outgoing or popular, but i am not really sad about it (i kind of like not being the center of attention). I don't think i'm pretty at all, and i do my hair the same almost every day because i had created that image of myself and i am worried that if i change it, people will be like "oh, she's trying to be all cool, but she's not" and then will not take me seriously. i absolutely HATE my nose because i think it's really big, but everyone else says its fine. i'm also self-conscious about my clothes, because i don't shop at like Hollister or PacSun. It doesn't bother me much, since i mostly wear concert shirts from bands, but i'm afraid that if i go into one of the 'cool people' stores like PacSun, people will look down at me and think i'm a joke for 'trying to be cool'. also, my..uhh... 'lady parts' are really small, and i just feel really childish and undeveloped among my other classmates. I also have had this stutter since before i can remember, but it has gotten a lot better over the years. anyway, when i'm trying to talk, i sometimes stutter and i feel really stupid because i have to keep trying again and then people get sort of uncomfortable. Lastly, i want to be more outgoing. i mostly keep to myself, and i dont talk that much because unlike most, i actually RESPECT my teachers by not talking during class. i want to be able to say what's on my mind instead of thinking that nobody will want to hear it. Depression: i feel depressed. A LOT. most of the time, i'm generally happy, but other times i just feel like life is totally pointless. for example, i want to be an architect, so i really love the Sims games to build houses, but sometimes i'll be building something and just feel like it's totally pointless and stupid and then i'll just sit there, staring off into the distance. sometimes it's so bad that even music doesnt make me feel better, and i just want to lay in bed all day. also, sometimes i just want to be alone so bad, but as i mentioned, my house is small, so there is absolutely NO quiet space that i can read undisturbed, so then i feel claustrophobic and i kind of freak out. well, that's most of the stuff that makes me just want to die.....i really just want to be happy and live a normal life. please help me enjoy life. also, don't give me any of that religious crap about how 'god will save us all' or how 'god is the key to happiness'. i'm an athiest, okay? i may not be happy, but i sure as hell don't need some invisible being to make my life satisfying.

Why Don't Guys and Men Go For the Nice/Good Girls? I'm a warm, caring, professional woman who can take care of herself, hold her own, be assertive as needed and be unselfish, sympathetic and empathetic too. I have a great sense of humor, am sincere, attractive, have a good physical appearance. I'm 5'0ft 115lbs. I have no kids and I'm 27 years old. However, I noticed that the guys I met are only interested in women that have a lot of baggage and issues in their lives. I know everyone has a certain amount of baggage and issues, but I'm talking about excessive. The guys I meet seem to like women that have "baby daddy drama," anger issues, and extreme jealously. I had one guy tell me he just wasn't use to a young woman that had their life together and was laid back. It seems like I have to be the biggest b!tch of the west to find a decent guy. I'm not saying I'm doormat because I'm not. Is there something wrong with me? I act like me no matter who I'm with -- women or men. But, if I'm attracted to a guy, I may flirt mildly or ask questions that show my interest in him than I would do normally. It's normal! I feel like guys (men) don't like the nice girls (ladies, women) out there. Why not??

A Poem That Might Have A Significance In Your Life ... EDIT : And Mine Too !!! ; : 0 ) !!! Care To Comment? I studied this poem when i was a child at school yet i have to admit, i never did really understand it and get its significance and whats the point of the tale that the poem tells in ease but its far away from being easy until i grew up... as between its lines it carries a story that every one of us can relate something great in our lives to like ( which collage to join , career , marriage some times even to the limit of life and death ) This poem does not advise. It does not say, “When you come to a fork in the road, study the footprints and take the road less traveled by how ever its all about free will and fate as We are free to choose, but we do not really know beforehand what we are choosing between. Our route is, thus, determined by an accretion of choice and chance, and it is impossible to separate the two. **** hahahahaha believe it or not while i was typing this question a lady "my neighbor" knocked my door and said " sorry to tell you i have just hit your car by accident while it was parking in front of your door i know how much you love it , i am really sorry " hahahaha... so i think i have one more thing to add " Always say Elhamdolellah " always thank god for what ever road you take eventually.. and yes even car accidents can be related to the poem we rabena yestorha m3ako gamee3an we mangelkoosh fe 7aga we7sha abadan !!! hahahahahahaha.. here is the poem abl ma el beet yo2a3 .... hahahahahaha i hope you do excuse me but The ironic tone is inescapable in the poem... hahahaha Robert Frost (1874 - 1963 / San Francisco / USA) one of the greatest poets ever The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost p.s. don't worry its nothing serious i well fix it tomorrow E.S.A - vote - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 peace ! ; : 0 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdgXCm06kNQ&feature=related @ moonrise : hi there ; : 0 ) ! would you please watch the link in the end of the question "there is a 1000 000 ways to go " as for Oedipus there is no similarity at all because here we see the poet completely alone with out any interference of any other personalities or a prophecy .. which makes him in a position of Absolute Control of his decision and there is no Oracle to tell him whats going to happen in the end of his journey so with all the respect to your theory there is no similarity peace ! ; : 0 ) its a one caracter story and that makes all the significance

Friday night? What was the highlight of my Friday? I could be playing basketball by myself at 10 in the morning, laughing at some terrible movie name “Hoot” or going to the gym. Actually I do like Sam Adams Winter Lager, I treated myself to 3 pieces of pizza and a 24 oz Corona. So that’s it. It’s 8:16 right now on a Friday night. I haven’t done shit all day and I have no plans to do something tonight. There is that concert I want to go to, but who the fuck am I going to go with. I have three friends 0 good friends. Why the fuck a I sitting here typing this, I don’t know probably because I have nothing else to do so I figure if I rant to myself I can pass the time. This raises another question; pass the time to what, The end of the weekend. I guess I have the super bowl Sunday that could be fun. So out of the I don’t know 60 hours I have to not give a fuck about school work and enjoy myself, I will in fact enjoy myself for three hours. I hate that space after a paragraph; I wish I could set remove space to default. I ask myself this to. Who is to blame? Me, probably. Why? I’m not the most outgoing exciting kid to be around. I’ve never had a girl even come close to being my girlfriend, and I’ve never really had a good friend. I guess when I live on Tall Pines I had some good friends, who knows if I’d still be good friends with those kids. Anyway who else can I blame so I feel like less of a pathetic loser with no life or no friends. Society, less look at how society could be the cause of my meaningless Friday night filled with no social life or excitement. The kids who are my age I feel I have no connection with, I’m a good kid, if people want to talk to me about something important I’m always here, but no one wants to talk about something important. I like talking with people in their 80’s because all they want to do is sit back and analyze things, which is also the only thing I want to do. However I do have human nature in me, I want to go get laid, go to crazy parties and have fun, but I have the inability to meet people my age. I can’t go get drunk with a 80 year old guy, nor do I want to fuck an 80 year old lady. (Why does that faggot need to lay on his horn for so long) I guess I just don’t fit in with people my age that is why it’s societies fault. I understand you can’t change society but I could change. The only problem is I don’t want to change into some self-conscious corny Guido; I want to stay the down to earth laid back intelligent kid that I am. Maybe if I didn’t have a conscience and dropped my IQ I would fit in better. Who else fault could this be, mine, society, my parents. No this couldn’t be my parents fault. They both have good friends and have had a good time, they are both outgoing, and they both have lives, why didn’t this gene get passed on to me. Paulie has friends, Meghan has friends, Mary has a million friends, but me, I have acquaintances. This clearly isn’t my parents fault. I would say it’s 80% my fault and 20% societies. Now I understand that there are people who have it a lot and I mean a lot worse than me. There is the kid who can’t eat the kid with disabilities and the kid who doesn’t even have acquaintances. The point of me writing this is to try to help myself feel better. Fuck my life. I guess is all I have to say. Who does Jesus pick to go though it worse, the people that are going to heaven or the people that are going to hell? I guess this is what keeps me going. Now another thing I have a problem with is my future. I don’t know what I want to do, I don’t know where I want to live, I’m pretty sure I’m not ever going to find anyone to marry me because I suck at meeting women, so where does this leave me. The only thing I’m certain of is I’m not going to get marries. Will I end up like the homeless guys I see, probably not? I know how to make money and have an incredible work ethic. If I wanted I could be one of those guys that lets money rule his life but that’s not what I want to become, I think god just answered one of my prayers. Peace to everyone, even though I’m sure no one else will ever read this, God Bless.

Ok need advice on a scenario? so I'm parked in a spot and I am backing out. A guy and a lady see me backing out, and I stop. They then drove about 50 miles into the parking lot and almost hit my car as they pulled into the spot next to me. Mind you, I stopped backing up. But they drove so fast they almost hit my car a (landrover lr3 brand new). Now I gave them a dirty look and this crazy ass trailer trash woman gets out of her cheap pontiac and starts screaming at me and my fiance. So I flipped her off and then she insisted I get out of the car. My fiance though rolled down the window and she said in her heavy southern accent "get out of the car, lets fight!" and I said "I'm 22 years ond and way to ld for this and you look about double my age which shows how mature you are" Then my fiance said to her "do you want to go to jail? Do you want to go to jail? Lay one hand on me or her and I will call the police so fast you will be in jail for assult!". She backed off, well not really but I just left. Now my question is I actually felt physically threatened and I had a bb gun under my seat but it looks like a 45. If I pulled that out and pointed it at her (which I didn't) would i get in trouble? It wasn't loaded and it's a bb gun but I really wanted to point it at her to get her to back away from my car and scare her. Could I have gotten in trouble or could I claim self defense in fear for my life. This lady litterally wanted to fight me and I didn't do anything wrong but look at her disgusted? A normal person would have just looked at me back disgusted lol and not wanted to fight?? Next time I'm carrying that bb gun and anyone who messes with me, I'm pulling it out. It's not loaded and it's fake but they will leave me alone at least or can I get in trouble? I know weird question...

Bi male whose looking 4 love in all the wrong places....? I'm a str8 actin bi male whose been in love with only two people in my life time...This lady I knew named Shattara...I was so in love with her...I would do any and everything 4 that girl...And she was sexy as hell...But, she was wild and crazy...Smart but nieve...Now, she's having a baby this summer and I'm at a loss 4 words...The other, the complete opposite of a woman, a guy I work with named Carlos...(yeah, I'm a real bisexual). I guess I'm attracted to his personality; how he just a cool laid back, not flashy, calm dude...I'm the type of dude that searches 4 love, because I missed out on a lot of it when I was growing up...But anywayz, the catch with Carlos is that he's a total game player...He playz off of my emotions, but demonstrating certain situations...And I'm tired of games...I need the real deal...2 all haterz reading this, go 2 hell and suck a dick...But 2 all the folks who understand, holla atcha boi... No, Shattara's baby isn't mine...I love her, but I'm not ready 2 raise a child...

DIRTY joke but hilarious yet some what gross...just read it please? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

Advice Needed: My brother-in-law is back with his ex...whom none of us like...help...? OK, I'm at a loss with this situation in my family right now and figured I could come here for some honest opinions and some feedback. My brother-in-law was dating this woman two years back, when my husband and I were pregnant with our baby. Now, mind you, my husband and I ran a family restaurant; I was five months pregnant; and my brother-in-law was living in our home with us and our other children. So, he was temporarily living in our home (which happens to be owned by my father-in-law, my husband and his father) until he found his own place. Well, while living with us, he met this girl who we will call Amy. Amy was loud, obnoxious, messy, did not clean up after herself, sprawled out on the sofa on a nightly basis, and basically lived with us, too. Amy thought she was hilarious, and had to be the loudest voice speaking. She had her own apartment, yet was at our home with brother-in-law just about every day/night. Each evening when my hubby and I would come home from the restaurant with our kids, Amy and brother-in-law would be sitting on the sofa and we would be left to squeeze ourselves onto the loveseat. Mind you, I'm huge and pregnant! No disregard or respect for my pregnant state. Now, about a week into them dating Amy becomes "pregnant"...she took about 10 pregnancy tests a week before her period was due and they came back a very faint positive. So, she's so excited that they are now pregnant too. Then, a week later, she starts bleeding and claims a miscarriage. She is devastated, and all life around her must stop! She lays around our house, crying and upset, unable to go to work. Now, ladies, what happened what she got her period right on schedule. From the research I've done, this happens to many of us during our lives. It's not a pregnancy and miscarriage. It's just part of our normal cycle. Our body cleans things out that aren't meant to be. All sorts of smoking and drinking starts happening in and around our home. I'm still pregnant, and there is no disregard for me or my baby's health. Soon after the miscarriage, she cry's rape on my brother-in-law. Apparently she got so drunk one night, passed out, woke up, they had sex, and then the next day she cried rape on him. While they were together, in a consensual relationship! So, brother-in-law is now dealing with her claming he raped her. Then, after we got over the rape situation, she then claims she has uterine cancer, but she is refusing treatment! WHAT??? Refusing treatment at 22 years old? Come on now. Then, she has a bladder infection and needs a prescription but dosen't have insurance so they are asking me to help them out! Amy is a complete drama queen who is thriving on attention attention attention. Brother-in-law begins to see this, and begins to get tired of her crap. He's filling my hubby and I in on everything. Every little detail about her, and her craziness, and her arguments, and her demands. She rings his phone constantly, to the point that he's screaming out in distress and throwing his phone or turning it off. So, he finally breaks up with her. Thank goodness! Well, she's out of his life for a while, and now, SHE'S BACK!!! After all she did and claimed and all the craziness she brought to our house, without any acknowledgement or apologies to us. She's back again. We are all freaking out, and I think he's crazy for taking her back. Now, I know I can't control what he does or who he dates, but I don't have to like it right? I don't have to be around her right? I don't want anything to do with her. Even though he says she's on meds now, and supposedly she's better.... It's causing so many problems in our family because brother-in-law expects us all to accept her. What do you think??? I had to add a few more details. He no longer lives with us! We actually ended up moving up, and he's still in our old house. So, we haven't lived with him for about six months. She is now living there with him. The problem, thank God, is no longer in our home. However, we are trying to find ways to deal with her. We refuse to invite her to any of our family functions, and I don't want her around my kids. I mean, granted, people can change. And, if she has mental issues, then maybe medication has helped her see more clearly. But, honestly, people don't change completely. And, if she has crazy capacity it's only a matter of time before she's there again. I just am not going to pretend to like her, or accept her. I will always love my brother-in-law, but right now, he is taking her side. He is telling us she is different. We just can't shake all of our PERSONAL EXPERIENCES with her.

joke:3 men in a desert? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

Can you ever trust a witch? Warning this joke is very rude and contains sexual content! Rate out of 10, comment and joke back. Star if you want. There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

corn on the cob? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

loool, star this if u like it :P? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

Jokeeeee...do u like it????? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

Another Funny One? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

beware rude joke? There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman. "C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks. She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me." The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends. "You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them. "She said we could have water if I had sex with her." "Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy. "Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!" "Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says. He goes up to the door and rings the bell. The old hag answers. "W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......" He uses all of his will power to not hurl. "Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?" "You have to have sex with me." Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen. "Do me here," she told him. He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea. "Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!" The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window. "Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars." "Then lay back and close your eyes again." This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes. "If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert." "Eyes closed," he says. Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms. "Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy. So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window. One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of buttered corn you could have imagined!"

What do you think about my short story? Alex Lumberfield was a young man in his twenties, with short, spiked brown hair and deep blue eyes. He always smelled as if he had just come out of the shower, the smell of shampoo thick in the air. Alex was a man with a dream: a dream to become rich. As a result, he quickly realised that farming was not for him. He had once heard that businessmen were the most likely people to earn over seventy thousand pounds. So he decided that was the way for him. After being interviewed several business companies, all of them had turned him down with the same phase; “Unfortunately, we are in no need of another employee”. One of the recruitment managers went even as far as to say; ”You are the lat employee we would ever dream of employing!” She was a tall thin lady in her early sixties. She had a fixed grimace on her face as she interviewed me and her eyes were a pale gray. Alex had been so sure that at least one of the recruiting managers would hire him, that he had sold his old farming house, and replaced it with a one-bedroom flat in central-London As the days passed, and with still no source of income, he began to think about stealing from people to get at least some sort of income… There were of course two problems: he would need to be able to sell the items to someone, and he would have to take a risk of getting caught… Chapter 1 That smell… Oh! That wonderful smell! Standing up, I searched around me for the source of the amazing aroma. Instead, I saw nothing. I could see a few trees in the silvery moonlight, their branches entwined with the silvery strings of light. The icy winds pounded against the earth, flattening the grass. I was alone… As it began to sink in that this mysterious smell would never be revealed; a glistening beam of light appeared in front of me. It drew me in. I was hypnotised by that light. I moved closer to the light, the smell becoming more powerful. I drew in within a few centimetres. Without warning, the beam of light vanished in a blink of an eye. In its place, stood a towering plate of pancakes, each one, a deep golden circle. The smell was extraordinary! Each pancake must have had a different filling inside, each made to perfection. I reached out for a single pancake, my fingers outstretched. My eyes had a look of madness within them. I thought of nothing but seizing one, each as unforgivable as the next. I was suddenly pulled from the mysterious reality; realising once again, that I was in a familiar bed. Each dream was the same, was I destined to become a thief? Or was it a warning? I lay back down and tried to sleep once more. Twisting and turning, I realised it was impossible. Instead, I ended up lying there, thinking about the questions that had formed inside my head… As I thought, the extraordinary aroma filled my nose again. I lifted my head, and glanced out the window, the sun shone intensely in the sky. The birds chirped softly in the woods, behind my small back garden. But the fragrance was still there... I looked around, noticing small streams of vapour, rising into the sky. I quickly identified where the smell was coming from. A steaming plate of apple crumble stood on Miss Ellendale's window ledge. I turned my head sharply, checking to see if Miss Ellendale was in her garden, however there wasn’t a sign of life. Odd, I thought. The garden was normally filled with life. “Maybe she had finally decided to give it a rest?” I said out loud. My stomach gave a lurch, leaving me with ravenous hunger. I leaped into my clothes, silently creeping out of the house. As quietly as possible, I crawled towards Miss Ellendale’s garden, through the alleyway, ready for the perfect apple crumble. I gently pushed open the gate, making sure that Miss Ellendale couldn't see me. As I swiftly took it from its resting place, I saw, just how perfect it was. A deep shade of perfect gold shined off of it, the small crumbles glittered magnificently in the sunlight. As I stood there admiring it, Miss Ellendale‘s voice could be heard, screaming for help. She must have seen me! Without a second thought, I grabbed the apple crumble and sprinted like a gazelle, fleeing rapidly into my house. This was the first thing I ever stole... Chapter 2 I had the same dream again, but this time I actually managed to grab one of the pancakes. The pancake felt like silk in my hands. I tried to take a bite out of it, but the pancake had suddenly become very hard. I looked at it carefully and realised that the pancake become a gold necklace, sparkling in the moonlight. A real, pure gold necklace! My mind was racing. I began thinking how much I could sell it for but then… I woke up in that all to familiar bed. “Why?!” “Why couldn’t that dream have been real?!” Well, in a way it could… I had now worked out the answers to my questions! The feeling of finally solving the puzzle that had been buzzing in my head since yesterday was indescribable.

What do you think about my story so far? Alex Lumberfield was a young man in his twenties, with short, spiked brown hair and deep blue eyes. He always smelled as if he had just come out of the shower, the smell of shampoo thick in the air. Alex was a man with a dream: a dream to become rich. As a result, he quickly realised that farming was not for him. He had once heard that businessmen were the most likely people to earn over seventy thousand pounds. So he decided that was the way for him. After being interviewed several business companies, all of them had turned him down with the same phase; “Unfortunately, we are in no need of another employee”. One of the recruitment managers went even as far as to say; ”You are the lat employee we would ever dream of employing!” She was a tall thin lady in her early sixties. She had a fixed grimace on her face as she interviewed me and her eyes were a pale gray. Alex had been so sure that at least one of the recruiting managers would hire him, that he had sold his old farming house, and replaced it with a one-bedroom flat in central-London As the days passed, and with still no source of income, he began to think about stealing from people to get at least some sort of income… There were of course two problems: he would need to be able to sell the items to someone, and he would have to take a risk of getting caught… Chapter 1 That smell… Oh! That wonderful smell! Standing up, I searched around me for the source of the amazing aroma. Instead, I saw nothing. I could see a few trees in the silvery moonlight, their branches entwined with the silvery strings of light. The icy winds pounded against the earth, flattening the grass. I was alone… As it began to sink in that this mysterious smell would never be revealed; a glistening beam of light appeared in front of me. It drew me in. I was hypnotised by that light. I moved closer to the light, the smell becoming more powerful. I drew in within a few centimetres. Without warning, the beam of light vanished in a blink of an eye. In its place, stood a towering plate of pancakes, each one, a deep golden circle. The smell was extraordinary! Each pancake must have had a different filling inside, each made to perfection. I reached out for a single pancake, my fingers outstretched. My eyes had a look of madness within them. I thought of nothing but seizing one, each as unforgivable as the next. I was suddenly pulled from the mysterious reality; realising once again, that I was in a familiar bed. Each dream was the same, was I destined to become a thief? Or was it a warning? I lay back down and tried to sleep once more. Twisting and turning, I realised it was impossible. Instead, I ended up lying there, thinking about the questions that had formed inside my head… As I thought, the extraordinary aroma filled my nose again. I lifted my head, and glanced out the window, the sun shone intensely in the sky. The birds chirped softly in the woods, behind my small back garden. But the fragrance was still there... I looked around, noticing small streams of vapour, rising into the sky. I quickly identified where the smell was coming from. A steaming plate of apple crumble stood on Miss Ellendale's window ledge. I turned my head sharply, checking to see if Miss Ellendale was in her garden, however there wasn’t a sign of life. Odd, I thought. The garden was normally filled with life. “Maybe she had finally decided to give it a rest?” I said out loud. My stomach gave a lurch, leaving me with ravenous hunger. I leaped into my clothes, silently creeping out of the house. As quietly as possible, I crawled towards Miss Ellendale’s garden, through the alleyway, ready for the perfect apple crumble. I gently pushed open the gate, making sure that Miss Ellendale couldn't see me. As I swiftly took it from its resting place, I saw, just how perfect it was. A deep shade of perfect gold shined off of it, the small crumbles glittered magnificently in the sunlight. As I stood there admiring it, Miss Ellendale‘s voice could be heard, screaming for help. She must have seen me! Without a second thought, I grabbed the apple crumble and sprinted like a gazelle, fleeing rapidly into my house. This was the first thing I ever stole... Chapter 2 I had the same dream again, but this time I actually managed to grab one of the pancakes. The pancake felt like silk in my hands. I tried to take a bite out of it, but the pancake had suddenly become very hard. I looked at it carefully and realised that the pancake become a gold necklace, sparkling in the moonlight. A real, pure gold necklace! My mind was racing. I began thinking how much I could sell it for but then… I woke up in that all to familiar bed. “Why?!” “Why couldn’t that dream have been real?!” Well, in a way it could… I had now worked out the answers to my questions! The feeling of finally solving the puzzle that had been buzzing in my head since yesterday was indescribable. The

read and tell me what you think.? god, my spine is nailed to my back, i hunch like a gargoyle and dance like a gnome. and i dance on grass-less lawn in front of many a parkers' home and parker cars parked in parking lots of the 1 dollar tomb. called to the office, i had stapled my arm, and the people all scattered and oohed in alarm man, getting taught a lesson on god from a lady i don't trust, to her hole in the wall where i was sent, she's tellin me 'darling, if you wanna beat this depression, you'd better repent" and she bowed and gestured for a phone, and said "darlin, i'm gonna go call your home" and while i was lookin for my bags, to get up from the room, she smiled and said, "l'll sure pray for you . ." the point of life, i tell her, and i know i'm sure, is to fill up your belly till you ain't got no more room, and some fill their bellies with bibles, and some with tattoos. i where a watch set 10 minutes late, i weave a monochrome pendant through the knots in my hair, and i feed the birds my own dinner's share. where are the picnics, ms amber stone, when your friends are all watching and you aren't alone? new job on the plaza as a keeper of banks, your phony compassion is an eggshell runway, i don't need a lift, nah thanks. the master psychologist after burning her groom, she boiled the grease and she slipped it in his room. she lit a match and lit his poor ***, and after he was didn't come to work the next day, she got taken away, but the men sympathized, she had had a bad day. dirty dolly star singer of country rhymes, memorize, every line, of catcher in the rye. peace lady lay on the ground below trees, she wrinkled her nose and she called in the breeze, "oh lover oh weary sticks out in my knees, the knuckles are touching and i'm crippling" where are all the marchers when the battle don't ring no bell? where do all the angels go when all the people are in hell? my, paul looks tired, he's sewn up all the sheep, for bundles of wool to sell upon the street, kicking the ashtray over with his feet, he yells 'lady soap up what's underneath of me. '

ugly poem. criticize it, please.? god, my spine is nailed to my back, i hunch like a gargoyle and dance like a gnome. and i dance on grass-less lawn in front of many a parkers' home and parker cars parked in parking lots of the 1 dollar tomb. called to the office, i had stapled my arm, and the people all scattered and oohed in alarm man, getting taught a lesson on god from a lady i don't trust, to her hole in the wall where i was sent, she's tellin me 'darling, if you wanna beat this depression, you'd better repent" and she bowed and gestured for a phone, and said "darlin, i'm gonna go call your home" and while i was lookin for my bags, to get up from the room, she smiled and said, "l'll sure pray for you . ." the point of life, i tell her, and i know i'm sure, is to fill up your belly till you ain't got no more room, and some fill their bellies with bibles, and some with tattoos. i where a watch set 10 minutes late, i weave a monochrome pendant through the knots in my hair, and i feed the birds my own dinner's share. where are the picnics, ms amber stone, when your friends are all watching and you aren't alone? new job on the plaza as a keeper of banks, your phony compassion is an eggshell runway, i don't need a lift, nah thanks. the master psychologist after burning her groom, she boiled the grease and she slipped it in his room. she lit a match and lit his poor ass, and after he was didn't come to work the next day, she got taken away, but the men sympathized, she had had a bad day. dirty dolly star singer of country rhymes, memorize, every line, of catcher in the rye. peace lady lay on the ground below trees, she wrinkled her nose and she called in the breeze, "oh lover oh weary sticks out in my knees, the knuckles are touching and i'm crippling" where are all the marchers when the battle don't ring no bell? where do all the angels go when all the people are in hell? my, paul looks tired, he's sewn up all the sheep, for bundles of wool to sell upon the street, kicking the ashtray over with his feet, he yells 'lady soap up what's underneath of me. '

Am a Pisces And Why Are Pisces Lazy? OK! am a Pisces and am very lazy..always worry about what other people say and get very mad quick i attend to hurt people feelings the things i say to them and regret it the next day..when i do get mad and anger i get nervous and scared..it can be anything i regret..say like if am on the mic being silly in the club i mean i get extremely emotional and embarrassed after that..if someone say they love me i start by telling them how i feel and don't think first before i say it..am a very romantic woman to but i just can't find that right person to do that with i don't know what's up with my Virgo boyfriend for 5 years,he opposite from me,he 44 and am 23..he looks very young for his age..like they say age ain't nothing but a number, he always on the go,he always have somewhere to go all the time and poor me i be so lonely but he loves my sex tho and me unconditionally but sometime i think he don't care i tell him how i feel but every time i tell him,it goes one out the other ear and i get upset,he just lay back and enjoy his self, why we having sex but lately the sex been rocky,he doesn't like to have more sex like i do and then when he won't it,it's to late i don't feel like it..the sex was all good when we first meet and i be wanna do things like go out to the movies and eat out are something like that but he don't be wanna do that with me but he always wanna go out with the home boys instead of him doing something with me but NO! I'm take you but never do..sometime he have away of hurting my feelings and he never knows he does it til after and he still do the something and he a very smart Virgo..he very street smart,he more interesting in life and dress very well,me am very talented i love to sing and take very good modeling picture's..am always dreaming i love nice things i keep my house with full of nice things i love cooking and baking and DECORATING flowers! but sometime i can be lazy i be feeling weak and dizzying over the summer..it makes me sick and weak..now when it's winter and cold,am fine but when am over cleaning are doing something i get dizzying half of the time i went to the Dr. and they say nothing was wrong with me and i know my body i also can't read that good..am slow at leaning but i can do mostly anything i put my mind to..people will teas me and call me names like retarded and special ed and slow i use to ride the short bus i never road the short bus i road the same bus they road in with the natural kids on up to high school.am not retarded,am just slow in reading and math and they still do teas me and i been out of school 6 years ago..they look at me crazy,like am crazy but am not..am smarter then what they think i am but i try not to let that get to me..my soul mate can't read either and he is very intelligent..am a staying home mother of two kids and lazy as hell and don't wanna go nowhere unless i push myself..just worry about how would i look and what people think about me because some people say am a very beautiful young intelligent kind young lady but i don't look at it like that..some of my family member's even look at me as crazy i don't know why? am always hurting,so please people tell me what is this.. yes,am also a shy person to..am always looking for someone to come and talk to me first..

Girls, do you think you could help a loser out? As of now, I'm 17 and about to graduate and I've never had a girlfriend. Basically, what I'm waiting for now is a fresh start in the fall when I'll be in a much nicer part of the country. Anyway, I haven't had a very good track record (people in a small town high school have a much better memory than I'd like to believe). There were a couple of girls I thought about asking, but I'm kind of shy and someone else beat me to it. That sort of thing doesn't really bother me because I figure I don't have any right to get pissed off or jealous if I'm not willing to step up to the plate in the first place. In the end, I realized just how lucky I am to be able to have them as friends. The reason I'm writing this is I'm hoping some of you ladies out there can give me some advice so I don't end up like Walter from "The Big Lebowski" or Holden Caulfield. Or Charlie Brown, for those of you who don't get who I'm talking about. I'm also wondering if my type actually stands a chance in hell once I leave high school. I'm pretty laid-back but do try and take care of myself. I'm not particularly rich or good-looking, but I'm willing to listen as well as kick back and enjoy life ever now and then. Everyone I know says I have a great sense of humor, and I love making people laugh, but I'll admit my personality has a more cynical and sarcastic side to it as well. I'm definitely a pessimist, but I think a lot of that can be blamed on my crappy childhood. I'm sort of shy and I really don't talk a whole lot because I don't have anything to say at first. I'm not a big risk taker and I'm pretty cautious in general (well, as much as a teenage boy can be). I can see why the good-looking and rich guys always win, but at the same time I just wish someone would give the losers a chance every now and then. Feel free to contact me of you think I'm missing any points or have any questions you think I might be able to answer. Thanks!

How do you like my story so far? Tell me your thoughts on my story so far. What do you think of the title? This is the introduction. I'm going to start writing the dialogue next. The story is going to be a fantasy/adventure (secret doors, passageways, worlds, treasures). The son and daughter are going to be the main characters (along with one of their friends, who is a neighbor) The Secret of 101 Lion’s Breath Drive Now Blairston was not your average town, by no means. It laid in a quaint valley on the outskirts of Philadelphia where the weather was strangely always pleasant year round¬. The town had a population of about 3,000 and was quite renowned for its inviting and laid back atmosphere. The townspeople were charming and quite nice, but that was about it. Everybody kept to themselves and only got together during the annual Blairston Holiday Bash, in which 3 days were devoted to nonstop eating, drinking, singing, and dancing. What was different about Blairston then other towns was that a handful of the residents contained vast amounts of wealth, far beyond anyone’s imagination, in which helped the town become a controlling force in the region. For these select folks, life was carefree. The majority of the town consisted of rows of oddly shaped and almost identical townhomes in which most of the middle class folks resided. There were a few cornerstores, a cinema, Barry’s; which was the local grocery store, a few little shops here and there, a post office, and three diners. That was it. For anything else, residents took a 20-mile trek to the closest neighboring town. For the Buckingham family, Blairston was the ideal place to live in. Dean Buckingham, a lean, fairly tall, and extremely proper man, grew up in Blairston and eventually moved to Chicago when he was 20. He worked 2 jobs and was very determined to move ahead with his life. He met a beautiful lady named Linda who happened to have one of the most breathtaking smiles he had ever seen. He fell completely in love with her and within two years they got married and everything else started to go exceptionally well for them. Dean climbed the ranks of the business scene and built up a technology empire worth $500 million. He had more cars than you would know what to do with and enough watches for every day of the year. Chicago life was becoming a bit too hectic, so Dean decided to move back to Blairston with his wife and thought it would be the best location to raise his children. The Buckinghams lived in Lioncrest Estates, one of the most guard gated and elite communities in all of the North. The community was nestled up on a gently sloping hill and you could see all of Blairston from up there. Not quite where you expected a community of that prescence to be, right? Well, as you could imagine, the other residents of Blairston had mixed feelings about Lioncrest. It all started back in 1985, about 20 years ago. A man by the name of Rufus Pennyworth drew up plans for what he called “The Ultimate Community for High Society.” Rufus was an industrial magnate who fell in love with Blairston. The town residents greatly opposed a community of this stature and so a town council meeting was called. Pennyworth bribed the councilmen and was ultimately awarded the go ahead. Fast-forward 20 years. The Buckinghams purchased their dream estate and were so happy to have finally found the perfect location. Little Luke and Eliza found Lioncrest to be somewhat stark and boring. But what the Buckinghams didn’t know, was that Lioncrest was filled with secrets beyond their wildest dreams.

Do you like my story so far? the title? Now, should the story be a mystery (crime, dead people, mysterious sightings) or a fantasy/adventure (secrets doors, magical lands, hidden treasures)? What do you think? The Secret of 101 Lion's Breath Drive Now Blairston was not your average town, by no means. It lied in a quaint valley on the outskirts of Philadelphia where the weather was strangely always pleasant year round¬. The town had a population of about 3,000 and was quite renowned for its inviting and laid back atmosphere. The townspeople were charming and quite nice, but that was about it. Everybody kept to themselves and only got together during the annual Blairston Holiday Bash, in which 3 days were devoted to nonstop eating, drinking, singing, and dancing. What was different about Blairston then other towns was that a handful of the residents contained vast amounts of wealth, far beyond anyone’s imagination, in which helped the town become a controlling force in the region. For these select folks, life was carefree. The majority of the town consisted of rows of oddly shaped and almost identical townhomes in which most of the middle class folks resided. There were a few cornerstores, a cinema, Barry’s; which was the local grocery store, a few little shops here and there, a post office, and three diners. That was it. For anything else, residents took a 20-mile trek to the closet neighboring town. For the Buckingham family, Blairston was the ideal place to live in. Dean Buckingham, a lean, fairly tall, and extremely proper man, grew up in Blairston and eventually moved to Chicago when he was 20. He worked 2 jobs and was very determined to move ahead with his life. He met a beautiful lady named Linda who happened to have one of the most breathtaking smiles he had ever seen. He fell completely in love with her and within two years they got married and everything else started to go exceptionally well for them. Dean climbed the ranks of the business scene and built up a technology empire worth $500 million. He had more cars than you would know what to do with and enough watches for every day of the year. Chicago life was becoming a bit too hectic, so Dean decided to move back to Blairston with his wife and thought it would be the best location to raise his children. The Buckinghams lived in Lioncrest Estates, one of the most guard gated and elite communities in all of the North. The community was nestled up on a gently sloping hill and you could see all of Blairston from up there. Not quite where you expected a community of that prescence to be, right? Well, as you could imagine, the other residents of Blairston had mixed feelings about Lioncrest. It all started back in 1985, about 20 years ago. A man by the name of Rufus Pennyworth drew up plans for what he called “The Ultimate Community for High Society.” Rufus was an industrial magnate who fell in love with Blairston. The town residents greatly opposed a community of this stature and so a town council meeting was called. Pennyworth bribed the councilmen and was ultimately awarded the go ahead.

Why can't I make female friends? Why do I get avoided? help? Why can't I make female friends? This has always been a problem for me my whole life. Even women in my family dont seem to like me. I always get mean-mugged at family functions by the women. I feel like they are jealous sometimes because Im 20 years old. In college. no kids. A good loving boyfriend. Have a job. And my own car. Im pretty. smart. humorous. And spontaneous. All my girlfriends I used to have they stop contacting me out of the blue. And recently every female I've tried to make a connection with, they never call me, invite me to go out, & even when I try to go out with them they always have something else to do. Its like I get avoided, So I just stop calling. I have this one female friend that I met a year ago & she only texts me on the phone & we only talk about once a month. She never wants to hang out with me either, she has excuses too. She even told me one day that she dont like going out with me cause Im prettier than her & I make her feel ugly. WTF> What is wrong with me? I think Im a nice fun laid back person, why are the ladies intimidated by me? Why does every other woman have homegirls & I don't? I feel lonely somtimes, although I have my boyfriend. I always hang with my man, because its sad to say, but he's my only real friend. Sometimes I want to go out with the girls too. I want some women to chat with, talk about girl stuff, guys, fashion, go shopping, & things like that. I do everything alone or with my man. Why do females avoid me? Could it be jealousy? could it be me?

What do you think of my story so far? I am writing a book and I want to know if you like this part. Its the beginning. I know I have a long ways to go (200 pages) but believe me, the story is going to include some amazing things. The Secret of 101 Lion’s Breath Drive Now Blairston was not your average town, by no means. It lied in a quaint valley on the outskirts of Philadelphia where the weather was strangely pleasant year round¬. The town had a population of about 3,000 and was quite renowned for its inviting and laid back atmosphere. The townspeople were charming and quite nice, but that was about it. Everybody kept to themselves and only got together during the annual Blairston Holiday Bash, in which 3 days were devoted to nonstop eating, drinking, singing, and dancing. What was different about Blairston then other towns was that a handful of the residents contained vast amounts of wealth, far beyond anyone’s imagination, in which helped the town become a controlling force in the region ,. For these select folks, life was exceptionally good. The majority of the town consisted of rows of oddly shaped and almost identical townhomes. There were a few cornerstores, a cinema, Barry’s; which was the local grocery store, a few little shops here and there, a post office, and three diners. That was it. For anything else, residents took a 20 mile trek to the closet neighboring town. For the Buckingham family, Balirston was the perfect place for. Dean Buckingham, a lean, fairly tall, and extremely proper man, grew up in Blairston and eventually moved to Chicago when he was 20. He worked 2 jobs and was very determined to make something of his life. He met a beautiful lady named Linda who had one of the most breathtaking smiles he had ever seen. Within two years, they got married and everything else started to go exceptionally well for them. Dean built up a technology empire worth $500 million and had more cars than you would know what to do with. Dean decided to move back to Blairston with his wife and thought it would be the best location to raise his children.

EXPERTS: Am I Pro-Choice or Pro-Life? More Info Please...? So here I am Pro-Choice, Anti- Abortion... Can anyone tell me of more cases besides Roe v Wade affecting this issue? Are there actually schools that only teach "Don't Do It"? ***(An explanation of my position if you care to read:)*** ... As I think about it more and more abortion doesn't seem to be a Black and White, Yes or No issue... I used to describe myself as Pro-Life (as a Christian who believes life starts in the womb) ...but I am also Liberal enough to believe that a woman has the right to do with her body what she chooses... the government shouldn't dictate that... But then I waver back... With all of the birth control we've got ( condoms, pills, patches, sponges, diaphragms, caps, that thing they can shoot in your arm... and not to mention JUST SAY NO or "I've got a headache")... why do we need abortion? LADIES we do have a choice! A choice whether or not we want to lay down in the first place! We had sex ed at my public school. We learned all about where babies come from by the fifth grade! Actions have consequences! Pregnancy is the consequence of SEX! ***In the case of RAPE, I shut my mouth. You took away the woman's choice so... she's left in that hard spot and... I KNOW THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC, AND I'M NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYONE. I'M JUST LOOKING FOR MORE INFO. And so far, the info I've got has been EXTREMELY biased one way or the other... so now I'm only dealing with the LAWS... ******* PLEASE DON'T LEAVE NASTY MEAN COMMENTS, EDUCATED ANSWERS ONLY!!!!*******

how do i get my lady to be more intimate with me? i am 21 years old and she is 20. we have a son of 8 months together (yes, we had a child). recently this year we have started going back to church and have mutually decided not to have sex again before marriage (which i hope is soon to be honest). i am still saving to propose and set a wedding date. but my problem doesnt only lie in the fact that we are not having intercourse. it is hard to be intimate with her. even more so now that we have decided to hold off on sex. she is a very flinchy person, if that makes any sence. i try to caress her face and she flinches like crazy. she says she cant breathe when something is too close to her face.. (this goes with everything. she holds her breath when kissing me, she doesnt like the shower water in her face directly, i cant wave my hand withing a foot of her face without her getting anxious and "flinchy"). Same thing happens when i try to gently brush my fingertip on his lips. I try to caress her back or skin and she says i do it too softly, and it tickles too much (she usually scratches wherever i just touched as it tingles too much). We used to lay down and hug at night but she doesnt anymore as we sleep with our son on the bed and she doesnt like to face away from him. i am not trying to have sex or anything, i just want us to maintain a romantic life. a passionate kiss every now and then. hold me and tell me you love me. snuggle. anything. but it is very rare if we ever do any of these things. i dont know if its that shes not in the mood or what but id like a more romantic life with her. how do i go about getting her to hold me or caress me. make me feel loved. how do i get her to want the same. i feel like i do all the trying and i dont see any results. should i just speed up the proposal, lol... any suggestions on how to be intimate with someone without having sex and how to make her want to be intimate.

What is your favorite Tupac song? Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion [Verse One: 2Pac] A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright (I wanna go) Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga) And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne where angels soar, with golden wings in thug's mansion [Chorus w/o Nas] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus]

Did we have a past life together or something?!? Okay, now this is the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I was at a summer program at my school. I am going to be a freshman. Now i, the first day i went to this place , i saw this girl and instantly i felt like i belonged to. Almost how i feel about my sister, i belong to her and she belongs to me. Only i was attracted to her. Well on friday we were doing a icebreaking exercise where i had to hold her hand . ANd instantly when i touched. I zoned out. It was almost like i was sing a big movie in super fast foward. I saw myself. singing in front of all of these people with 1910-1930 attire. I was really good and than i was at the bar and i saw this girl, she was beautiful dressed like a flapper. it was the same girl at my school only 10 years older. we exchanged grins. WE both obviously knew each other. she slid her skirt up a little and showed me a knife that was strapped to her thigh. And then i opened up my swing style suit jacket and showed her a small pistol. she smiled and i smiled back. She walked over to me and whispered to me, "Ready sunshine?" and kissed me on the cheek. Everything began to speed up i understood everything that had happened. I shot some guy in the head before anyone knew what happened i ran out without anyone seeing me and the woman stabbed the man next to him in the chest and swiftly got away. And then it was like everything skipped to this part where i was laying on the ground with a bullet wound on my chest. I was layin in some dark street. The woman was next to me and was holding my had crying, She slowly to me "your a big wisher." and suddenly a man ran down the deserted street toward the lady she stood up and tried to fight him but he got her and stabbed her in the stomach and she fell to the ground . And then i felt some type of strong pain in the chest and i woke up and i was in the administrators office. the lounge. on the floor. I was confused and i rose up and right next to me it was the girl who i liked. the told us that we had instantly fainted when we touched each other. and they carried us over there. they said we woke up exactly at the same time. Finally when i was able to talk to her i asked what happed to her. Because it only felt like a minute but it was obviously longer than that. She told me she had some kind strange flashback or something. She described exactly what i saw. She told me it was too weird and she wasn't going to thing about it anymore. But i don't know. Something really weird happened. Did we have a past life together?

Can any traditional religion genuinely offer life guidance that is as relevant in the modern world...? ...as "Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen" by Baz Luhrman??? Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life… the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

I had the worst dream of my life I woke up with a nose bleed and sweating? Im scared to go to sleep again because I don't want to dream it anymore...it was terrible! I never had a nose bleed from a dream ever what is going on!? I was at this huge concert mall thing and this girl was showing me around. I mean this mall was huge. This gang just came into the mall and started shooting. I ran over these high fences that cut off half of the mall so I trapped my self trying to get away. Above one of these high fences there was a loft and the gang found me and there were other kids there I went to school with. The leader of the gang was this lady that was suppose to be my mother but she looked nothing like my mom she looked like a joker queen from alex and wonderland. She was p***sed at us for the most stupid reasons and was talking to us while setting the gas pipe to explode kill us all and blow us up, but a boy in the back of the room discovered a water pipe to get rid of that so when she left we thought we all were going to Escape. She told us to lay down and close our eyes and she had this silent gun. I opened my eye a little and she said. Im only going to kill a few of you but she didn't. I could just hear the silent gun and see it going into peoples skull being afraid I was going to be next and I was..It was weird I felt her shoot me in the head and all I saw was blackness no god no nothing but then I realized im still alive although she shot me! but that was because I was dreaming I realized it and woke up. I thought my nose was running but im like this is coming out my nose to fast to be that and my shirt is soaked at the top a little I can still feel the gun shot and point to it because it felt like something going in my head with no pain...because I suppose to be dead. Whats going on...why am I so panicky over a dream?

Is it ok to have two personalities if they don't conflict? First off, I was having a conversation with a girl friend of mine and she mentioned something about "Yea, I know people that just turn the switch off whenever they want" - referring to their personality. If you've seen the movie Hot Fuzz, one character mentions about "turning off the switch" in regards to his police work and personal life. Well, I feel I either have some NPD/BPD type disorder but am totally functional and in control and aware. I feel my mood and personality usually is affected by the type of people that are around, the atmosphere and environment I am in. At home, I like to just be laid back and if anything, just a fun goofy guy. I like all types of music, I love putting reggae on in the morning and opening the windows and have breakfast with the sun shining in. If I go out to a nightclub or in that type of setting (usually a classier place), my mindset changes and I feel different. As if I'm part of the mafia or just someone really important. I used to work for a jewellers and my co-worker and I would always go out after work in our suits and everyone knew us. I would ride to the clubs in my suit and ride my motorcycle and they knew us as the diamond guys. Im that guy in the back puffing his cigar with his lady friend getting kisses and massages. Each has its own sense of humor and each has own behavior.. Apparently I pull both personalities off very well, but I guess one is fake and the other isn't? Or do most people do this? Do ladies understand this from their men? Or is this a disorder I need help for? I can't tell which i really am, people see me in these different mindsets and im sure they wonder as well. Any advice, ideas, insight? Thanks I am now 22 and finishing up my undergrad in accounting by the way. And I guess there is a conflict in that now I dont work at the jewellers any more, and I dont have that exciting part in my life as much. And people dont understand why Im like that when I go out, especially my roommates because im just a chill, down-to-earth guy in the daytime.

Why do social people always think that you have to have lots of friends or you're not normal? Your Question Why do social people always act like you must have lots of friends or you're not normal? I am very busy working and trying to go to school for most of my life. There's not enough time to make friends. Even though I end up going to work or classes, and they were mostly men didn't stay in contact. They have families and they don't want to hear from single lady like me and I didn't have much in common with them to stay in contact. Besides, they didn't feel comfortable because they were married. I couldn't have a social life and often times that made me depressed and the few friends I said didn't think it was important. I don't know how to make myself normal to him because I still don't have enough to socialize and even if i did, I don't think i can bond with many people. Most people like to keep with themselves unless you are more like them and is convenient to them. I still have to go back to school and I had a tough semester and very frustrated that I couldn't get the marks I wanted. Grad school is not an option for me because you have to have all As...I already checked. Most people I talked end up just being acquaintance. They don't want to hang out and I have a busy schedule and so do they have responsibilities like juggling school with family or career with family. Anyhow the social guy is supersmart and makes good money and he has lots of free time after work. I just don't know how to make myself more social if i am not like him and not so smart and don't have enough money. I struggle and he doesn't. He's too laid back because he has everything. I wish my life could be like that too. I am just wondering what i can do to get my life to be like his so I don't seem so weird to him.

Does anyone know where I can find that Life alert commercial with the old lady on the mattress? It starts off with an old lady laying on a mattress and in big red letters you see the word Help! then they zoom to a map of the old lady's house and it shows where the old lady fell and where all her phones are. She can't reach any of the phones. PS: I have a link to the commercial if anyone wants to see it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EP7fvEo-cNo EDIT: the commercial I posted IS THE RIGHT COMMERCIAL, but it's dubbed. EDIT: I'm looking for the commercial NOT DUBBED OR REMIXED! I want the REGULAR commercial

For the ladies-who is the worst lay of your young lives? Ladies I want to know the worst guy you have ever slept with and why he was bad. Premo, Tiny, Orally Challenged, kept putting it somewhere it didn't belong ? I want to know everything the lady with the worst lay will get my pick as best answer...

who is the person in charge of medical needs in this case? 1-old lady, lives with family of 4, her grandchild their spouse an 2 kids. old lady has nurse come 2 xs weekly, and doctor once mnthly, lady had bedsores but refuses to lay any other way. who should take care of bed sores, to prevent infection an promote healing. the family, nurse or DR.

If you have only one mixed CD for the rest of you life? I was thinking about this today. There are certain songs that through and throughout my life, I can listen to over and over again and not get sick of hearing. Even though some maybe dorky. My question is, if you had to make one CD to listen to for the rest of your life, what songs would be on it? It can't have more than 25 songs. 1. Our House by Madness 2. Hey Bulldog by the Beatles 3. Rock n Roll part 1 by Gary Glitter 4. No Cars Go by the Arcade Fire 5. Burning Down the House by the Talking Heads 6. Safety Dance by Men Without Hats 7. Bad Blood by Neil Sedaka 8. Dear Prudence by the Beatles 9. Oh Yoko! by John Lennon 10. Hangin' Tough by the New Kids on the Block 11. Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution by AC/DC 12. What's my Name by the Clash 13. Pour some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard 14. Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode 15. Lay Lady Lay by Bob Dylan

LADIES life is short,, can you relate to this Poem? I find women intriguing deep and spirited much to learn from them.. Hello good Sunday anice Poem for you,,xoxoxo Enjoy this day a new one.... "Forever in Time" Her love is transcended and here I feel, a vibration that makes my lonely heart heal. I see the world bright, through eyes that shine, her love and her care, penetrates space and time. She lays with me in darkness, Late in the night, I drift off with confidence, she appears with delight. Her glow is like fire, her beauty takes me away, to the windows of the past, yet with me she still stays. There we stare into each other's soul, a feeling of peace. seeking shelter from this cruel world, we offer quiet relief. Mountains, valleys, how they seem to rise and then fall, but for now we are bound by the love of our hearts that call. To each other as we drift away, together for the moment, and forever in time.

Do U know this joke, a real side kick of life!!? I came by an Old Folks home yesterday and there was 6 old ladies laying Butt naked on a large beach towel. I thought it odd, but went about my business, ran a few errands and returned to the same site. There was the 6 old ladies, still laying there! I went inside and asked the supervisor, "what is going on outside with those old ladies on the towel?"...She said, 'just a bunch of old whores having a yard sale--half off!'........

what do you think about this short story, A Life of Seasons by Francisco Jimenez? It was the time of year again. Ito, the strawberry sharecropper, did not smile. It was natural. The peak of the strawberry season was over. The last few days the workers, most of them braceros, were not picking as many boxes as they had during the months of June and July. As the last days of August disappeared, so did the number of braceros. Sunday, only one –the best picker –came to work. I liked him. Sometimes we talked during our half-hour lunch break. This is how I found out he was from Jalisco, the same state in Mexico my family was from. That Sunday was the last time I saw him. When the sun had tired and sunk behind the mountains, Ito signaled us that it was time to go home. “Yaesora,” he yelled in his broken Spanish. Those were the words I waited for twelve hours a day, every day, every day, seven days a week. And the thought of not hearing them again saddened me. As we drove home Papa did not say a word did not say a word. With both hands on the wheel, he stared at the dirt road. My older brother Roberto was also silent. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Once in a while he cleared from his throat the dust that blew in from outside. Yes, it was that time of year. When I opened the front door to the shack, I stopped. Everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes. Suddenly I felt even more weight of hours, days, week, and months of work. I sat down on a box. The thought of having to move to Fresno and knowing what was in store for me there brought tears to my eyes. That night I could not sleep. I lay in bed thinking about how much I hated this move. A little before five o’clock in the morning, Papa woke everyone up. A few minutes later, the yelling and screaming of my little brothers and sisters, for whom the move was a great adventure, broke the silence of the dawn. Shortly, the barking of the dogs accompanied them. While we packed the breakfast dishes, papa went outside to start the “Caranchita.” That was the name papa gave his old ’38 black Plymouth. He bought it in a used-car lot in Santa Rosa in the winter of 1949. Papa was very proud of his little jalopy. He had a right to be proud of it. He spent a lot of time looking at other cars before buying this one. When he finally chose the “Caranchita,” he checked it thoroughly before driving it out of the car lot. He examined every inch of the car. He listened to the motor, tilting his head from side to side like a parrot, trying to detect any noise that spelled car trouble. After being satisfied with the looks and sounds of the car, Papa then insisted on knowing who the original owner was. He never did find out from the car salesman, but he bought the car anyway. Papa figured the original owner must have been an important man because behind the rear seat of the car he found a blue necktie. Papa parked the care out in front and left the motor running. “Listo”, he yelled. Without saying a word, Roberto and I began to carry the boxes out to the care. Roberto carried the two big boxes and I carried the two smaller ones. Papa then threw the mattress on top of the car roof and tied it with ropes to the front and rear bumpers. Everything was packed except Mama’s pot. It was an old large galvanized pot she had picked up at an army surplus store in Santa Maria the year I was born. The pot had many dents and nicks, and the more dents and nicks it acquired the more Mama like it. “Mi olla,” she used to say proudly. I held the front door open as Mama carefully carried out her pot by both handles, making sure not to spill the cooked beans. When she got to the car, Papa reached out to help her with it. Roberto opened the rear car door and Papa placed it on the floor behind the front seat. All of us then climbed in. Papa sighed, wiped the seat off his forehead with his sleeve, and said wearily, “Es todo.” As we drove away I felt a lump in my throat. I turned around and looked at our little shack for the last time. At sunset we drove into a labor camp near Fresno. Since Papa did not speak English, Mama asked the camp foreman if he needed and more workers. “We don’t need no more, “ said the foreman, scratching his head. “Check with Sullivan down the road. Can’t miss him. He lives in a big white house with a fence around it.” When we got there, Mama walked up to the house. She went through a white gate, past a row of rose bushes, up the stairs to the front door. She rang the doorbell. The porch light went on and a tall husky man came out. They exchanged a few words. After the man went in, Mama clasped her hands and hurried back to the car. “We have work Mr. Sullivan said we can stay the whole season,” she said, gasping and pointing to an old garage near the stables. The garage was worn out by the years. It had no windows. The walls, eaten by termites, strained to support the roof full of holes. The dirt floor, populated by earthworms, looked like a gray road maps. That night, by the light of a kerosene lamp, we unpacked and cleaned our new home. Roberto swept away the loose dirt, leaving the hard ground. Papa plugged the holes in the walls with old newspapers and tin can tops. Mama fed my little brothers and sisters. Papa and Roberto then brought in the mattress and placed it in the far corner of the garage. “Mama, you and the little ones sleep on the mattress. Roberto, Pancito, and I will sleep outside under the trees,” Papa said. Early next morning Mr. Sullivan showed us where his crop was and after breakfast, Papa, Roberto, and I headed for the vineyard to pick. Around nine o’clock the temperature had risen to almost one hundred degrees. I was completely soaked in sweat and my mouth felt as if I had been chewing on a handkerchief. I walked over to the end of the row; picked up the jug of water we had brought, and began drinking. “Don’t drink to o much; you’ll get sick,” Roberto shouted. No sooner had he said that then I felt sick to my stomach. I dropped to my knees and let the jug roll off my hands. I remained motionless with my eyes glued on the hot sandy ground. All I could hear was the drone of insects. Slowly I began to recover. I poured water over my face and neck and watched the dirty water run down my arms to the ground. I still felt a little dizzy when we took a break to eat lunch. It was past two o’clock and we sat underneath a large walnut tree that was on the side of the road. While we ate, papa jotted down the number of boxes we had picked. Roberto drew designs on the ground with a stick. Suddenly I noticed Pap’s face turn pale as he looked down the road. “Here comes the school bus,” he whispered loudly in alarm. Instinctively, Robertoo and I ran and hid in the vineyards. We did not want to get in trouble for not going to school. The neatly dressed boys about my age got off. They carried books under their arms. After they crossed the street, the bus drove away. Roberto and I came out from hiding and joined Papa. “Tienen que tener cuidado,” he warned us. After lunch we went back to work. The sun kept beating down. The buzzing insects, the wet sweat, and the hot dry dust made the afternoon seem to last forever. Finally the mountains around the valley reached out and swallowed the sun. Within an hour it was too dark to continue picking. The vines blanketed the grapes, making it difficult to see the bunches. “Vamonos,” said Papa, signaling to us that it was time to quit work. Papa then took out a pencil and began to figure out how much we had earned our first day. He wrote down numbers, crossed some out, wrote down some more. “Quince,” he murmured. When we arrived home, we took a cold shower underneath a water hose. We then sat down to eat dinner around some wooden crates that served as a table. Mama had cooked a special meal for us. We had rice and tortillas with “carne con chile,” my favorite dish. The next morning I could hardly move. My body ached all over. I felt little control over my arms and legs. This feeling went on every morning for days until my muscles finally got used to the work. It was Monday, the first week of November. The grape season was over and I could now go to school. I woke up early that morning and lay in bed, looking at the stars and savoring the thought of not going to work and of starting sixth grade for the first time that year. Since I could not sleep, I decided to get up and join Papa and Roberto at breakfast. I did not want to look up and face him. I now he was sad. He was not going to school today. He was not going tomorrow, or next week, or next month. He would not go until the cotton season was over, and that was sometime in February. I rubbed my hands together and watched the dry, acid stained skin fall to the floor in little rolls. When Papa and Roberto left for work, I felt relief. I walked to the top of a small grade nest to the shack and watched the “Carcanchita” disappear in the distance in a cloud of just. Two hours later, around eight o’clock, I stood by the side of the road waiting for school bus number twenty. When it arrived I climbed in. Everyone was busy either talking or yelling. I sat in an empty sear in the back. When the bus stopped in front of the school. I felt very nervous. I looked out the bus window and saw boys and girls carrying books under their arms. I put my hands in my pockets and walked to the principals’ office. When I entered I heard a woman’s voice say, “May I help you?” I was startled. I had not heard English for months. For a few seconds I remained speechless. I looked at the lady who waited for an answer. My fist instinct was to answer her in Spanish, but I held back. Finally, after struggling for English words, I managed to tell her that I wanted to enroll in the sixth grade. After answering many questions, I was led to the classroom. Mr. Lema, the sixth grade teacher, greeted me and assigned me a desk. He then introduced me to the class. I was so nervous and scared at that moment when everyone’s eyes were on me that I wished I was with Papa and Roberto picking cotton. After taking roll, Mr. Lema gave the class the assignment for the first hour. “The first things we have to do this morning is finish reading the story we began yesterday,” he said enthusiastically. He walked up to me, handed me an English book, and asked me to read. “We are on page 125,” he said politely. When I heard this I felt the blood rush to my head; I felt dizzy. “Would you like to read?” he asked hesitantly. I opened the book to page 125. My mouth was dry. My eyes began to water. I could not begin. “You can read later,” Mr. Lema, said understandingly. For the rest of the reading period I kept getting angrier and angrier with myself. I should have read, I thought to myself. During recess I want into the restroom and opened my English book to page 125. I began to read in a low voice, pretending I was in class. There were many words I did not know. I closed the book and headed back to the classroom. Mr. Lema was sitting at his desk correcting papers. When I entered he looked up ant me and smiled. I felt better. I walked up to him an asked if he could help me with the new words. “Gladly,” he said. The rest of the month I spent my lunch hours working on English with Mr. Lema, my best friend at school. One Friday during lunch hour Mr. Lema asked me to take a walk with him to the music room. “Do you like music?” he asked me as we entered the room. “Yes, I like corridos,” I answered. He then picked up a trumpet, blew on it and handed it to me. The sound gave me goose bumps. I knew that sound. I had heard it in many corridos. “How would you like to learn how to play it?” he asked. He must have read my face because before I could answer he added, “I’ll teach you how to play it during gout lunch hours.” That day I could hardly wait to get home to tell Papa and Mama the great news. As I got off the bus, my little brothers and sisters ran up to meet me. They were yelling and screaming. I thought they were happy to see be but when I opened the door to our shack, I saw that everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes.

My lady is stuck in her ways, big time!? The only things she likes to to do is lay around watching tv or movies at home, or going to the bar to go drinking. She has very little interest in anything else, and she has few friends. What can I do to help her realize there are better things in life that she could be doing?

The life of a shelter dog, I wanted to share this with everyone. Some have seen it before and some have not? "How Could You?" By Jim Willis When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was bad, you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" –but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because you said ice cream is bad for dogs), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through your heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" –still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy! Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love". As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked their fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch –because your touch was now so infrequent –and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waiting for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and them will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear and hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you; that you had changed your mind –that this was a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body I lay down sleepily, looking into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps she understood my dogspeak because she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned or have to fend for myslef: a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, my beloved master, that I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End A note from the author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American shelters. I just read both "A Dogs Plea" and " A Chained Dogs Plea" They too made me cry.

To all the chill, down to earth, laid back ladies out there? I just want to say y'all are awesome. It just seems like they get harder to find nowadays. And the ones I do meet, I get attracted to very quickly. It's probably because of they fact they don't let too much bother them, they're peaceful, calm , enjoy the little things in life, and kind of just let things happen. I'd say I value that over anything else. Are they still out there? note: I am NOT trying to get a date on yahoo answers, haha

Athiests, Jewish, Muslims & All- Lady Suri says Isaiah 52:13-53:12 The one to die for our sins is_LoL u agree? Lady Suri in my last question said -well look at this and think who is this talking about-then i will tell you what she said-LOL Isaiah 52:13-53:12 "He will be exaulted, and made very high. He will already have been marred more than any man. (Ok she says this even as we continue -this is speaking of Israel -why cant people see-are they spiritually blind???) Ok when will Israel be exaulted, after being marred more than any man???? "He will be despised and rejected and lay down his life to make atonement for sins." when did israel lay down its life innocent for its own sins? "All we like sheep have gone astray and the Lord will make to light on Him the iniquity of us all." Holy Isaiah said that he was a sinner, and this one would take all our sins. "He will die with the wicked and be burried with the rich." when did israel die? when was it burried with the rich??? " He will see his seed and prosper." I and millions today of Jewish and gentiles too are Messiah's seed

I answered a question on how do you know if your Bi-& got best answer-yet is Bi or Jesus new life the best? IF SATAN COMES TO ME -as Jesus says he comes to decieve destroy and kill, and is the father of lies, who can come as a creature of light. what I do is rebuke him in the blood of Jesus-works for me -and I have cast out deamons from people as well as in Jesus name healed many-that desired to serve Jesus better-I dont pray for healing for those that only desire to serve themselves or the devil-even if they are decieved and his best deception is to help others to think he doesnt exist. this may inspire you too=truely I am sorry for things I have done in the past living in sin. Yet today I am living my life dream-traveling sharing the gospel in Russia, Israel and more and living in the joy of Jesus salvation, If I wasnt living this new life -I would regret what i never did because I had money as a rich Jewish guy, but was so empty I was going to commit suicide -money couldnt buy me happiness. So I say they are equal as to what I would rather. and this is what helped me to see the things to regret and how not to regret them anymore and live my life dream every day=some issues this is dealing with these issues, and salvation is the answer to self confidence and marriage-never give up-I this helped me alot too in this area=Romans 1 Some are unthankful to God and worship the created instead of the creator and are turned over to a reprobate mind to do what is unseamly. Ist Corinthians gives the answer to blind people too-"And such WERE some of you, but you have been cleansed by the blood of Jesus. "For by grace are you saved through faith, it is the gift of God not of works lest anyone should boast." Ephesians 2:8&9 JESUS IS RIGHT! WE HAVE to bring salvation by Jesus the Lord our Tzedak =The Lord is our righteousness Isaiah 53 explains how the Lord becomes our righteousness at the destruction of the temple Jesus had already given the sacrifice of blood for sin Moses explained "The life of the flesh is in the blood and I have given it upon the altar to make atonement for your souls." Leviticus 17:11 believe Moses and the promised Messiah atonement it is helping people of their faith and can also be used though rarely to help people that personally know the religious people's Messiah Jesus. because they love the Messiah Jesus and all others. Isaiah 9:6 "Unto us a child is born a son is given, and he will be almighty GOD, and the Prince of Peace." Isaiah 52:13-53:12 states "He shall lay down his life to make atonement for our sins." thus we get to chose our life style with power to live right from a Messiah that will save us and be our best friend, and helping others, or helping others to be our own savior thinking we are earning our way to heaven. praying for you and best wishes too that you stand up for what Jesus would rather do too-live and help others to live and you will be a victor going through life - peace-David a woman said they are hypocrites, well I would rather be in a group with hypocrites than go to hell tormented forever gnashing teeth, weeping forever for rejecting salvation-Revelation 19-22nd chapters and heavens joy is described there too. In hell do you want your forever weeping to be with the words-I wouldnt listen-they were so wrong-while you see the wrong ones near you gnashing their teeth too one lady gave me the best answer when the athiest and others that serve satan gave me 0 good and 6 bad on the votes-she said im a christian i was just going through a weird faze in the bible it says Jesus is always right and he inspired the men to write the bible so i know it is right!!!rock on and my response to her and you-believe the truth= AS in the city of Sodom-and as promised for the last days-who would have believed-our grandparents cant believe that today as the bible says-"they will call evil good and good evil." " As it was in the days of Noah so shall it be in the second coming of the son of man, lust and divorce, hearts growing cold to true love, and worshiping each other Romans 1 instead of God. -but deamonic thoughts can influence along with others caught in the addiction- I know many delivered too thanks but have you tried both? ok to that answer but the bible is alot longer-this way you get the facts in 1 thousandth less words-and salvation is worth it or do you think living bi is the way to fly till the next life in -well I talk about that place above IS THE NEW LIFE in Jesus or bi the best? wow the first very long answer says God made people gay-- is he a comedian-that is like anyone pleading to a judge God made me this way-so I am ok and you cant send me to prison. God made you a male or female-God dont make mistakes-even with the fall of man and deamons-people get to chose what they desire to be and that is a fact-yet a lady is still a female but she can be a good one and marry have a nice family and live for Jesus or any other kind of one too what DO YOU THINK IS BETTER BI OR living for Jesus in the NEW LIFE? THANKS David please answer the question-read more if you care for truth-for many that isnt even an idea like as it was for me to consider-why look at truth when i know Jesus is wrong. I am not fustrated -I am happy I got best answer and I have to report you you didnt answer the question-normally i dont but -as you wish mr prince will you simply answer the question to other people -is Bi or Jesus new life the best OK I WILL honestly believe the last answer minus his cussing =- what does = Is Bi or Jesus new life best? is it better to be bi sexual or have Jesus new life-which is better?

Which one of these John Conlee songs do you like best? Rose Colored Glasses Friday Night Blues As Long As I'm Rockin' With You Way Back Miss Emilly's Picture I'm Only In It For the Love The Carpenter Common Man Lady Lay Down Back Side of Thirty Domestic Life Busted The Old School Everyone that answered thanks. Give another thumbs up to everyone for me.

what is the bible? a lady said no one knows who wrote Revelation-do you? im Jewish and let Jesus in my heart! who wrote the bible? "Holy men of God wrote as they were moved by the Spirit of God" Peter - "All scripture is given by the inspiration of God (God breathed through his disciples) and is profitable for doctrine instruction in righteousness... what do u live by-do u believe Jesus or do u follow another god of self seeking? Isaiah said our Messiah would be marred more than any man (chapter 52 vs 14 "He will lay down his life as our lamb sacrifice and make atonement for our sins (Isaiah 53) also in that chapter-Holy Isaiah wrote vs 6 "All we like sheep have gone astray and the Lord will make to light on him the iniquity of us all" well i believe my Jewish scriptures-some come here and say they want to debate and that they are Jewish and im not -because i believe Isaiah-and they dont-why not pray for them to come out of darkness and see the light-thanks alot friends-peace shalom and who do u think wrote the bible-Jesus said heaven and earth shall pass but my words will notPass" Revelation chapter 1 vs 1 The revelation of Jesus the Messiah given to John" pretty simple who wrote it but if u dont read it who knows

a lady keeps saying-u cant be Jewish if you believe the Jewish Messiah-is she right?Im Jewish i believeJesus!? Jesus is predicted to be our Messiah and the Messiah for all people--Isaiah 7vs14 to be born God with us a sign miracle to a virgin, Isaiah 9 vs 6 "Unto us a child is born a Son is given, and he will be the prince of peace, the almighty God, and the wonderfull counselor." the two commings of the Messiah is found in Isaiah 52 vs 13- 52 vs 12 He will be exualted but first marred more than any man, and lay down his life despised and rejected, and will make atonement for our sins." truth is -to be Jewish you have to know the Messiah-if u dont know Jesus you may say your an elepahnt but your not-Jewish means to believe the Jewish scriptures-otherwise your only physically Jewish-that is why those that reject the Messiah-say they are Jewish and so are athiest Jews, etc-because the common bond is REJECTION OF THE JEWISH MESSIAH! PRAY and share with my Jewish people-have faith and witness-and my Jewish people and muslims that are fakes why not trustJesus

A lady cursed in my last ?at me-she says she is Jewish yet rejects-Moses-blood atonement Lev.-what do u think? Leviticus 17 vs 11 "The life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have given it to make atonement for your souls." For the day of atonement / Yom kippur it was sacrificed Isaiah explains it-chapter 52vs13-53vs12 "He will be exaulted, but first marred more than any man. He will lay down his life as a lamb, despised and rejected, and make atonement for our sins. well no Messiah -no blood atonement-then she rejects Moses and Isaiah-isnt Jewish and she says she follows buddah-delusion must run in her life -Ms I. Nadler is her name she said it in the last question i asked pray for her and write these scriptures to easily prove to my people that claim to be Jewish but follow man made ideas rather than the God of Isaiah and Moses commands. have a great day and i did forgive her-i dont hold grudges-thanks to the Messiah-he helps me care about everyone heart and soul for their best-young and old-and i already have the one i Lord willin2Marry-so its all good pray for her too-thank sorry it was 2 questions ago and have the nicest eve ever-[peace up} Ms Nadler also in her description says she is an agnostic-which means doesnt know if there is a God-Hello how may she be a praiser of God-a true Jewish person if she says she dont even know if there is a God, no wonder she dont got a clue what Moses says about what God commands-pray more for her please-and thanks the high priest had to offer the blood sacrifice till it was fulfilled-for atonement-no other sin offering was for the whole nations sins-flour didnt work for that one. and as Isaiah said the Messiah would fulfill it -so we didnt need the temple once done once and for all our atonement

something similar to life alert? is there some company that if you dont call in say in 3 days will call you to see if you're alive?? life alert is for people who are injured. im more interested in something for people with no family, no friends so that if you're dead you dont lay there for 5 years like Isabella Purves a lady in scotland who was dead in her apt for 5 years. i dont have anyone...

Can a penis be multi colored? When i roll the foreskin from my penis there is a dark ring around it, its not dirt i've had it all my life, also on the head it is kinda of splotchy not really noticeable though. There is also a spot on my shaft but i believe it is just a birth mark. Is the ring a birthmark also? Im kind of tired of explaining this to ladies before I lay them down. Any help?

Can anyone help me with the title to this fantasy book? The book is about two women going around Europe looking for paranormal things, (like tours, seances, etc for info for one of the womens books she is writing) and they go up to this spot which is supposed to be overcome with paranormal activity and one of the women lay down in that spot while the other goes back to find her camera, and gets given a gift from a fairy on the run. (the gift is the weather, aka a storm cloud starts following her) and since she is given the gift she has to go through certain trials to become (I cannot remember the name of the job title) and during her trials she is being investigated for the disapearance of the fairy who gave her the gift. Along the way they meet this man who keeps going in and out of their lives, and she finds out that the fairy is actually living a life as a human, etc (they have to go to the fairy plane to go through a few trials and get judged by these three ladies I cant really remember details past that.

Can a psychic help me figure out what my nightmares are about? Ok so far, I have had four nightmares that I can vividly remember. I am going to explain them and if I could get some explanations I would appreciate it! Nightmare #1 I was asleep, and in my dream I was talking to this teenage boy.In my dream I knew him, but in real life I don't know who he is. We were in a barn outside and he was to the right of me. I think there was normal color cause I saw green trees outside the window. All of a sudden, he said my name and then: "Lets go find the killer" As he said this his eyes turned red and he was looking straight at me. In real life my eyes shot open and my body felt frozen. I was laying next to my husband. In my mind I kept seeing these horrific images passing. I heard a voice in my head, it was telling me to kill my husband. I told me I had it in me... soon after I woke up and I was sobbing uncontrollably. 45 minutes later I was still awake, because I couldn't fall asleep. I was reading a book by myself, and I looked over at my husband. His eyes were slightly opened. I was all "Babe? Are you awake?" He didn't respond, but then he moaned. I went over to him and tapped him. His body broke out in goosebumps. He didn't wake so i shook him. He woke up looked at me and looked confused. He didn't tell me what happened till the next morning. But this is what he dreamed of. Right after I woke up the first time, his mom came running down along with a lady who lived with us. They were asking what went wrong. My husband started explaining what happened. All of a sudden both his mom and the lady who lived with us ran out of the room. I got scared and ran out as well. He said he knew he was dreaming at that point and started screaming in his dream to try and get me to wake him up. But in real life he was only moaning. He went back to bed, but i couldn't, so I stayed up another 5 hours reading. Nightmare #2 Ok so I was sleeping in really late. I felt really groggy and tired. It was just about eleven o'clock I assume. I woke up and the closet light was on, cause I always leave it on. But then I noticed Sylvia(The lady who used to live with us) was sitting at the foot of my bed. There was something wrong with this picture because Sylvia was out of town. I knew I was dreaming. She was saying something along these lines: "He is dark, Evil, Heavy and he is in here." I then woke up, and looked around the room. Sylvia wasn't in the room so i knew i had woken up for real. The room felt very thick and heavy. I felt like i was in a bottle of molasses. After that it was really confusing. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness. I felt like I couldn't stay awake, and it seemed to go on for like 30 minutes. I finally got up for the day and turned on the light. Nightmare #3 In this dream, my husband and I were sitting on the bed. And behind us there was this shelf that isn't there in real life. On the shelf was a bunch of weird viles or bottles and other sorts of things. Keaton was talking to me about something, I just can't remember what. In front of our bed there was this old stove, and inside was an orange fire. The room was very dim. I looked at Keaton and he was changing. He grew older and his skin turned brown. His fingers grew long and skinny, he had an extra joint. I got scared of him. I was saying "Babe why did you have to change? I want you to change back! Your fingers are scary, and I don't want you touching me" He said he can't change back and that I was soon going to change with him. He was so creepy in my dream and that's all I can remember. Nightmare #4 I was back home in Texas driving in my parents tan suburban. We were about to pass my old school bus. It was stopped and the door kept opening and closing really fast. We stopped the car and I got on the bus. The bus driver told me that something kept opening and closing the door even when the bus was in motion. He said he couldn't control the door. My sister Mabel was on the bus, she said that she thought there was a spirit on the bus. She wanted for me to try and talk to it. But my parents started honking the horn. I had to leave. I was trying to get off the bus. I was prying the bus door open. I got it open but I was trying to pass through the doorway. It was really hard, I felt like I was walking through jello. The air was really thick and heavy. I was then back in the suburban. My sister Evelyn was in the seat behind me. I was on the front seat and I was on all fours. I was saying something like: "His presence is dark, and evil, he dwells with in" (not sure EXACTLY what i was saying) My voice was very deep and i felt really weird. like my mind was frozen. My parents were telling me to stop fooling around. I woke up and i was really scared. I felt uneasy and it was hard to fall back asleep.

Was this lady trying to make me jealous and why? Ok, so theres this lady i met like in the beginning of july. My grandma told me she knew her a little bit and that she had a daughter and i should introduce myself to her (the lady). So I did one day. The lady was telling about how her and her daughter were christians and how they go to church and bible study all the time, and that her daughter is getting ready to go to college and stuff like that. So like a couple weeks later, the lady invited me over her house, her daughter wasnt there at the time though. We were talking, i thought she was a very nice lady and stuff, she was talking about how she used to see me when i was younger (im 17 now) and how she used my mom and dad, and she talked about her daughters bf and how smart both of them were and stuff, i thought she was really nice, i really liked her. I finally met her daughter, her daughter wasnt what i expected her to be, she seemed like just a normal teenager to me, not this extraordinary person her mom wanted me to believe, but i really liked the girl she was cool and laid back. So anyway last night, i went over the ladys house again, we were watching this micheal jackson thing that came on tv, and she kept talking about how ugly and weird he looked, and how she didnt liek how janet jackson looked and stuff like that. And she kept talking about how ugly this guy who she thought was my grandpa is, and talked about how he tryed to get with her. Then I asked her how her daughter got to grow her hair so long, then she said it was just natural and effortless for her, she said it like in a way letting me know that i couldnt achieve that hair (I know i can though). Then she started talking about all this stuff her daughter has and what she does and stuff like that, trying to make it seem like they both just have like a perfect relationship and a perfect life. Then she started talking about how her daughters in shape, and talking about this lady on tv about how shes so chunky and she used to be pretty when she was skinny. And then she said that she used to be in real good shape, but not shes wears a 7 in jeans...like thats suppose to be fat to her. Then she looks at my legs and doesnt say anything...i wear a 9/10 in jeans. Then i said, well there are alot of thick curvy girls (not fat) that are beautiful and their bodies are look amazing too, and she just looked at me. Whats her problem?

What is the title of this story? I remember it was in a literature book, yet I don't remember when it was written. I seem to remember that the story is told by the person who is researching what happened. The story is about a woman who, a few days after her wedding, kills her husband while he sleeps. The years go on; the neighbors view her as a hermit and little is known of her life, but that she peers out the windows at them sometimes. Eventually, the neighbors begin to complain of a smell coming from the house. The old lady dies shortly after. While the authorities are going through her personal belongings, they come upon a closed door. When they open this, they find a bed with the remains of a man wrapped in the nightclothes he had been wearing. And beside him in the bed, there was an impression in the mattress. An impression from the wife's body where she lay beside her husband every night.

What hotel in Jamaica would be better to stay at The Grand Palladium Lady Hamilton or RIU in Ocho Rios? I have been looking at both these hotels and I was wondering if someone could help me out. I have looked at the reviews on Trip advisor but I want some more information. I know the Lady Hamilton has bad reviews but I can get a good deal on it but at the same time I dont want to waste money if I am going to have a horrible time. I have been looking at the RIU and it loks like fun!! I really like the Lady Hamilton because it looks GORGEOUS!! THE POOL!!!! Soo pretty!! Has anyone stayed at these two and has a preference??? I am 21 years old and I am traveling with my cousin who is 23... We want a hotel that has an exciting nightlife and where there is something always to do!! We want to lay out and have some drinks!!! We want a hotel where there wont be a dull moment..But we also want a hotel that is very beautiful!! I think the lady hamilton is soooo beautiful but it has such bad reviews... And the RIU looks like it has a good night life but I heard it was dirty??? I want to know if the lady hamilton does have things to do at night time and we wont be upset that we picked that hotel... or should we go to the RIU cause I heard it was alot of fun.. Also does the RIU have beach partys every night or just some night?? cause we will be traveling from monday and leaving friday morning... If someone could please help me out on these two hotels I would love to know your feedback!! thanks sooo much!!!

Again, another from the lady in red. Do you know the answer yet? TOO CLOSE TO HOME I go to my house and my key goes in the antique lock. Tumblers slide like butter. With relief I smell the ever familiar sage. I lay my bags down and go to my room. And there she lies, the lady in red! "Who the hell are you?" I ask. "Why have you come, immortal and tired, joyful in life?" Those hooded eyes, haunted by angels, looked into mine. Suddenly I knew that face. "I'm all," she said, "I'm all of your potential. So what shall you be, a mortal or goddess?" Which shall I choose? The first - http://answers.yahoo.com/question/?qid=20080409060439AA5bfEa The second - http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AtOLgSCbg2kriMdGIgfOp8Dsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20080409140453AAKXQWy

Director wants to go on a date with me, or she'll lay me off? I work with a Fortune 500 company, and our company is going through financial crisis and they are laying people off. My issue is with my company Director. She's the person who hired me, gave me a big raise/bonus, helped me career advancement. Anyhow, I rarely talk to her, but I have a feeling she likes me because everyday she continues to flirt with me. It started getting weird when she would buy/order me lunch and delivered to my desk. Don't get me wrong! I'm 100% straight male and thought of it, but I can not mix business with pleasure. Don't want to be a sex slave. She's a very beautiful lady, in her late 20's, great body, overall great personality, and educated (Master's degree). But again, I just don' t mix business with pleasure. Plus, she has been dating someone for 3 1/2 years, but tells me she would break up with him for me. (I told you everyday at work is weird for me...) I've been with the company for 6 months now, and each day I work it gets more strange. She comes to my cubicle talk/flirts with me for a long period of time, invites me to her office 5-6 times a week for small talk/meetings (when our normal department meeting is scheduled once a month), and invites me to happy hours every time (What confuses me is that I'm the only on cc'd on the e-mail). She tells me I am the sunshine in her life..... Now that it's year end, she has to make her final decision and decide which employees to lay off. Yesterday, she set up a meeting with me (like always) and told me, I either go on a date with her or I'd be one to get laid off... I was thinking of reporting her, but with the whole process it's going to be a mess. Plus, CEO's, CFO's and people who are higher than her wouldn't believe me because she is professiona/gorgeous and wouldn't have the chance with her. They would think I'm lying to stay with the company. I was thinking of looking for another job, but I get paid 6 figures here with a degree that doesn't pertain to this field, and the job market is slow. I love my job, but I have to make a decision. PLEASE HELP! She is a very pretty lady in her

if that lady that was featured on Jesus Camp is so determined to see God's Word spread, why doesn't she go why is she asking little kids to become so fanatical in their faith that they lay down their lives? if she's so determined to see Christianity spread, why doesn't she set an example by going out and doing instead of preaching to a bunch of kids who can't decide for themselves what they believe?

How do I get over loosing the love of my life???? My girlfriend dumped me 02-02-07 I am not over it, we never had a cross word never raised our voices. Her mother died of female cancer last August and the girlfriend has has a hisdirectomy before I met her and she now has pre cancer cells and there is nothing to remove. She is also going to church again. She said that she feels guilty for having sex and guilty for not having sex with me. We did not have sex for almost 3 months before the "dumping" and I never bothered her for it. I figured it would happen when she was ready. I love her more than anything, I sit at home on the weekends and I sometimes get real sad and even cry. I feel like a part of me had died, like I am dying. I do not know what to do, where to turn without someone laughing at me or saying that I am stupid. I fell in love with this lady the first time I laid my 2 eyes on her. She is the "one" for me and I know it. I hope someone could lead me in the right direction. I need to get better soon. I want to get better.

If it was proven that Life after Death exists, would that prove that God (or a higher power) exists? i ask, because as a sophomore in college... one night, while living in an oooooold house, as i laid into bed, the ghost of an old lady walked into my room and sat on my bed. i know i said like a loony tune, and i havent told many people about this, but it happened and it was unmistakable! she took 3 or 4 steps and sat on the side of my bed.. as i reached up to touch her, she disappeared.. so to me, it has been proven that life after death exists.. does that prove that God exists? how else can any life form survive without a brain or heart.

Ladies, do you think that life for WOMEN will become BETTER or WORSE when BARACK OBAMA is "president" ? Because of the faschist and dictatorship type climate that has settled beneath us for the last 8 years. I agree that the Bush Administration has underminded and disregarded many rights of women. Too many to list here. But with all of those marches in DC during the Bush era, it is clear that there are many issues that have gone unsung when it comes to the well being and empowerment of women. With that being said. Barack Obama has laid down the foundation and has created the catalyst for a major change, when it comes to the rights of minorities and women at large. Do you think that life will be better or worse for women, when Barack Obama is president.

i go to shaw's supermarkets and i hear this song with a lady singer, and need to know the song.? When i go to shaw's supermarkets, i hear this song by a lady singer, and i love it. i just can't hear the lyrics and she talks about laying around and thinking, something like that. but the chorus goes something like ahahahaha...repeated a couple times and end with "in this life...ahahaha", if anyone knows what song i'm talking about please tell me. thanks much.

Im centering my life on girls please help? i dunoo what the heck is wrong with me but for the past 1 week ive been laying off gym and night school, im just becoming lazy and i feel sad if you wanna put it that way. The reason for this might be because i haven't been doin that good of job with the ladies this past month (im pretty much not doin a good job talkin to the girl{s} i like) and this is puttin me down alot. usually when its all goin good with the ladies i feel motivated and you can say do good in life. please i need some advice i dunno what the heck to do i gotta stop this asap caus im in 12th grade n i cant fall back on school work at all Just in case your not clear on my question here it is in other words my mood is altered by the way my social life is with girls and i dont know how to stop this Thanks Emily, and i actually hang out with my guy friends alot doin guy stuff. But my problem is that this year i dunno why i wanna go out with someone more than ever and the girls i like dont like me. and the ones i dont like do like me lol soo badd.

What do you think of my poem? It's call Granny's boy. Once there was an old lady, brought up the bastard son of a son, passed away at sixty three, after some basketball games on TV. The boy lay his life on the table, gambles a hand or two, a legacy from his grandma's death, ,man he's living on the edge.Too much time on his hand, too much memories weighing on him, he secretly hoped for, memories of the good old times, would fly away like little paper planes. The boy never remembers, the old lady's annivasary. A garden of flowers to forgive, his heart's really not at ease. Somedays when he remembers, rain kept falling on his knees. Troubles and sorrows, a bit of wine kept him under sanity. Paper planes, paper planes, fly away.................. Troubles and sorrows fades away. The boy makes a secret wish, as the last autumn leaf touches the ground, the old lady would beckon to him, from among the trees, they'll both leave and fly away...........

I'm self publishing, please read this insert and offer your feed back.? I’d decided to get up and go to church the following Sunday despite the splitting headache that I’d woken up with. I sat in the front row, as usual, as the choir marched in singing, “Jesus is on the main line! Tell him what you want! Oh, Jesus is on the main line tell him what you want! Jesus is on the main line tell him what you want, just call him up and tell him what you want!” I rocked side to side, singing along with them and the rest of the congregation. There was no other choir like Holy Temple Baptist Church’s choir. There was no church service like Holy Temple’s anywhere in the U.S. as far as I was concerned. I had a special attachment to that church. The Senior pastor, Bishop King, actually recruited me in Wal-mart early one Saturday morning while I was looking through the medicine aisle for something that would settle my ailing stomach. I’d been hanging over the toilet all night regurgitating everything in me due to my consumption of four Long Island teas topped off with an Apple Martini at the Author’s Lounge with Tomeka—whom I’d only known for one week. We had been celebrating my new job at the gift shop. I was squatting, reading the label on the back of a Dramamine box, when I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and was immediately aggravated with this forty something year old man who was standing behind me with an all too phony grin. “Good morning, Young Lady.” I couldn’t believe he still spoke to me after I’d given him the look of hell and rolled my eyes at him. “Good morning.” I stood up as I spoke to him. I was not in the mood for hearing about how he was so unhappy with his wife and how he wanted to take care of me on the side, and so on, and so forward. “Upset stomach this morning?” I backed away. He was definitely too close for comfort. I was not impressed by his audacity to get all in my business. I hesitantly replied, “Yea.” He kept grinning and I kept getting more annoyed with him. I began to walk away, and he stopped me. “What is your name young lady?” I turned around, fed up with him, and said, “Why?” He was surprised by my rude response and probably irritated with me. He looked at me and said, “I apologize if I offended you. My name is Larry, Larry King, and I was drawn to you.” I cut my eyes at him and he quickly reacted. “It was nothing sexual.” He waved his hands as if to motion no. “I was drawn to you by the Holy Spirit. I am an ordained minister and I have a strong connection to God. The Spirit led me to make contact with you. I don’t know what you are going through, but I sense that you need prayer.” As he spoke those words all my negative feelings dissipated. Somehow, in all of my dysfunction, I could tell that he was very sincere. I extended my hand. “Please forgive me. My name is Lisa, Lisa Arbors. It’s a pleasure meeting you. You were right. I am not feeling well. I’ve been up all night throwing up.” He grinned. “No need to apologize, Lisa. I completely understand. Do you mind if I pray for you?” I honestly wished he would leave me alone. All I wanted to do was take my Dramamine, drink a Sprite, and go to bed. I replied with half a smile that took every bit of effort I had to muster. “Sure, if you’d like.” He reached out and laid his hand in the center of my stomach right there on the medicine aisle in Wal-mart. We both closed our eyes and bowed our heads. He began to pray. “Dear God, my rock of Salvation, Perfect Prince of Peace. I come to you this morning on behalf of my sister, your daughter Lisa, Lisa Harbors.” I guess he didn’t hear my name correctly, but I knew that God would know what he meant. “Lord, she needs you today, she needs you everyday. Lord you know the needs down to every detail. You know her destiny and what you need from her in order for her to fulfill it. Give her the strength to walk in your light. Give her the courage to submit to you the way you would have her do so. Give her direction. Heal her from all sickness. Demand the Devil be removed from her life in every area.” As Bishop King prayed, his voice rose and I began to feel very uncomfortable. I opened one of my eyes in order to get a peak to see if anyone was watching. And, as I suspected, we’d drawn a crowd. I was grateful for Bishop’s concern, but deep down, I wanted the show that we were putting on to cease. I’d lost track of what Bishop was saying at this point, it all sort of sounded muffled, sort of how Charlie Brown’s teacher sounded when Charlie was off somewhere in his own imagination. I said, “Amen,” and, “Thank you, sir.” Bishop King got the drift without me having to put up a fight, and brought the prayer to a close. I thanked him again as I quickly gazed at the audience that we’d drawn. He held both my hands in his hands. “Lisa, I want to invite you to my church. I think you will like it.” I shook my head. “OK.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card with all of his church info on it. “Please stop by anyt

I need to get a pretty lady... but i have a problem? Ladies? All I do is work, go to the gym, go home, eat, watch t.v. for a bit, take a shower, go to sleep. I've been single for about a yr and a half... and I basically have like two guy friends right now. I was pretty surprised at how many women I was meeting going on dates with until like mid summer of this year. Now my life is back to repetitive, boring.. blah blah blah. I have nowhere to meet women without like making it seem I need to get laid. ( i do by the way ). The Gym? pff... Work? pff the mall? pff... the bar? pff shh fff... i need some good advice here ladies. I'm 22 a male from LA california and fucking good looking dammit

My Marriage life - Not happy? am an asian man who got married to an australian asian woman a year back. am 27 and she is 37 and she also has a kid 9yrs from previous marriage. the problem is that we where never been living happily so long. this is my first marriage and it suck heaps. conflicts, arguments and fights are everydays issue. am new to australia and i have no idea how to live and survive here. i struggle for my everyday job as a waiter in a restaurant and get 300$ a week. i will have to pay my share 150$ a week for home rent(total 300$). i got laid off and had no job for nearly 4months. she earns 700$a week. the problem i face is, 1) i would be constantly discouraged by her for my inability to earn a lot. 2) she earns and she stands tall. most occasions i keep my ass shut to avoid arguments. 3) i dont have freedom to do most of the things in my life. cant have a beer even a week, cannot have friends coming home, treated like a child equivalent to that kid. despite me telling her am not your child am ya husband. 4) get thretened to go back to asia if i stand up and talk for me. 5) constant winge about things that it my fault and i am a looser. 6) once i was talking to my american friend over fone, she suspect that she is my affair and punched my very bad and say "fuck off" to US. 7) calling me ugly words as if its nothing, like "mother-fucker" "bastard" 8) it will be worse if she has her period, oh god i can't explain how bad it went one-day. she threw all my cloths outside our bedroom. now i sleep in a spare room like a junk. 9) i always thought asian woman have self control and well matured but jus a flip-side. 10) my visa is still on process, havent got my temporary resident yet. she keeps threatening me that she can send me back to third-world into slums. 11) she has done the same to her other marriage partner, she blames it on him. i dont know how far its true. he is a chinese man, calls her mobile some time to talk to his son. she ill treats him too. 12) i don know what to do at this moment. i spoke to some asian ladies in town about this and they seems to be nice and disappointed with her behavior. i introduced a Philippines woman who was my co-worker but she put an attitude and wouldn't mingle. apparently she has no close friends, some friends here and there but they dont know anything about her. she doesnt keep any contact with anyone,only if need help. i know there is a lot of complaints about my dear wife but its jus not easy living like that. its so depressing for me and her too. she has to sides, she cries or she behaves like a baby. nothing normal in her behavior. NOW pls tell me what to do. i can think for myself friends. am feeling so low and so let down. i am calm and patient, there would be some hurricane now and then when i burst out after all my patients.

Why is she so worried about MY life? Well this lady got custody of me when I was younger and I've been staying with her for quite a while. I'm 18 now so she's no longer my guardian. We never really been close and I honestly don't like some of the things she does. I now have a baby and I'm still with the father of my child. He used to work but they laid him off and now he plans to go to Job Corps. He dresses how he feels comfortable and she always talks about how he sags and basically just criticizes him. She doesn't allow him to stay the night, barely eat, or shower over here. Which I understand because it's her house. I'm grown now and I want to have a real family. I want to move into my own place because I get tired of hearing her criticize him and I mean I can't even have people over if I want them to. I'm applying for public housing and I mean I know it's not the best place to live, but I just want to live under my own rules ya know? And she was like so you're going to make the food for you and your baby stretch just to feed him? I was like that's the father of my child and he's a good father at that. If I want to feed him then that's what I'm going to do. I mean am I suppose to be selfish and cold hearted just because you don't like him? And then I was like he helps me with the baby and I appreciate that because it's not alot of men out here that do that with their children. And she said, "Oh so you're weak?" I was like no i'm not weak I can take care of my child by myself by all means! I just appreciate the fact that he's here for her ya know? And she said well I would think about my child first. And that it's sad that my child would have to tell her friends that I live in the projects. I'm thinkin well damn are you going to pay 700 a month for me to get an apartment. No! Well then..keep ya comments to urself. I thank God for what I have now and I don't complain about what I don't have. Like I said I know it's not the best place to live but atleast my daughter and I will have a roof over my head. Anyways, I'm just wondering why does she always criticize him and put her 2 cents in about what I want to do with my life? Do you think she's right or wrong? She's just ridiculous because one day I was going to bring my baby to her job so her friends at her work could see her and my baby's father was with me because he went to my appointment with me. And she was like are you just going to catch the bus home because I don't want him at my job saggin. I'm think.. why does he have to impress those people? Why does he have to impress you? He's not your man or your son so why are u worried about it!!!?? Please give your opinions on this I would really like to know how I can deal with this! Thanks in advance!

a little problem with my parents. about sex and college life? i turned 18 on Thurs. my mom and dad are starting to talk with me about the whole sex thing and college life and every time they bring the sex topic in our conversation i just laugh at them i don't know why but i just find it funny that they didn't talked with me around it when i was 15 or 16 but from all of the sudden they brought it up now i didnt had sex yet im just not into it yet i mean whats the fun about getting laid with someone they dont know that im bisexual i have a partner but we didn't had sex yet another thing is about college they know that i wanna attend community college to become a vet tech they know that im passionate about pets very much but they think that it might be a waste of time and that i should go for something more useful for something involved with office work but i don't think that sitting on my @ss for most part of the day sound like fun and i know that they wanna the best for me and everything but i think that they are pressuring me into going for something else maybe because their parents chose their careers or something both my dad and mom are carpenters but they work in their field my dad works as a supervisor in an apartment building and my mom works as a cleaning lady in a hotel i dont know if its worth to talk with them about the college stuff i mean i wanna do something that i know i will enjoy well im a HS drop out so right now im getting back on the right track im taking GED prep classes and i should have my GED in Dec. or Jan

19 Month old who screams a long time when I put him to bed in his crib.? I live in a Condo and my son was crying for about 5-10 min. because I put him to bed when the lady who lives in the condo behind mine (attached) came over to complain. Now I am scared to let him cry when he goes to bed. So I have been letting him lay in my bed until he falls asleep. What Should I do about this ?? I need help please and thanks! : 0 )

Any constructive comments on my little prose piece? Elsie held the porcelain figure in her hand and regarded it thoughtfully. She had always hated it - ever since George had first brought it home to her that day and laid it before her, proudly - almost like a cat presenting a mouse to its horrified owner. "It's horrible", she had said, contemptuously, when he had first shown it to her. "Whatever made you think I'd like that?", she had spat, making not even the slightest attempt to season her words with a hint of gratitude for the thought behind the gift. Elsie was the kind of woman who called a spade a spade and seemed proud of the fact. "It's rubbish. I won't have it in the house. Get rid of it", she had ordered, turning her attention back to her dishes. George looked hurt...crestfallen...devastated - like a little boy who had just received a sharp slap across the back of his hand as he helped himself to a biscuit intended only for visitors. "I...I thought you would like it", he had stammered, trying to hide his hurt. "Look - it's a little bear - with a hat - and a collar and tie. I thought it was cute. I'm told it's a collectable", he had finished lamely. "I'm not having it in the house", she had stated. "I don't want the ladies from my guild thinking I've lost my marbles, cluttering up my living room with cartoon ornaments. It's junk. Give it to a jumble sale - but get rid of it!", she had said. And that was that. Or at least it would have been if George hadn't been made of sterner stuff than his wife gave him credit for. He just couldn't throw out 'little Yogi', as he referred to the unwanted gift. In fact, George's affection for the figurine seemed to increase in direct proportion to his wife's hatred of it. He would tuck it away, half-hidden, behind a picture-frame or a vase until, inevitably, she would discover it and then the game of 'hide-and-seek' would begin again. Many a time she wondered why she simply did not throw it in the bin, but there was something about the face of the figure which rendered her incapable of such action; a bit like a kitten staring into your face, lovingly, as you tried to pull the trigger of the gun whose muzzle it so affectionately rubbed itself against. It was simply impossible, but she hated it - hated it with a passion. "Damn the man", she used to say. And so it went. Until the day she had received a 'phone call from George's office. Was she sitting down? They were terribly sorry. It was so sudden. He wouldn't have felt a thing. If ever there was anything they could do to help, they had said. She had placed the 'phone back on the receiver, slunk down on the chair next to it - and cried - and cried - and cried. She cried for two hours, then made herself a cup of tea, then watched Coronation Street and went to bed. She never cried again. A few months later, the sum total of George's life lay collected in an assortment of boxes and carrier bags gathered in the hall. On the top box, lying on one of George's lambswool sweaters, was the object of Elsie's loathing - that damn porcelain bear, grinning inanely at the ceiling as if it expected the ceiling to grin back. "Hark at me", she thought. "It's almost as if I thought the blasted thing was alive". She laughed at her foolishness and consoled herself with the knowledge that, from tomorrow, it would be someone else's eyesore. Sam from next door had offered to drive George's things down to the charity shop in the town. Then it would be time to forget the past and move on to the next chapter in her life. Life had begun to feel good again - a new optimism had recently begun to permeate her soul and she looked forward to the future with enthusiasm. Her years with George seemed almost like a dream. "This all there is?", Sam had asked when she opened the door to him the next day. He took out the carrier bags first then came back for the boxes. The top box was the smallest so he put that to one side and carried out the bigger, heavier ones, puffing and grunting as he did so. "Last one", he said, as he bent to pick up the box containing that damn porcelain bear. Elsie's eye fell upon it as he did so, and a strange feeling that she did not quite understand suddenly started to well-up in her innermost being. A feeling of...grief, loss, pain, remorse, pity - a kaleidoscope of emotions that threatened to overwhelm and engulf her. "Wait a minute", she heard herself saying as she plucked the figure from its place atop the sweater. "That's it, Sam. Thanks very much for all your help", she said, quietly and with a bewildered tone. Elsie held the porcelain figure in her hand and regarded it thoughtfully. She had always hated it - ever since George had first brought it home to her that day and laid it before her, proudly - like a cat presenting a mouse to its horrified owner. Now, however, she suddenly found that she held a strange affection for it. Like a mother -to-be who has been told that her child will be horribly handicapped, but, surprisingly, finds herself finds herself loving it anyway. Not grudgingly, not reluctantly - but totally and unreservedly loving it despite its flaws and handicaps, when reason would suggest that she be appalled, horrified - disgusted, even. Sometimes we are surprised to discover that we are not as hard, or as rough, or as unfeeling as we imagine ourselves to be. And so it was with Elsie. She looked at 'little Yogi' and thought of George...and remembered how much she had loved him...and realized just how much she missed him. She tenderly caressed the little figure, kissed the top of its head and, walking over to her very best display cabinet, placed it in prize position on the top shelf where visitors would be sure to see it. Then she smiled to herself and went and made herself a cup of tea, and sat and thought of all her wonderful years with George. "Bless the man", she said. And - somewhere - George was smiling to himself too. (Sorry, I was cut off. Hope it doesn't disrupt the flow too much.) Please note that NO t/ds are from me. Nice one, hydro. Now you're getting into the spirit of the game. Humour is fun, see? Prot, thank you for your glowing comments, but I do need to tidy it up. The main idea has been at the back of my head for a while, but I pressed the "ask" button and then wrote it as I went along. I'll revise it at some stage. Andy, why the surprise? Did you think I couldn't write or something? But thanks for the comments. (Won't you even give it a little kick?) Ah, but Buk...the journey is half the fun. This is really a short story in disguise. I actually think it needs expanding in places. Now, tell me (criticisms aside)...did it move you? (And I don't mean to the toilet.) There are bits that need trimmed, of course, but it WAS written on the hoof. Maybe I'll repost an edited, revised version. And when I do, Cilla, I'll generously explain the basics to you. Then your 'shopping lists' will be sure to show a vast improvement. Incidentally, the use of the word 'had' in places is to denote that these pieces of dialogue are, in effect, flashback sequences. Miss Buns, I can see why you're still single. Difficulty keeping a man, perhaps? No 4, come in...your time is up. Nice of you to describe your own comments in the first sentence.

I dreamed my fiance died a terrible death. What does this mean? So me and my fiancee were taking a nap and I had the worst dream of my life. So I had this dream where the beggining of it starts with a horse in my front yard. I tried feeding it leaves and my neighbor came outside and said "it wont eat that" So she gave me ten dollars to go to menards hardware and get apples. I went the apples and my best friend brandon was there so he started following. I went to get the apples and on my way back i thought he was talking to my fiancee and when i got over there this gay kid name Ashton was talking to her instead of Brandon. ANd I told him i was going to beat his ***. HE said " Ill fo fairy dust on your ***" I told him shut up ill mess you up. One of his friends drove up and said " i think ill have to beat your ***" I told him no Im on parole. but i get off in a month ill scrap you than. he pulled into these peoples driveway and got out and laid down and so did i. i said so you gonna scrap me when I get off parole. He said "no" and all of sudden he was back in the car and was leaving. and i looked down and my fiancee was laying on the driveway. He backed over her head and completely flattend in. I started bawling in my dream. everybody in the car was freaking out. Than all of a sudden that brandon kid was back and pulled some kid out of the back of the car and started beating his ***. I went for the driver, As I was gettin him of the car i saw this kid i used to be named friends with in the back of the car named elijah. Than all of sudden i threw the kid and stomping on his chest and i think he was dead. As Brandon and I were beating this kids asses we were bawling and screaming help. I saw this lady looking out the window and came to the front door with what i think was her husband. and than I woke up. and when I woke up i started bawling my eyes out. and it scared my fiancee to death. what does this mean? please help me.

If you could set someone up on Scare Tactics, how would it go? If you have ever seen the television show Scare Tactics than you know it is about a friend setting up one of their friends in a bogus set-up to scare the life out of them. What would be the ultimate scare tactic setup that you would want performed on your friend? This can be as bogus as you want. (Example (from recent episode): A lady gets a job at helping out at a local spa. An older lady comes in (a vampire) and the owner escorts her to the back. A younger girl comes in some time later and says she came to apply for the job from the ad in the paper. The owner escorts the young girl to the back where the older lady is and they put together a quick setup where the old lady is changed to a younger lady laying in a bath of blood (fake blood) and the younger girl that came in to apply for a job is chained over the tub with her arms cut (fake cuts) bleeding into the tub. Then the younger lady starts yelling for the setup victim to come help her.

Why isn't life like the song? Why don't we follow the "Twelve Days of Christmas"? Starting today, shouldn't I be getting a Partridge in a Pear Tree? If life went as it should, like the songs, we all would have: 12 drummers drumming, 22 pipers piping, 30 lords a-leaping, 36 ladies dancing, 40 maids a-milking, 42 swans a-swimming, 42 geese a-laying, 40 golden rings, 36 calling birds, 30 French hens, 22 turtle doves, And 12 partridges in pear trees! What's wrong with that???