Posted on 12/23/2006 11:31:23 AM PST by BibleBabe1
Remote detection satellites are used by the intelligence branch of the military to conduct mind control exercises in the theater of war. All this technology is dependent upon the higher branches of particle physics and quantum mechanics. The array of satellites safe in deep space cover the entire earth making the mind control intelligence program widely successful. Be amazed as you view this military program break out of the box. Go to the following web site that shows a real-time mind control zombie being manipulated by satellite and the military. www.MindControlUSA.com
That's the answer I came up with. I don't remember seeing that in the UT before...
I came up with that answer, too, but I've been on- and offline all morning, trying to increase the intelligence (or at least knowledge) of certain public servants.
(I LOATHE stupidity!)
A young brunette goes into the doctor's office and says that her body hurts wherever she touches it.
"Impossible," says the doctor. "Show me."
She takes her finger and pushes her elbow and screams in agony. She pushes her knee and screams, pushes her ankle and screams. Everywhere she touches makes her scream.
The doctor says, "You're not really a brunette, are you?"
She says "No, I'm really a blonde."
"I thought so," he says. "You have a broken finger."
LOL!
Thanks, DC! I really needed that today! I know I've been dealing with blondes and blonds. Gack!
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You're welcome. Things have been a bit quiet lately -- not that I'm going to be around much the next week.
Broken down on a rural road; hood up, peering into the engine compartment, the salesman was startled when a voice from his left opined, "It's the carburetor." He turned to see an old horse staring back at him from the other side of a split rail fence. In disbelief, he began to look around for the person who had spoken when the horse calmly repeated, "It's the carburetor." Dumfounded, the salesman shrugged, began inspecting the carburetor, and soon discoverd that it was, indeed, the source of his trouble and required only a simple adjustment. Offering an awkward "Thanks" to the horse, he drove directly to the farmhouse adjoining the pasture and, locating the owner, asked "How much do you want for that old horse standing out there by the road?" The old farmer eyed him up and down and said, "I'd bet the farm you don't know nothin' 'bout horses or you wouldn't be askin', so why are you askin'?" As the salesman described how the horse told him about his carburetor problem, an understanding smile crept across the old farmer's face, he gave a chuckle, and began to nod. At this the salesman stopped and asked, "Say, what do you know about that horse I don't know?" The farmer replied, "What I know is that horse done took you right in; you bought it hook, line, and sinker. He don't really know nothin' 'bout carburetors."
LOL!
I had to take the weekend off--it was the annual birthday weekend at my house--Wife and 2 daughters in one week--had 3 parties in 2 days--ooof!
Done for another year though.
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o'clock in the morning by a loud pounding
on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger stands in the pouring down rain.
"Can you give me a push?" he asks while hanging onto the door frame.
"Not a chance" says the husband -- "It's 3 o'clock in the morning!". He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was it?" asks his wife.
"Just some drunk wanting a push" he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I didn't -- it's three in the morning and raining like crazy out."
"Well, you have a short memory" says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down on vacation and those two strangers helped us? I think you should help him."
The man does as he is told and gets dressed and goes out into the pounding rain and calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes the answer.
"Do you still want a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here.... on the swing!"
Whatever in the world compelled you to post on the Undead Thread?
Don't you realize what this could mean to your life, your sanity, and your sacred something-or-other?
Nevertheless, welcome aboard!
I can't post inside a bag....
I can't post in a bag either. At least, I've never tried.
That's my response to people suggesting I think outside the box.
"What box?" is my reply.
Howya?
Doing well, T-C.
Surviving Winter so far.
Hey! Tomorrow is visiting day for your cat, isn't it?
I'm hoping we'll see her! We put food in the bowl every day, just in case, but she could be eating elsewhere.
What's funny is that now every time we say "Wednesday," Vlad looks around and says, "Mrow? Eeep?"
I'd say Wednesday has a friend.
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