Yowza: The Official Friday Silliness Thread Salutes Valentines Day

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[sully777]

Yowza
It's Friday!

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"...While some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial -- which probably occurred around 270 A.D -- others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.

To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at the sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would then sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification.

The boys then sliced the goat's hide into strips, dipped them in the sacrificial blood and took to the streets, gently slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide strips. Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed being touched with the hides because it was believed the strips would make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed..."

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So, howzabout
some flowers instead?

[lilylangtree]

SOUND AND PICTURE


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[Rightly Biased]

A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said,

"Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?"

Grandma replied, "Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend."

Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the pic ture i n focus. Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem.

The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door, and there stood Grandma's minister.

The minister said, "Hello, son, is your Grandma home?"

The little boy replied, "Yeah, she's in the bedroom bangin' her boyfriend."

The minister fainted.

[CJ Wolf]

Great...now I gotta find something silly in addition to all the work I gotta do.

[CJ Wolf]

[CJ Wolf]

[CJ Wolf]

[girlscout]

[CJ Wolf]

Dear Anna, we are together again! finally.

[baker_girl]

LOL!

[Millee]

Bwahahahahaha!!!

[BJClinton]

Muslims are forbidden from using emoticons.

[Auntbee]

Happy Friday, sully!

[Tatze]

I don't know what's funnier, that they are prohibited from using emoticons, or that there is an "Ask The Imam" website...

[fredhead]

A love story (true!)

The year, 1942. A young soldier from NC is on maneuvers in middle Tennessee. He is a medic attached to the 13th Infantry regiment, and is detailed to drive a truck in the convoy. As his truck is always at the rear of the convoy, he would slow down and then "gun it" to catch up with the rest. The regimental transportation officer caught him and banished him to the back of the truck.

While passing through the small town of Alexandria, TN one Saturday, He saw a girl standing on the town square waving to the troops. He wrote his name and address on a piece of paper and threw it to her.

She wrote to him, and therein started a courtship that continued while he was stationed in TN. Eventually, he was shipped out, fought from Normandy to the end of the war in Europe, all the while corresponding with the Tennessee girl.

When the Japanese surrendered, he was in the states training for the invasion of Japan. He was discharged in early October 1945.

He traveled to Tennessee and married the girl on October 20th, 1945 and took her home to eastern NC.

They both worked at the Marine base at Cherry Point, had two kids (a girl and a boy), retired in 1973 and proceeded to travel the country after their son joined the Navy in 1978.

One month and two days shy of their 61st anniversary, last September 18th, he died from lung cancer at age 87. She died from a series of strokes at age 80 on December 22nd.

This is the story of my Mom and Dad.

[the_devils_advocate_666]

My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway or the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
-- Dorothy Parker

My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world --
And I wish I'd never met him.
-- Dorothy Parker

The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They'd rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints ...
So far, I've had no complaints.
-- Dorothy Parker

Into love and out again,
Thus I went and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen:
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
Someone dropped me on my head?
-- Dorothy Parker

My love is like an iron wand
That conks me on the head,
My love is like the valium
That I take before me bed,
My love is like the pint of scotch
That I drink when i be dry;
And I shall love thee still my dear,
Until my wife is wise.
-- Anon.

[BJClinton]

If you're really bored at work someday navigate around and check out the other questions. There is some wild stuff on there.

[HOTTIEBOY]

[baker_girl]

Haha..how are you sweetie?

[girlscout]

What a WONDERFUL story! I'm sorry that you've lost them, but their legacy has lived on in you.

[girlscout]

Your story of love deserves this link. My Funny Valentine