Posted on 12/10/2004 11:36:45 PM PST by Destro
I like your thinking. But remember, for that work they do get their own sex slaves and they can beat them up at will without fear of the law.
Double Ow.
Well I was at a hotel this weekend for a conference and while taking a break in the lobby I came upon a group of chess players. Several men were bragging about how great they were, who was the best, and who had played chess the longest non-stop. They wouldn't stop bragging. I've never seen such a group of chess nuts boasting by an open foyer.
Wow, it's like you read my mind, because I think exactly the same thing, and make similar remarks to my seven year old. I always want to say to these crows, "Woman! You don't HAVE to cover your head here!" They are a terrible example for young American girls and I just won't let it go by without comment. With apologies to NO ONE. You are a man after my own heart, BobL.
But of course, its perfectly ok to ridicule and despise Christians and Jews in our PC ridden culture. Well, I am just not having it. I will continue to fight this blind love of islam wherever I encounter it. If Muslims come to this country to live out their lives, they have to assimilate like everyone else, like the immigrants in my family who learned English and became true Americans. We don't want their sick twisted hateful culture polluting ours and I have no qualms about verbalizing this.
[yerg]
So there's this French guy who decides he's sick of hearing from his wife how she likes heifeweizen and can't stand the overhopped barley brew he prefers. Knowing what a Democrat she is, he takes her outside to ask the neighborhood what they think. They traipse up and down the broken cobblestone street interviewing the other residents as to their preference of malt ingredient, the lousy roadway punishing their feet to the point they're leaving a trail of blood behind them--ironic, considering the street was named after the ol' Punisher himself. After an exhaustive interviewing, the tally is 99% against hefeweizen. His wife complains the poll was of wine drinkers who wouldn't know the difference between an ale or a lager, but the husband states, NON...
...Rue Dolph the Red knows grain beer!
Ping to 65--if you've enjoyed the suffering so far.
What's the pun?
[missing a pun is considered high praise, by the way, where I come from]
Speaking of nuts, I was flying in a small jet back from Korea to Singapore late the other evening, and heard the only other passengers arguing over something really silly. A teenager was telling his mom she was at fault for causing his acne to get worse, because she refused to buy him Clearasil. Just what you'd suspect around this season...
...zit blame upon a midnight Lear.
Islam is correctly viewed as NOT peaceful, while Christianity is rightly viewed as peaceful.
Muslims have, by their actions the last few decades, proved this to be true, so they are the only ones able to turn this tide, by their actions.
Act peacefully to be presumed peaceful.
The Beslan school outrage didn't help either.
I didn't want to have to do this.
The remote island of Bali is renowned for its herds of cattle with extremely sensitive noses. So discerning are these bovine, in fact, that the US DEA finally got its act together enough to request two of them for use in Chicago's O'Hare International Airport as drug sniffers. Supposedly, these creatures could pick out contraband in concentrations that would baffle even the best trained dogs on the force, so they were used on highly suspect packages that seemed to be innocent as far as the dogs were concerned.
One day a passenger arrived carrying an armful of Haitian figurines. Well, the guards were naturally suspicious, so they brought in the dogs. You guessed it. Nothing. Still thinking something was up, one of the guards decided to call for a little stronger nasal support. He looked the dog handler in the eye and said:
"Check the dolls with cows of Bali"
Once again, you are my hero! (Are you male, single, 40 ish?) Seriously, I love your candor and your anti-PC sentiments. I've got your back always.
Male, single, 21 (just a pup, so to speak).
So the Bali thing reminds me of this time I went to the south of the island to Kuta with my pal, a former wrestler by the name of Rhodes. We were busking, me playing saxophone and him playing the violin (we both like sax and violins) and we came up to Ubud, where the local Catholic priest, a cantankerous old man, also had a narcolepsy problem. This time, it had gotten a mite dangerous. He'd climbed up a palm to rescue a kitten stuck up there, gotten up to the top, and fallen asleep.
Well, Mr. Rhodes not being the subtle sort, discovering the situation, chucked his violin at the preacher and woke him up, to which the good father exclaimed, "What is this wood thing that hit me?!?!" I answered:
A Dusty fiddle it is, lazy, treed old padre!
You are very astute for one so young..took me twice as long to wise up!
I have a good teacher.
Well back on the egg farm when I was young, we had a hen named Elizabeth. She was quite prolific egg turner. Occasionally we let some eggs hatch when we needed more chickens. Elizabeth had this one chickling who turned out to have quite a personality. She was always curious and getting into all sorts of mischief and provided great entertainment for us. Well one day she went missing. And as we strode over the farm, searching for her, our cries would echo through the valley, "O little clown of Beth the hen..."
Funny you should mention farms. During the interim before Superman's return while the villains from the Phantom Zone ruling the earth, General Zod, Urse, and Non were often called on to deal with minor disputes as they flew around demanding tribute. One such case was the result of an argument between a rancher and a lesbian boutique shepherd. The lesbo's all-girl flock had a unique mutation that caused them to bob their heads up and down, which made them exceedingly popular pets in the Castro district. However, these mutant sheep were eating the grass down to the roots on the rugmuncher's property and the open range, and it was taking a toll on the feed which would normally sustain the rancher's cattle, which is why he and the lesbo were about to come to blows as the supervillains flew over. The rancher waved down the trio, and nicely asked the General if he would please do something about it--or the rancher would himself shoot at the sheep.
The General and his minions, of course, weren't of a kindly nature regarding the rancher's complaint, which to them sounded a bit beneath their notice. And of course, they were evil, so they liked the degenerate anyway, which is why the General proclaimed,
"Zod blast you prairie gentleman, let nodding ewes dis hay!"
(I defy you to top that one)
Wow...good ...but painful...be on the lookout...
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