akaslickster

Hee-Haw!

That was naughty. shame. JK. Actually, I noticed that it is missing many numbers. Now we need to ask people to fill in the b-days or what have you. I seen it says every number.

That is like me asking you to solve a riddle for me. We are in BD. We rely on our own brains. :)JK.

A good time to show.

After reading the clue only one word came to mind, PARANORMALITY? Or maybe Scientology.3rd. choice is Reincarnation.

Your welcome, I lost my father too, sorry. Now you got me trying to find it. EDIT: Maybe bestfriend was joshing to stop the crying.

Wrong thread my pal.

Just goes to show. He he he he.

You are not understanding to whom I was referring to...>>>terrorists. I underlined type as not all Muslims and not all one kind of people that won't listen to reason.

I see what you mean. The train was burnt, probably by the same type of Muslim people of terrorist decent that did up the twin towers in New York, (9/11), as we call it. They seem to claim that their god expects them to die if needed to kill others unlike them such as Christians. I personally have never known any Hindus to be instigators. Of course, there is good and bad in all religions. Besides the religious part, is the people who are thick-headed and believe the only tradition of their kind and stick with it like glue. This includes senseless slaughter, or any means required to do what they were conditioned to believe is moral. One of the keys to peace I think, is to convince them that it is wrong. It could be like talking to a wall.

Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders > >> > >> EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF > >> SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND > >> TOLD HIM . . . 'I've got problems. Every time I go > >> to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm > >> scared. I think I'm going crazy.' > >> > >> 'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said > >> the shrink. 'Come talk to me three times a week and we > >> should be able to get rid of those fears.' > >> > >> 'How much do you charge?' > >> > >> 'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor. > >> > >> 'I'll sleep on it,' I said. > >> > >> Six months later the doctor met me on the street. 'Why > >> didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you > >> were having?' he asked. > >> > >> 'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a > >> year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. > >> I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and > >> bought me a new pickup!' > >> > >> 'Is that so! With an attitude he asked and how, may I > >> ask, did a bartender cure you?' > >> > >> 'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't > >> nobody under there now ! ! ! ' > >> > >> > >> FORGET THOSE SHRINKS. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!!!

Slick is back from a long day of haunting. I know all ,right now. Only good ghosts tell no tales. *shrieking*

This has been forwarded many times through emails and I copied and pasted, could of been Alaskan or others. The kid did, know what it meant and probably wet his pants.

I agree Nayana, If everyone does not train as best as possible then they lag automatically. Hey, I got it! Tell them to come over here to train and not to tell why. Keep it hush, hush.

Only if she keeps her hand down and stops holding up traffic.

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I believe that it's an expression meaning that he is always late. One who is not punctual. Always behind schedule. Can't say who started it. I think it was passed on through the old wives tales.

A bit too obscure for my taste. I like country western or rock. PG likes them. Wow, great flash back Bea Arthur singing. Ha ha.

From: THE PEACE CLUB

Wishing everyone a cool grandma like that.

My exe gave me this. Not from Utube but, hilarious. Have the volume up. Baby Boomers

Subject: Grandma and her Jesus sticker Grandma's letter. She is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She writes: ************************************************* Dear Grand-daughter, The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a Honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.. So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper. Boy, am I glad I did, what an uplifting experience that followed. I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed.. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed. I found that lots of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ' For the love of God! ' ' Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!' What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach. I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant. He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back. My grandson burst out laughing. Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!! A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, I waved at all my brothers and sisters grinning, and drove on through the intersection. I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!! Will write again soon, Love, Grandma

That was only for my sweetheart. Now I can change it back again. Edit, LM I think you mean think.