A Tale Tale Quote by ME.
 

Telling a Child not to play games is like Telling a Nurse not to Take Blood. It's all part of the natural order that society has developed. If you want to make a difference in the world find your natural instinct and stick with it. If you want to play God just remember a Good sport will accept his failures and get better, a false God will always ring in your ears like a resounding Gong that dose not go away.

EXACTLY.

It's like when you're walking your dog, and then you have a pickle. It never rains up, you know? Like if you decide to throw hammers at tress, you should remember to floss the night before. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to laugh in God's face if only she had a bag of potato chips or some bacon. because when its false its false and you cant always tell win or loose stay or go fite or flyte bean or bag your name is now JBKlyde. fishially.

s.c.f.

punk.

:lol2:

south central florida??

Swallow Coffee First.

A warning to dwellars to avoid making a mess from spewing a mouthful of coffee onto the computer from laughing out loud at a funny post. I was complaining mildly that jim neglected to offer that warning at the outset of his post. It's used kind of like "nsfw".

The full moon maybe cause brain swelling and delusional behavior..

http://www.2knowmyself.com/how_to_accept_failure

and it's a full blue moon and it's true..

This is OT, but then the whole thread is.

Mum was telling me a story of a woman she used to work with who had alopecia. Even aside from that she had a difficult life, brought up in care, when she first started work at the Police Station the staff had a whip-round to buy her office clothes because she wore and washed the same thing every day. She married young to a man who had early onset Parkinsons and was simply looking for a carer.

Anyway, they had a child, a daughter.
Mum bumped into her while shopping one day and bent over the pram to do the usual goo-goo-ga-ga.
And her Mum said, proudly, "And she has so much hair!"
Of course a natural reaction from a Mum whose life had been shaped by patches of baldness.

Then Mum said to me in gloomy tones, "And she did. Too much hair!"
The way she described the baby was as if it was Jim-Jim the Dog Faced Boy!
It really, really made me laugh.
Which wasn't all that callous because we met said ex-colleauge and daughter, which prompted the story. And daughter was completely normal hair-wise.

So it's a happy ending.

Arrrgh! My eyes! My eyes! I'm blind-ed.

We warned you about that.

about what?? The sun chasing away the moon.

No, no, no! It's "and the dish ran away with the spoon". Get your lines right or you're out of the play!

oh my bad and uh i'm not that well versed in social science either...