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At a book signing this guy spit a loogie of Tobacco Juice at Jane Fonda's face...
First off...ummm...ewww!
Second-she was calm and held it together without lashing out. I would've been on this guy in a heartbeat introducing him to the nearest wall in a rather violent manner.
He said he did it because of her Vietnam picture with a N. Vietnamese tank. She has admitted it was poor judgement to do so, however....Umm.....Vietnam was...what-35 years ago now???? I respect your service in Vietnam, but this guy is a Poster Boy for LET IT GO.
First Job
Here's a heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little girl and some construction workers that makes you believe that we CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time...
A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant lot. One day a
construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot.
The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spend much of each day observing the workers. Eventually, the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more or less adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week the guys even presented the little girl with a pay envelope containing a check for a couple of dollars. The little girl took this home to her mother who said all the appropriate words of admiration and suggested that they take the two dollar "pay" she had received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.
When they got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age.
The little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with the crew building the house next door to us."
"My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the house again this week, too?"
"I will," she replied sweetly, "if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the fucking sheet rock..."
Prince Charles was driving around his mother's estate when he accidentally ran over her favourite dog, a corgi, crushing it to a pulp.
He got out of his Range Rover and sat down on the grass totally distraught.
The whole world was against him and now his mother would go ballistic.
Suddenly he noticed a lamp half-buried in the ground. He dug it up, polished
it and immediately a genie appeared.
You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment,' said the genie.
'As a reward I shall grant you one wish.'
'Well,' said the Prince, 'I have all the material things I need, but let me show you this dog.'
They walk over to the splattered remains of the dog. 'Do you think you could
bring this dog back to life for me?' the Prince asked.
The genie carefully looked at the remains and shook his head. 'This body is
too far gone for even me to bring it back to life. Is there something else you would like?'
The Prince thought for! a minute, reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. 'I was married to this beautiful woman called Diana,' said Prince Charles, showing the genie the first photo.
'But now I love this woman called Camilla,' and he showed the genie the second photo. 'You see Camilla isn't beautiful at all, so do you think you can make Camilla as beautiful as Diana?'
The genie studied the two photographs and after a few minutes said, 'Let's have a look at that dog again.'
A man is stumbling through the woods totally drunk when he comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river. The drunk walks into the water
and subsequently bumps into the preacher. The preacher turns around and
is almost overcome by the smell of booze. Whereupon he asks the drunk,
"Are you ready to find Jesus?" "Yes I am" replies the drunk, so the
preacher grabs him and dunks him in the river.
He pulls him up and asks the drunk, "Brother have you found Jesus?" The drunk replies, "No I haven't". The preacher, shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water again, but for a bit longer this time. He pulls him out of the water and asks again, "Have you found Jesus, my brother?". The drunk again
answers, "No, I have not found Jesus". By this time the preacher is at
his wits end so he dunks the drunk in the water again, but this time he
holds him down for about 30 seconds.
When the drunk begins kicking his arms and legs, the preacher pulls him
up. The preacher asks the drunk again, "For the love of God, have You
found Jesus?" The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says
to the preacher, "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"
The coach had put together the perfect team for the Detroit Lions. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away. KABOOM!
He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney. KA-BLOOEY! Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph. BULLS-EYE! "I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So, he brings him to the United States and teaches him the great game of football. And the Lions go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl!"
"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman says. "You deserted us. You are not my son!" "I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans."
"No! Let me tell you!" his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"
The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says, "I will never forgive you for making us move to Detroit!"
Are we supposed to take this seriously?
That hat she wore made me think at some point her skin is going to split open and an alien is going to inhale the nearest person. Does she have a slight resemblance to Godzilla or is it just me??
I am one of several who are of the opinion that Charles is directly responsible for Diana's death....I suspect there are more out there.
Fran said it best-it's a loss for all.
I am religious man....I was raised Baptist and was married in my long-time church First Baptist Church of Rochester.
During a wandering time in my spiritual existence I have studied Wiccan and had tastes of Buddhism. I also checked out the Episcopalian and Methodist versions of Christianity.
Pope John Paul II was not only a crusader for Catholicism but for humanity in general and he has my heartfelt respect and honor for doing so.