I just saw this in C Hope Clark's latest newsletter...pretty harsh, eh?
WORDS OF SUCCESS
"Write without pay until somebody offers to pay you.
If nobody offers within three years, sawing wood is
what you were intended for."
~Mark Twain
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
Mark Twain.. what the hell does he know about writing....
Words of Wisdom for Today...I normally try not to get too deep, but sometimes I just can't help myself...
1. Money cannot buy happiness but somehow, it’s more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes Benz than it is on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy but remember the bastard’s name.
3. Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.
4. Many people are alive only because it’s illegal to shoot them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then neither does milk.
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night during a show in a small town in Arkansas, with his dummy on his knee. He is going through his usual dumb blonde jokes, when a blonde woman in the 2nd row ,stands on her chair and starts shouting.
" I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a persons hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It is guys like you, who keep women like me from being respected at work, and in the community, and from reaching our full potential as a person., because you continue to perpetuate discrimination, not only against blondes, but women in general., and all in the name of humour."
The ventriloquist is deeply embarrassed and began to apologise., when the blonde yells, "You stay out of this mister, I I'm talking to the little bastard on your knee."
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
We have another election coming up before long.. and once again we've managed to get the most absurd cluster of completely unqualified clowns on the face of the earth to choose our leader from.. and since our votes actually mean nothing and it usually boils down to who can belch the alphabet.. I think we should adopt the Lewis Black process for becoming President... he says we take a monkey.. put him in a plane and fly him 3 miles over the earth.. push him out of the plane with a parachute.. and the first person he touches after he lands is President.. how could we possibly do worse? oh.. wait.. he could land in Texas... shit!!!
PG-13 version of contest story is almost finished.
waiting for everyone else to get home. it gets lonely
is really really hungry...
everything hurts. most specially my joints
(giggles) an ex colleague of mine has just been featured in the Sun( UK newspaper)as a saucy home wrecker . I haven't laughed so hard in years!