Re: What Would You Say...
I'd only have two words for them: BITE ME!
to the gb?
would you tell them about being drug to the back of the kh and beaten for not sitting still?
would you ask them why you couldn't have a watergun?
Re: What Would You Say...
I'd only have two words for them: BITE ME!
i thought i would follow up my thread of last week "there's a tree growing out of the side of my house" - which i didn't think i could top with this week's grand revelation - there's mushrooms growing in my window box - which is a herb garden i have on the inside of my kitchen window... whatever next??
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whatever next???
Like, what should you do next?
Smoke 'em?
i just checked the statistics just for fun.
i was surprised.
coming to get ya, richie.
I just checked the statistics just for fun. I was surprised. Coming to get ya, Richie.
by colleen michael
he didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake.
my biscuits were too hard ... not like his mother used to make.
I put about 20 minutes of work into this...so please don't laugh
But we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you.
And honestly, that was great! Think you missed your calling, should have been a writer, Sith.
by colleen michael
he didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake.
my biscuits were too hard ... not like his mother used to make.
That is excellent, Netty. I imagine the best parts were penned by Mr. Netty?
hee hee, ok Dark Maul, and your's was penned by Mrs. Sith too. Neener, neener, neener.
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i just got my tkd yellowbelt last night, much to the chagrin of my mother.
i promise a picture soon.
That is awesome! Good for you. I just started my son in Karate (ohh big JW sin). He absolutely loves it. I love the rules, his sensey (sp) tells him he will kick him out of his class, if he is disrespectful to his parents, talks back, doesn't clean his room or do his chores. Stuff like that. My son loves his class so much, we use this against him when he starts to act up. They take little ones at 4 years of age. so my daughter will start soon too. I love what it teaches the kids.
Looking forward to your picture.
by colleen michael
he didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake.
my biscuits were too hard ... not like his mother used to make.
Hey Panda, I missed your earlier post, ok, um, lets see, I'm not as good as the boys (Ezekiel3 yours was quite clever also) She didn't like his snoring She didn't like his breath And when he tried to kiss her He smelled something like death
He always picked his but crack Then liked to smell his hand He somehow managed to misplace His diamond wedding band He never trimmed his toe nails I guess he must have guessed the yellower the better and his closet, what a mess
He hogged up all the covers He hogged up all the bed But last night she had had it So kicked him in the head (in her sleep of course) He never helped her with the kids he always dis-appeared whenever there was housework to do He must have been asceered I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. I better stop this poem right now Before I feed him doggie poo In no way does this reflect upon my nice hubby who I love, although I did draw upon a few thoughts of him in order to write it.
we all are identified by our names here on jwd.
some use their real names, and others pick a moniker that is their nickname or perhaps a few words from a song they like.. why did you pick your name?.
for instance,.
Richie, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
At a good-bye party for a Japanese friend of mine, we performed a "kabuki" play in her honour where all of the characters' names were names of japanese ;food. The character i played was called "dorayaki" which is a type of small thick pancake folded over and filled with "anko" ;(sweet azuki-bean filling). It was then that i started to get interested in Japanese culture and language, and the name kinda stuck. I added an extra "i" to make it unique. ( My real name's Stephen or Steve)Thanks, Dora, I had been wondering what your name meant. I have to admit though, I thought you were female, just cuz the nam starts off Dora...
by colleen michael
he didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake.
my biscuits were too hard ... not like his mother used to make.
LOL! Sith.
I knew it wouldn't be long before the men nazis showed up (to borrow your phrase)
Your poem was funny.
i was thinking that most jws that i personally know have jobs that they really aren't happy with.
almost no one is a professional except for one cardiologist that got baptized a few years ago.
there's no one that's been raised in the "truth" that has a college education that i know of except one 22 year old young man who has done nothing to seek employment since he graduated.........any witnesses that you know of with great jobs?
ah i forget: pimp.A sister (faded) owns a brothel...
So guess that includedes hooker, too.