Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Greatest Craig's List Posting Ever
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Reply to: sale-945361858@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-12-04, 5:15PM MST
OK, let me start off by saying this Xterra is only available for
purchase by the manliest of men (or women). My friend, if it was
possible for a vehicle to sprout chest hair and a five o'clock shadow,
this Nissan would look like Tom Selleck. It is just that manly.
It was never intended to drive to the mall so you can pick up that
adorable shirt at Abercrombie & Fitch that you had your eye on. It
wasn't meant to transport you to yoga class or Linens & Things. No,
that's what your Prius is for. If that's the kind of car you're looking
for, then just do us all a favor and stop reading right now. I mean it.
Just stop.
This car was engineered by 3rd degree ninja super-warriors in the
highest mountains of Japan to serve the needs of the man that cheats
death on a daily basis. They didn't even consider superfluous nancy boy
amenities like navigation systems (real men don't get lost), heated
leather seats (a real man doesn't let anything warm his butt), or On
Star (real men don't even know what the hell On Star is).
No, this brute comes with the things us testosterone-fueled super action
junkies need. It has a 265 HP engine to outrun the cops. It's got
special blood/gore resistant upholstery. It even has a first-aid kit in
the back. You know what the first aid kit has in it? A pint of whiskey,
a stitch-your-own-wound kit and a hunk of leather to bite down on when
you're operating on yourself. The Xterra also has an automatic
transmission so if you're being chased by Libyan terrorists, you'll
still be able to shoot your machine gun out the window and drive at the
same time. It's saved my bacon more than once.
It has room for you and the four hotties you picked up on the way to the
gym to blast your pecs and hammer your glutes. There's a tow hitch to
pull your 50 caliber anti-Taliban, self cooling machine gun. I also just
put in a new windshield to replace the one that got shot out by The
Man.
My price on this bad boy is an incredibly low $12,900, but I'll
entertain reasonable offers. And by reasonable, I mean don't walk up and
tell me you'll give me $5,000 for it. That's liable to earn you a
Burmese-roundhouse-sphincter-kick with a follow up three fingered
eye-jab. Would it hurt? Hell yeah. Let's just say you won't be the
prettiest guy at the Coldplay concert anymore.
There's only 69,000 miles on this four-wheeled hellcat from Planet
Kickass. Trust me, it will outlive you and the offspring that will carry
your name. It will live on as a monument to your machismo.
Now, go look in the mirror and tell me what you see. If it's a rugged,
no holds barred, super brute he-man macho Chuck Norris stunt double,
then contact me. I might be out hang-gliding or BASE jumping or just
chilling with my ladies, but I'll get back to you. And when I do, we'll
talk about a price over a nice glass of Schmidt while we listen to
Johnny Cash.
To sweeten the deal a little, I'm throwing in this pair of MC Hammer
pants for the man with rippling quads that can't fit into regular pants.
Yeah, you heard me. FREE MC Hammer pants.
Rock on.
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--Digitaltangent =^.^=
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Stress Management
Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management
technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals.
The funny thing is that it really does work.
1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out
over a crystal clear stream.
2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running
water.
3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.
4. No one knows your secret place.
5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.
6. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a
cascade of serenity.
7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face
of the person you are holding underwater.
See? It really does work. You're smiling already....
--Digitaltangent =^.^=
Breakfast at McDonald's
This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through
until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting
facts!):
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have
recently completed my college degree.
The last class I had to take was Sociology.
The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the
qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.
Her last project of the term was called "Smile."
The class was asked to go out and smile at three
people and document their reactions.
I am a very friendly person and always smile at
everyone and say hello
anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and
I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.
It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden
everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up
inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.
As I turned and I smelled a horrible "dirty body"
smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.
As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to
me, he was "smiling".
His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for
acceptance.
He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.
The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I
realized the second man was mentally challenged and
the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.
I held my tears as I stood there with them.
The young lady at the counter asked him what they
wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could
afford.
(If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm
up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached
out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.
That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me,
judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the
counter
to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table that
the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and
laid my hand on the
blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.
He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and
said, "Thank you."
I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I
did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you
hope."
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I
sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to
me, Honey, to give me hope."
We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because
of the Grace that we had been given were we able to
give.
We are not church goers, but we are believers.
That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet
love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in
hand.
I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.
Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share
this?"
I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the
class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and
being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.
In my own way I had touched the people at
McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the
classroom
on the last night I spent as a college student.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:
UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.
Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read
this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS -NOT LOVE THINGS AND
USE PEOPLE.
If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send it to
everyone you know.
There is an Angel sent to watch over you.
In order for him to work, you must pass this on to the people you want
watched over.
An Angel wrote:
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends
will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head.
To handle others, use your heart.
God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not
throw it into its nest.
Keep this going.
--Digitaltangent =^.^=
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
A Dog's Purpose (from a 6 yr. old)
Irish
wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and
their
little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were
hoping
for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family
we
couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia
procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be
good
for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though
Shane
might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's
family
surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last
time,
that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few
minutes,
Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any
difficulty
or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death,
wondering
aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human
lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned
me.
I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "People are
born so
that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody all
the
time and being nice, right?"
The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so
they
don't have to stay as long."
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
* When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
* Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
* Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be
pure ecstasy.
* Take naps.
* Stretch before rising.
* Run, romp, and play daily.
* Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
* Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
* On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
* On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
* When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
* Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
* Be loyal.
* Never pretend to be something you're not.
* If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
* When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
them gently.
- Author unknown.
--Digitaltangent =^.^=
Friday, December 05, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Jaguars Q&A
Q: What do you call 47 millionaires around a TV watching the
Super Bowl?
A: The Jacksonville Jaguars
Q: What do the Jacksonville Jaguars and the Pope have in
common?
A: They both can make 70,000 people stand up and yell 'Jesus
Christ.'
Q: How do you keep a Jacksonville Jaguar out of your yard?
A: Put up goal posts.
Q: Where do you go in Jacksonville in case of a tornado?
A: To the Municipal stadium - you never see a touchdown there.
Q: What do you call a Jacksonville Jaguar with a Super Bowl
ring?
A: A thief.
Q: What's the difference between the Jaguars and a dollar
bill?
A: You can still get four quarters out of a dollar bill.
Q: How many Jaguars does it take to win a Super Bowl?
A: Nobody knows and we may never find out.
Q: What do the Jacksonville Jaguars and possums have in common?
A: Both play dead at home and get killed on the road
--Digitaltangent =^.^=