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no way I could ever call this woman a b.....
never never....:nono:
This is sad; looks like she has had the same procedure as Nicholson in "Cuckoo's Nest " . How else could they have lasted so long ?
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no way I could ever call this woman a b.....
never never....:nono:
IMHO, First Ladies should be off limits. So, I'm not going to call her something that rhymes with "witch."
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guess you didnt detect the sarcasm excuse either.
Thanks for your clear thinking on this subject Dog.
dont get me wrong sponge old boy, I like gw and always read his posts.
He is just a misunderstood moron sometimes.
I guess I shouldnt hold that against him.
Thanks for your clear thinking on this subject Dog.
i come back and i`m still being nipped by scott king of (ankle biter) dogs?....
then,please don`t compare yourself with jc dunkdogs...he wouldn`t need 10 straight days of intravenous fish oil to get his i.q up to 70....
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some yo yo`s that show that the finer points of being the village idiot is not a dying art...
..............................................hoping that everyone is smart enough to get that "the neocon" is poking fun at those that are disparaging laura bush.....showing how petty it is to take shots at one of the most non-political first ladies that has ever come down the pike....
At our next stop on this trip to the Taj Mahal, was a small roadside bazaar. The cab driver apparently had an arrangement with some of the ceramic and leather shops to bring in tourists. In addition to the shops, also present were fakirs, snake charmers, and animal trainers. One turban-crowned Indian had what he called a "dancing bear." A worn, leather leash was tightened around the bear's neck, causing him to choke and gag. It was stifling hot, and this poor creature's heavy coat contributed to his severe skin infections that scarred his body and had removed large patches of fur.
This bear was so emaciated that he had an eerie appearance, for as he would stand and perform his tortured dance, he resembled a man. When the trainer whipped the bear with his stiff cane pole, the animal placed its paws over its head to protect itself from the blows. Streaks of red blood colored his digits. I moved through the crowd with my fists clenched. It would have been so easy to wrench that pole from that puny little torturer and give him a dose of the pain he was inflicting on the pitiful bear. One more strike at that bear and I will have at him, I thought. Then I felt a tug on my arm and heard the calm, evenly modulated voice of the Englishman whispering that he felt exactly the same way I did, but then looked directly into my eyes and said, "What are you going to do, David — go to war against the whole Indian nation?"
Likewise having regard for duty to your caste
You should not tremble;
For in a warrior, there exists no better thing than
A fight required of duty (Chapter 2, Verse 30)
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