life is like an echo. ready this..
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
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Ah, a heart warming tale of JSOP in his youth.
I have CDO, it's OCD with the letters in the right order; just as they ruddy well should be
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
:laugh: I know. I thought of what JSOP "might" do in a situation like that.
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
I'm glad you posted this. Until now I'd been under the impression it was like a box of chocolates.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
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I'm glad you posted this. Until now I'd been under the impression it was like a box of chocolates.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
My box was missing a few
I wasn't, now I am, then I won't be anymore.
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I'm glad you posted this. Until now I'd been under the impression it was like a box of chocolates.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
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My box was missing a few
I wasn't, now I am, then I won't be anymore.
As was Hitler's, I am led to believe.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
But Benny Hill said that life is like a double bed. I know whom to believe.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I'm glad you posted this. Until now I'd been under the impression it was like a box of chocolates.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
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Eswa wrote:
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try again, File is found. :)
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
No, I disagree. Life is like a bath. The longer you stay in it, the more wrinkled you get.
A while ago he asked me what he should have printed on my business cards. I said 'Wizard'. I read books which nobody else understand. Then I do something which nobody understands. After that the computer does something which nobody understands. When asked, I say things about the results which nobody understand. But everybody expects miracles from me on a regular basis. Looks to me like the classical definition of a wizard.
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I'm glad you posted this. Until now I'd been under the impression it was like a box of chocolates.
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.”
Only when you have a porcupine down your trousers. The rest of the time it's more like a bowl of cereal.
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No, I disagree. Life is like a bath. The longer you stay in it, the more wrinkled you get.
A while ago he asked me what he should have printed on my business cards. I said 'Wizard'. I read books which nobody else understand. Then I do something which nobody understands. After that the computer does something which nobody understands. When asked, I say things about the results which nobody understand. But everybody expects miracles from me on a regular basis. Looks to me like the classical definition of a wizard.
CDP1802 wrote:
No, I disagree. Life is like a bath. The longer you stay in it, the more wrinkled you get.
you got 5 Well said. :)
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:laugh: I know. I thought of what JSOP "might" do in a situation like that.
WWJD?
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
Please, desist from this intolerable intrusion of idyllic ineptitude into our innermost insouciant imaginations. It is this garbage laden triteness that causes industrials level of putrid, undigestible vomit to issue forth from those of us with a life. We do not live in a world of pixies and ponies, so stick out a thumb and hitch a ride back to Real Street where shit happens. And please keep this nauseating and repugnant drivel to yourself.
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
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Please, desist from this intolerable intrusion of idyllic ineptitude into our innermost insouciant imaginations. It is this garbage laden triteness that causes industrials level of putrid, undigestible vomit to issue forth from those of us with a life. We do not live in a world of pixies and ponies, so stick out a thumb and hitch a ride back to Real Street where shit happens. And please keep this nauseating and repugnant drivel to yourself.
------------------------------------ I will never again mention that I was the poster of the One Millionth Lounge Post, nor that it was complete drivel. Dalek Dave CCC League Table Link CCC Link[^]
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A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, "I hate you, I hate you." Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you," and the echo returned, "I hate you, I hate you." Having never heard an echo before, he was scared, and ran to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted "I hate you, I hate you" The mother understood and she asked her son to go back and shout, "I love you, I love you". The little boy went and shouted, "I love you, I love you," and back came the echo. That taught the little boy a lesson: Our life is like an echo. We get back what we give.
and then a rock fell down and crsuhed the obnoxious little fucker. Just go away with this unctious drivel; they might like it in certain other forums but we don't like it here. X|
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