Can anyone tell me which version is best and what's the difference
Between them. I presume they cant all be right. Are the differences so minuscule to be brushed aside as misinterpretations on mans behalf.
If so does this mean they are all wrong except the original !
Which would be what Version
Or was the original wrong and the differences are the correctional edits made by the prophetical instruments of Gods divine and mysterious Publishing company
A Parent of 5 children hands a Child ten cents,
The Parent then places another ten cents in the hands of a younger sibling.
Looking sadly in the money bag the Parent takes the Last five cents and gives it to the Youngest Child. What Time is It ?
A popular new drink when George Washington was nearing the end of his second term, and I'm sure it has toasted many and may have even inspired a few deals signed in ink or blood from the hands of Politicians gangsters and businessmen, If your knowledgeable enough to tell the difference these days.
It was like Gold during Prohibition and It has become an icon of America.
Is it any wonder you often hear people say.
"as American as Jim Beam."
So what do you think of Jimmy Boy becoming Japanese at the price of 16 billion.
Is this simply the cost of a democratic free market.
Or another step towards a more Powerful foothold in America by the Asian markets. Perhaps its even a part of the plan to initiate the new world order. Either was How will you celebrate the sale of another American Institution.
What do you think are the long term effects this will have on an already hard pressed economy.
PS I hope I got my facts right.
I'm sure you're going to let me know if I didn't.
I play a lot of scrabble and joined a club. Its all women and I'm the only man.
I've been told not to worry about size, as squeezing a small one into the right slot at the correct time can yield quite the score,
and leave the the Woman opposite quite hot and flustered.
And a fast quick lay can even double the pleasure if it touches the on the right spot.
But most of all, I enjoy the expression of anticipation
as a some what shy lady is about to play with her triples.
Ladies what way do you like to score ?
Loads of short quick ones.!
On the triples or just maybe adding a little something to the end of a long one.
Maybe you do all Three
Either way play safe
I stood in a memory today. The old family home seemed big enough as a child,
and the Journey from my bed to the well Imagined jumble of Christmas presents under the tree, always seemed an adventure. Perhaps I was cramped by the size of Adulthood, and needed some means of escape.
But that is just perhaps of course, and some might simply say I was daydreaming.
As for me. Well ! I stood there once more, Mature and trying to see the world unquestionably through the eyes of childhood. Gnarled knuckled fingers rummaging carelessly about a box.
Obviously full of memories, to unimportant to commit to memory. I say obviously.
But you might argue saying "no Childhood memory is unimportant"!
To which I would have to ask Do you recall all yours Completely ?
Every glistening bauble that you hung on the tree after the strange fascination with your own protuberant reflection had stretched from thoughts priority, every wrap of tinsel lightly tickling your palm as you gently danced around from base to bearable stretch of pine branches before bigger hands continued to the topmost hooking pine needle. Can you picture every mischievous silent sliding of lid, off the cookie jar or candy tin, or the smiling taste of sweet victory as you ate your prize.
Or every closing eyelid fought at the idea of being the last of the eve. In the hope of strained ear hearing a drawing near of sleigh bells or movement on the rooftops.
All important memories, but somehow forgot Among the trivialities of Keys and Credit.
These are the memories that now live in those long empty sweet tins. Existing only as happy accidents in the search of more convoluted matters. And on convoluted matters it was indeed when I was stopped and greeted by an old black and white photo.
A smiling child looked with wonderment as they sat with Santa. Surrounded by tacky
bric a brac and sided by what I can only Imagine to have been a glorious
shimmering of colour radiating from an eight foot Christmas tree.
All were distractingly offset by a large badly hung Banner reading "Santa's Grotto"
My eyes where drawn to what seemed to be cracks in the photo but where actually missing paint flakes that had broken with the constant clamour of children upon Santa's bubble wrap boots, and I presume a stain of muddy little fingers smudged his cotton beard. So cheap looking all over but I never noticed until looking back at the old picture. As a child we thought it all so real and pristine
I laughed and concluded How blind, children can be !. Or perhaps age has dwindled my vision obscuring beauty into stark reality.
I have the photograph on my fridge now and look at it every day. Searching for that long lost feeling of Something.That something I know is missing from my life.
Perhaps when I am old and the memories of adulthood are failing me, drifting into convexed shadows like reflections on Christmas Baubles, That something will meet me in the glorious shimmering of colour radiating from the dusty corners of my biscuit-tin Brain, And I will feel complete.
Until that day, should it come. As we try to peep behind the commercial values and pressures of want rather than need. I will see the magic of Christmas only in the kind acts of forgiveness, charity and true empathy. Three gifts worthy of giving to any newborn baby on Christmas, and which seem abundant in the hearts and minds of children.
And if you never had a Christmas like this, Then for you I wish all three, and light a candle.
In hope it helps you find your way.
Have a blessed Christmas, Members of CS and a bright new year.
“He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.”
- Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol -
I was thinking very strongly about robbing a bank. But then I thought.
By the time I got the appropriate degree in accountancy or business studies, Christmas would be long over.
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On the internet You can always be sure to find the card to say exactly how you feel on a certain occasion.
In this case Christmas time.
So to anyone who cares I picked this one for you.
And I hope you Christmas as cute as a card
Society's Contemporary Contempt for Men.
Not my words. Its the name of a lecture I just watched.
You cant Argue with these Facts. But Im sure someone will.
Please feel free to Fight or Agree on this issue.
Or if you feel like it you could download "KRAMER V KRAMER"
Winner of some hollywood oscars
As a time traveller,
you are standing in a deserted street at a shop door in Austria
on 20 April 1891. when a woman asks if you could mind her pram,
It wont fit past the narrow door.
You agree, and as she goes in for her grocery's you here the keeper say:
"Hello Mrs Hitler. You are here for little Adolf's Birthday cake
I presume Just let me wrap it. "
You look in the pram and see a two year old
PLEASE HELP FINISH THE STORY
(and refrain from drawing Moustaches on the photo)
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