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Many of us share similarities with famous people.
We have talents for lying, telling the truth,
music, drawing, math, poetry, singin dancin etc...
We also share some physical characteristics.
Do you look like Marylin Monroe, or
Abraham Lincoln?
They can be famous writers, politicians,
Musicians, race car drivers, movie stars, porn
stars or very prolific persons.
All of us have that special someone
inside us already; but tell me;
Who do you resemble?

Ok ill start. I look like a ghost ;0)
Thanks for the suggestion.
I think i look like a picture frame ;0)
Actually,
I look like a bunch of guys pics from here on CS ;0)

Seriously,
Ive been told i look like John Travolta.
Olivia told me that ;0)

Well, let’s get the record straight right from the start. It was not a case of cupcakes. It was a few boxes. 26 cardboard boxes, to be exact, each supposedly containing 144 cupcakes. 3 layers, 8 wide and 6 deep.

It is time we come clean on this. It all started when Mimi’s adopted cat offered the warehouse keys in return for a saucer of full cream dairy milk. She said Mimi only fed her on cupcakes and she was fed with it. So, being a cat lover, I gave her two saucers of milk but declined the keys. I’m not like that.

And then Jim, the gentle giant, came off his beanstalk and convinced me that it won’t be wrong to relieve Mimi from a few boxes because she had overproduced and she was flooding the market with cupcakes. I did not want to but ol’ Jimmy was so convincing that I forgot about all those nice things my mother taught me.

We stole into her warehouse one night with a train of 13 mules and we loaded 2 boxes on each mule. Jim headed the convoy and I took the back guard. As I left the warehouse following the last mule, I covertly took another box, which I carried. That box went missing along the way. I mean, what is the point in carrying an empty box? And what ol’ Jim did not know, could not hurt him.

We stashed the boxes in an old warehouse where Jim used to store the magic beans that he fed to that silly duck that he mistook for a goose. That was before he butchered the poor thing to get all the golden eggs at once. And what did he get? Zilch! Anyway, back to the topic, that was when the cheating started. When we wanted to divide the loot a few days later, I discovered that only two of the cartons contained 144 cupcakes. 20 cartons had 143 cupcakes and 4 cartons only had 142 cupcakes. Thus, 28 cupcakes went missing.

So, who was cheating who? Was Mimi cheating her customers, or was Jim cheating me? I know those cupcakes were so delicious. I secretly ate 24 when it was my turn to guard them - but somebody cheated me out of 4 and that pisses me off. Is there no honor amongst thieves?

Now I received a registered letter from a Ms Bollocks, claiming that she is representing the only heir to the now deceased Mimi, demanding payment for 27 and not 26 missing boxes. This sounds like a load of wallops to me and Jim will confirm that we only loaded 26 boxes. To date, neither Ms Bollocks nor her client could produce any proof that her dream-catching client is in fact Mimi’s heir. But I don’t know why they bother me with paying for the stuff. I pay like crime and we all know that crime does not pay.

Besides, the last time I spoke to Mimi, she said that I could have my share of the loot. Only Jim has to pay his share of it back. Unfortunately, the PM contained other intimate conversation that I cannot possibly share with anybody. It would be a gross break in confidence, even though she is no longer with us.

So, from the above you can clearly see that Jim was the wolf in the story and that I was very much the victim. I mean, who led the convoy?


Relax fellas, it is Friday!

PS
I still have a few dozen moldy stale fresh cupcakes for sale. At US$500 per dozen, it is a steal. I cannot be held responsible if the cupcakes go moldy while being shipped.

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I want each and everyone here to compliment someone.
I want you to compliment someone you don’t know.
You do not know this person from a hole in the ground. They are strangers. Maybe even strange.
There isn’t a single person on this planet who doesn’t appreciate a compliment and it’s even better when it’s from a stranger.
How often have you seen someone and thought “I love their hair.” Or their jeans or their sweater or their eyebrows? Usually we keep this information to ourselves. So then Miss Perfect eyebrows, who probably spends half her life getting perfect eyebrows never hears about how we too think she has perfect eyebrows.
We’re all guilty of talking about other people behind their backs, and that doesn’t just apply to their questionable taste in footwear. We tend to do it with the good things too. Like, so and so looks great lately, doesn’t he/she? We’ll say that to whoever.
In the grocery store we’ll see someone who has a nice wallet or an incredibly polite child. We just observe these things and keep them to ourselves.
But why? Why when a compliment is so easy to give and it makes someone else’s day so much better?
Because we’re afraid. Afraid of offending them, afraid of invading their space, afraid they’ll take it the wrong way, afraid we’ll somehow look like an idiot. Also we just can’t be bothered. It takes a lot of energy to muster up the breath and the sentence. Plus if you’re shy it’s even harder.
If you’re a man it’s doubly hard because if you compliment a woman you’re afraid you’ll be seen as hitting on her and if you compliment another man, you’re afraid you’ll be seen as hitting on him. It must be hard to be a man.
So I ask you use this blog just compliment someone. That’s all. Anyone. Don’t make it up or compliment something you don’t really like, just for the sake of complimenting. Find something you like and say “I like that”. That’s all there is to it.
Women shouldn’t need much help in this area. It comes a little more naturally to them. Being kind and considerate and caring and complimentary. It’s in some of their nature to nurture.
And for the men out there, you can never go wrong with complimenting another man’s car/motorcycle/callouses.
So away you all go, Compliment away.
I dare you.

So here we are again. All the same old faces minus a few and plus a few new ones. It is always so good to be here. I just cannot stay away.

So where have I been all the time? I suppose I could tell you that I was suspended but it won’t be fair to give CS the blame. I was just very busy. Firstly the food poisoning kept me down for longer than what I expected and then I went to Pretoria for a few days to visit my daughter.

And coming back I walked straight back into my old job for two weeks. The fella who replaced me took ill and while he was off sick I had to stand in for him. Teaching for two weeks only made me realize how much I loved my job. Maybe I retired too early. I really miss working with the students even though their closest resemblance to humans is the footprints they leave in the sand when they walk upright.

Sunday morning – and I was not even drunk - I dropped my external hard drive by accident and the thing decided to croak. It is still working but grinding like a mill. I bought a new drive yesterday and between the old drive and my laptop I managed to recover most my data. Only some movies were unreadable. I was very fortunate. I could have lost the lot and some of the info on there is irreplaceable. It is amazing how sensitive they are. It fell less than half a meter. I should think about getting a backup tape unit. They are much safer - /I think.

Otherwise all is fine and I have regained 3 of the 8 kg I lost while being sick.

Wishing you guys a great day.


And thank you for the PMs inquiring about my well being. I think I answered them all.

Last Friday, while I went to the café, our neighbor’s son, who is at college, parked without prior permission under the carport where I should be parking. I arrived home just as he was leaving the premises. I told him to remove his car so I can park mine but he said that his parents are out and he does not have a key for the car gate and won’t be more than a minute. He simply walked off and disappeared into his parents’ house.

I parked my car outside in the street and waited 10 minutes before I phoned the traffic department to impound the car. When they arrived about 45 minutes later his car was still there.

The car was towed off and the ensuing verbal barrage I received is not fit to be repeated here. That evening his mother came over to tell me how disappointed she was about the affair since I gave her son permission to park there. After telling her what really happened, she refused to believe it as her son has such ‘nice manners’.

Yesterday afternoon, while walking on the pavement, I found myself on a crash course with the same well-mannered young man. I gave the usual half pace to the left, expecting him to do the same. Luckily, I discovered in time that he had no such intention so I moved off another half pace and we passed each other without collision. That is except for the advice he gave me in passing.

In a case like this, I always move off a half pace. It is my duty as fellow human being. If the need should arise to move off another half pace, such as in this case, I do so with pride. It is my privilege as his superior. Bad manners is a serious handicap in life.

Good manners does not begin and end with ‘Please’ and ‘Thank You’. You can display good manners without using those words or use them in every sentence and still be rude as a pig. It is all about respect towards others and includes - but is not limited to - humility, courteousness, consideration, politeness and many other fine qualities. Body language also adds a lot to good manners.

It is always a pleasure to deal or talk to a well-mannered person and it comes to no surprise that well-mannered people usually get the job and seldom get fired. Good manners goes a long way.


May you all have an interesting and fruitful day.

Love is difficult to find,
Wonderful to have,
Easy to lose
and
Hard to forget!

I got this from one of man's profile...
I think I agree with him... IF we have sweet memories... IF not ?

In most countries there is a list of forbidden marriages. A list of people you may not marry. Mostly for genetic reasons while some are due to moral reasons.

For instance a man may not marry his biological grandmother, mother, sister, daughter, granddaughter, aunt or niece. In addition he may not marry his step grandmother, step mother, step daughter or step granddaughter.

In most western countries there are also restrictions on the members of you spouse’s family who you may marry. This varies from country to country. Some countries make special provision for in case the spouse is still alive or deceased.

It is interesting that a man may marry his stepsister without problems. In most countries you may marry your cousin but some countries do require the sterilization of one or both parties.

So if you have plans to marry a rich old coot for his money with the hope to marry his son afterwards, it will be wise to check the laws of your country first. You may just end up high and dry.


Have a great Monday

Haven't we progressed to be a society, country, and globally of civilized, loving, kind and compassionate people?

Haven't we attained a certain degree of understanding, intellectual and compassionate unity to accept that after all religious differences is truly not a cause to harm and to hurt other people?

Obviously not. Below is a copy of the result of the Human Rights Study, that covers all kinds of religion and it is truly mind boggling why it is on the rise. While this report is based on a 5 years old study, I do personally feel that lacking of acceptance and understanding of others belief and religion do cause so much rift among mankind even today.

When I was in Australia last year, which house the biggest group of Muslim (asylum seekers) sect, I observed a rather, alienating feelings and discontent from the citizens due to their transparent and powerful exhibit of their strong belief of which is very different from the Christian based citizens. Whether or not this will grow into a major problem, I don't know but perhaps some of our members here will share their opinion?


Can we shed a little understanding and what would you do if you had the power, authority to change such a growing intolerance?

Will we ever achieve a true friendly and compassionate relations regardless of our religion? Or perhaps, truly all wars are indeed caused by this rift?

Thank you all so much for your contributions, comments and opinions.

Have a nice day/night.