It's true...the Italians live for beauty and style....and always have....going right back to the romans....everything they do, has to have a chic to it....
Sophia Loren is still a crush for me....
...I had a wild, hot, effervescent crush on Claudia Cardinale as a teenager....
You are so see-thru it's unbelievable........why don't you just say you're lusting after Giorgo and Lorenzo, and you're gonna move lock stock and barrel to Italy, and then we'll still respect you in the morning....
The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is At the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.
St. Peter said, 'Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.'
Forrest responds, 'It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.'
St. Peter continued, 'Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?'
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, 'Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers' Forrest replied, 'Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins with the letter 'T'? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow.' !
The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, 'Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?' asked St. Peter.
'How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder,' replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.'
Astounded, St. Peter said, 'Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?'
Forrest replied, 'Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd... '
'Hold it,' interrupts St. Peter. 'I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind....but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name'?
'Sure,' Forrest replied, 'it's Andy.'
'Andy?' exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.
'O K, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?'
'Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,' Forrest replied. 'I learnt it from the song, 'ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.'
St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: 'Run Forrest, run.'
Give me a sense of humour, Lord. Give me the ability to understand a clean joke, To get some humour out of life, And to pass it on to other folk.
I don't mind gyms really....what I do mind is having to shower with 20 other males...every time I ask, when I join a new gym, if, in my case they could make an exception, and allow me to shower with the girls.....but outside of one time, I don't seem to receive a positive reaction to that request....
I currently use those plug-in-thingies.....the one I have seems to kill mosquitoes in flight.....but I'm starting to think....divide my body mass by the weight of a mosquito....then multiply by 365....I reckon it'll take me 3 years to suddenly drop dead from Thingy-Poisoning....so here's my solution...(and I personally think it's quite elegant).....a large, romantic, victorian mosquito net hanging above the bed from the ceiling. This will most certainly catch all mosquitoes, and possibly a few women as well.....
I eat when I am depressed....I also eat when I am happy.....I eat, what can I say??... I am the author of a philisophical magnus opus defined by the phrase, "I eat, therefore I am..."
I once saw myself on video, socializing in a crowd.....it was surprising to see myself like that, the way others see me......I'm sure others see us really differently to the way we perceive ourselves....
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It's true...the Italians live for beauty and style....and always have....going right back to the romans....everything they do, has to have a chic to it....Sophia Loren is still a crush for me....
...I had a wild, hot, effervescent crush on Claudia Cardinale as a teenager....