Horse, A Chicken & A Harley > On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play > together. One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and > began to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to > go > get > the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at > the > farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had > gone to town with the only tractor. > Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley. > Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of > rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. Back at the > bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken > arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of > rope the chicken tossed to him. > After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the > chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful > bike, rescued the horse! > Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and > the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. > The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best > Pals. > A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, > began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his > life! > The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. > Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thing and > he would then lift him out of the pit. > The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving > his life. > The moral of the story? (yep, you betcha, there IS a moral!) > "When You're Hung Like A Horse, > You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks
Yeah, thats it. Oh, I seen a rerun of them on the sci fi channel a month ago. I like the weird noise the police box made and the theme to the Dr. Who show. Of course, I am a sci fi nut anyways, lol.
Yeah, thats so true but I don't I have ever been happier than I was working those kind of jobs. I used to work for Handicapped Services for the college. I got to work as a social worker to help people find work once they got out of prison. I got to be an ice cream man for a while. The kids loved me, lol. I got to drive the school bus for two years. I got work for a nursing home for a while as an orderly. I got to do volunteer work for Saint Augustine's helping to feed the hungry people who didn't have any food. I got to work for the Salvation Army two or three times. I love helping the needy that is some very rewarding work. I got to work in a halfway house for chemically addicted people. Man you really don't know how well you got it made until you get to work with people to help themselves. Just a small act of kindness and the rewards are awesome.
My ex liked to talk to her plants. I had some friends who liked to talk to their plants, too, lol. When the plants start talking back is when you have to watch it, lol. Did ya ever watch that show, "Little House of Horrors? Feed Me, lol.
I really enjoy public television. If I had some money I would send some to them. Probably not much depends if I had a job that paid real money, lol. I used to be a fund raiser for Saint Elizabeth Anne Seton House. I was the house manager over a house of mentally challenged adults. I would call every where. My ex taught me the fine art of guilt tripping. I had all kind of stuff in the house, lol. I would ask the clients what they wanted to eat and then I would start calling all over the city of Wichita, Kansas. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?, lol.
People who have been through divorces and have lost their spouses come here because this is connecting singles. I wasn't very playful after my divorce or when my spouse died. It is nice to be playful on here. Just because a person has been through a divorce doesn't necessarily mean they are bad. It doesn't necessarily mean they are good either. The forums can be a great playground where you can play games or however you may wish to play.
Yup, I have seen this question before. This can be looked at many ways. Have fun on the forums. Welcome to where we play, chat, learn and do many things.
I still don't understand how they went into that tiny telephone booth and it was so big inside, lol. I have been to a lot of yard sales but I still can't find a sonic screwdriver, lol.
I just want them to bring back my Dr. Who, lol. I watched animusic the other night. It was so cool. It took three years to make it. Robots jamming, lol. Now I have seen it all.
Oh, yeah, public radio is cool, too. I like the music that comes from the colleges with the college dj's. They had a Frank Zappa night. It was awesome.
Hey, keep sending them pledges in so they will stop begging for money so I can watch it, lol. Anybody else watch Public Television because they can't afford those satellite and cable hookups?
John Fogherty In concert on AETN. Love Creedence Clearwater Revival. John Fogherty just got inducted into the Music Hall of Fame. Way to go, John. So many favorites of Creedence. Heard It The Grapevine is good but so are all of their music to me.
Thanks so much for sharing that. I wanted to run when I heard the word God because I was brought up in churches every since I was little. I had enough guilt to sink a battleship. I was asking if there was anybody besides God that I could get to help. They told me I could use the group as a higher power. They told me I use the sponsor that I got for a higher power because he had more time than me. They told me I could use the counselors. One of my counselors told me to go to outside meetings. She was dually addicted as well as her dog she said. One of my counselors was still used and dranked. I and others like me copped an attitude over it but she still helped us. Yeah I thought it was a cult, too. I thought that they were going brainwash me into thinking I was dually addicted. I am the case mentioned of some are sicker than others. I thought my first counselor in detox was a narcotics agent. I was so freaking paranoid. For the first six months I was a total basket case. I was terrified to leave Hope House for over fifteen minutes because it was my sanctuary and I got institutionalized big time. I had the shakes real bad and the awefullest nightmares. Yeah, I had the rest of what you said, too. The weirdest thing is when I found my people pleasing pleased hardly no one. They told me to be myself. I asked who in the hell is that. Then the freaking committee of my multiple personalities with multiple addictions. I remember being crouch in a corner terrified. I remember feeling like a failure because I didn't have the guts to commit suicide. Then I was given the answer why I should stay alive. I was alive to help others. I had a reason to exist. I had a purpose. I had a sense of direction. I sure was psychotic for a while though. Eventually the voices came just to be one voice. I was going to three meetings a day for a long time. I felt that at one time I was an abomination or some kind of freaking missing link. I really needed a keeper and my sponsor helped me a lot. I remember thinking I was terminally unique then I found someone like me. Oh, God, not two of me, gees. Then I felt so sorry for others because I began to understand what a real a**hole I really was thinking all the time I was a nice guy, lol. If people think I am bad now they should seen me when I was horrible.
My ex and me get along great. We haven't seen each otherin a long time except in passing a while back and at my daughter's graduation. My daughter's idea not mine by the way. I try not to tempt fate because I have enough problems to deal with but that is just me. I am afraid I would lose at the game of Russian roulette, eventually.
A loving God as he may express himself. Our athiest and agnostic membersS accept this as a power greater than themselves. Some use the group. We had one member who accepted a piece of tile as his higher power. Recovery Services Incorporated took a hammer and chisel to pull up the tile. He took it with him and they replaced the tile.
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RE: joke
Horse, A Chicken & A Harley> On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play
> together. One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a
bog and
> began to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the
chicken to
> go
> get
> the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving
at
> the
> farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for
he had
> gone to town with the only tractor.
> Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley.
> Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length
of
> rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. Back at the
> bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken
> arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop
of
> rope the chicken tossed to him.
> After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike,
the
> chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful
> bike, rescued the horse!
> Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse,
and
> the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.
> The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies,
Best
> Pals.
> A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too,
> began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his
> life!
> The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large
puddle.
> Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thing
and
> he would then lift him out of the pit.
> The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out,
saving
> his life.
> The moral of the story? (yep, you betcha, there IS a moral!)
> "When You're Hung Like A Horse,
> You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks