Religious Tits « Result #1 on Mar 12, 2009, 12:05am »
A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's, one of the largest department store chains. He shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said. 'I'd like to buy a bra for my wife'
'What type of bra?' asked the clerk.
'Type?' inquires the man 'There is more than one type?'
'Look Around,' said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size color and material.
'Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only three types of bras,' replied the salesclerk.
Confused, the man asked what were the types.
The saleslady replied 'The Catholic type, the, Salvation Army type, and the Baptist type. Which one do you need?'
Still confused the man asked 'What is the difference between them?'
The lady responded 'It is all really quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army type lifts up the fallen, and the and the Baptist type makes mountains out of mole hills.
From the time each of my children started school, wow power leveling,I packed their lunches. And in each lunch I packed, I included a note. Often written on a napkin, the note might be a thank you for a special moment, a reminder of something we were happily anticipating, or a bit of encouragement for an upcoming test or sporting event. In early grade school they loved their notes-they commented on them after school, and when I went back to teaching, wow power leveling,they even put notes in my lunches. But as kids grow older they become self?conscious, and by the time he reached high school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer needed my daily missives. Informing him that they had been written as much for me as for him, and that he no longer needed to read them but I still needed to write them, I continued the tradition until the day he graduated.
Six years after high school graduation, Marc called and asked if he could move home for a couple of months. He had spent those years well, graduating Phi Beta Kappa magna cum laude from college, completing two congressional internships in Washington, wow power leveling,D.C., winning the Jesse Marvin Unruh Fellowship to the California State Legislature, and finally, becoming a legislative assistant in Sacramento. Other than short vacation visits, however, he had lived away from home. With his younger sister leaving for college, I was especially thrilled to have Marc coming home.
A couple weeks after Marc arrived home to rest, regroup and write for a while, he was back at work-he had been recruited to do campaign work. Since I was still making lunch every day for his younger brother, wow gold,I packed one for Marc, too. Imagine my surprise when I got a call from my 24?year?old son, complaining about his lunch.
"Did I do something wrong? Aren't I still your kid? Don't you love me any more, wow gold,Mom?" were just a few of the queries he threw at me as I laughingly asked him what was wrong.
"My note, Mom," he answered. "Where's my note?"
This year my youngest son will be a senior in high school. He, too, has now announced that he is too old for notes. But like his older brother and sister before him,wow gold,he will receive those notes till the day he graduates-and in whatever lunches I pack for him afterwards.
About the General Board (READ IT!!!) « Result #4 on Aug 23, 2008, 8:14am »
This message board was set up for everyone to have a fun lemming-based time while we work on our lemming computer game. Sadly, almost all of the threads are about WoW. (Dont think I dont know!) Guys, this may be a general board, but if the rest of the board is untouched by you then you have no right to scrounge around here. I'm going to delete any thread that dont have to do with lemmings if I haven't seen their owner anywhere else.
I've been sittin' on the railroad, All the live-long day, I've been sittin' on the railroad, Just to wait for my dying day.... Boy, that's not healthy is it? That that's the first place I go to?
Re: A Random RP « Result #5 on Oct 24, 2007, 7:03am »
OOC: That's OK
*The Lemming Leader notices Roxanne in the crowd, winks at her, and continues, "So, we've got only half supply of food now?" She asks a nearby lemming, who nods somberly.*
I've been sittin' on the railroad, All the live-long day, I've been sittin' on the railroad, Just to wait for my dying day.... Boy, that's not healthy is it? That that's the first place I go to?
*A young lemming scurries out of her hole, worried she might be late for the lemming meeting. She skids infront of a large amount of gathered lemmings. Saved! She gets in the crowd and pretends she'd been there all along.*
OOC: Hiyas PPLZ! Thought I might start this. It seems to be the first RP ever, sorry it's work-based.