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I've said it beofe and I'll say it again, You're late to the party.
On that date, I'd been with my wife for 12 years and 8 weeks and married to her for 1 day short of 9 years and 4 months.
Plus, I'm way younger than you.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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I'm guessing she likes bacon and gin too?
Good one Nagy, I've been with my wife for 39 years (married for 37 next month) and it sounds like you'll make it to the high numbers too. 'Gratz!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Well done, lad!
Will Rogers never met me.
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It must be around this time that I met my wife too.
I graduated university in the summer of 2000, worked as a night security guard for most of the summer, then went to work on the south coast throughout October and November.
When I came back home she was working in my local, and hanging around with some of my old friends when not at work.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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Movie Quote Of The Day
Oh, lonesome night. And babbits bawling, the wind biting the bone. Wind like this... full of voices. Ancestry howling at you, yibbering stories, all voices tied up into one. One voice differing. One voice, whispering out there, spying from the dark. The fangy devil, Old Georgie hisself. Mm. Now your ear up close, and I'll yarn you about the first time we met, eye to eye.
Which movie?
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Rambo: Tea time in England
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Ear Up 3D : The dancing devil
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The Joker wrote: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
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I was wandering through the Everglades, I had one drink but no more...
Geek code v 3.12
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Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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Sounds like the lyrics from a meatloaf single
You cant outrun the world, but there is no harm in getting a head start
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
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Bambi
Geek code v 3.12
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Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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The Matrix
Your time will come, if you let it be right.
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Frozen, the directors cut
You cant outrun the world, but there is no harm in getting a head start
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
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The hollywood version of Hamlet.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Natty is 21 thousand miles away from home! #NattyDread
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I have no idea what you're talking about.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I expected that! It's a Bob Marley's song (Natty Dread)
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I am well aware of the Marley song, and I'm also well aware of the meaning of "natty dread", but I still don't have a clue as to what you're talking about.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Oso Oluwafemi Ebenezer wrote: Natty is 21 thousand miles away from home! I'm about 24,990 miles from home. I win!
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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RyanDev wrote: I'm about 24,990 miles from home. I win!
Try going in the other direction.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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There died a young man of 22, on his way from Christmas shopping in Oceanside, CA, to meet with friends at church in Fallbrook. On his way home he was murdered by a 50-something, career drunk leaving the bar plastered, as he had every night of his worthless life for 30 years. Kevin McDonald Wright was my only sibling, and after a short lifetime together fighting as brothers often do, was just becoming my best friend. His little truck was wrapped around a power pole and filled with crushed presents and bloody pulp; his killer's truck was filled with empty beer cans. While the murderer was in jail awaiting trial, the police received a number of anonymous calls begging the cops to arrange an accident for him, as he'd left a trail of destruction throughout his career of Olympic-class drinking. When he came to trial, he was sentenced to one year in County jail, and that was suspended because he promised to do better.
My mother has never recovered - she still leaps to the window when a little truck trolls down her street, in the hope that it's Kevin coming home. Dad went to his grave crying himself to sleep in this season. Tonight I type almost unable to see the screen for eyes swollen almost shut from crying; I apologize for the typos. One thoughtless, selfish drunken a**hole turned a season of joy and celebration into an enduring nightmare to be survived for not only my family, but the hundreds of others who cared enough about Kevin to attend his funeral - over 400 filled cars when I lost count, at a small, country church. Our family is Protestant, but the local Catholic church held a Mass for Kevin - unheard of in those days.
I've done my share of stupid drinking, even collected a DUI conviction for which I spent a bit of time in jail, which I richly deserved. I'm ashamed that I didn't stop drinking when Kevin was killed, but it's really not that drinking is a bad thing. It's not - as Ben Franklin said, God made beer for Man's happiness (I paraphrase a bit). But engaging in risky behavior while under the influence of alcohol, or any other mind-altering substance, is just, plain irresponsible. I have been guilty of that, and I'm eternally grateful to the Almighty that I hurt no one along the way to my learning.
I post this not in pursuit of sympathy; I deal with my loss in my way, and I endanger no one else ever again. I post it to beg all of you to think hard, in this season of celebration, about your alternatives when you go out to celebrate. By all means, go have fun! Our Savior drank His fair share of wine, and if He'd had access to brandy, I'm sure He would have enjoyed that, as well. But after a night of drinking, I'm sure he would have laid Himself down to sleep, or hired a mulester to get him home safely.
In this season when we celebrate our Savior's birth, we have every reason to have fun - after all, He interceded with our Father to erase all of our sins, and that's thirsty work. Drink up and enjoy! But, please, take a cab, or take a room wherever you're drinking, or sleep in the truck in the parking lot if you can do so without being arrested. I've done that.
Above all, enjoy this season of celebration of our Savior's birth, and try not to kill anybody who doesn't deserve to die. I'd really like to see you all on the other side of this awful holiday, alive and well and not in jail.
Will Rogers never met me.
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