Fubar Blog Posts 2

Sand & Stone!
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: Today my best friend slapped me in the face. They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath.. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life". The friend who had slapped And saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgivness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." Learn to write your hurts in the sand

Sand And Stone
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: Today my best friend slapped me in the face. They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath.. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life". The friend who had slapped And saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgivness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." Learn to write your hurts in the sand

Sandcastles,part Ii©
Totally mind blowing. Thats the only way I can describe her. She fits me better than anyone ever has. Always up for an adventure,she is always willing to do whatever I want with her. Over time the trust has grown where I know just how far to push her before it gets off the charts. You have to leave something for later. We lay in the back of my explorer catching our breath. The sound of the pounding ocean drowns out almost everything around us. In the twilight,sea birds seem to float motionless in the air,riding the winds. She rolls on top of me and kisses back my smile. With a giggle I roll her off of me and I stand. Grabbing the towels I wrap on around me and watch as she does that amazing thing all women seem to be able to do with a towel. She wraps its just over her chest and it looks like an evening dress. Only a strong hand could remove that. I grab a small cooler and her hand and head toward to sea. The sounds grow louder still and I can tell by the anger of the waves that a

Sandcastles, The Conclusion©
I think there are a lot of fantasies that people have include the beach. Some may dream of the sounds of the waves,others the warm sea breezes caressing their skin. Maybe even walking hand in hand along the shore while the sunsets,painting the sky in vibrant colors of reds,oranges,and pinks. Then there is me...(evil grin). I am a FREEK! I love fooling around in public,especially the beach. Now here I am leaning back on a blanket,my playmates mouth on me,having just swallowed all that I had too offer her and she won't let me go. I am gonna let you,the reader,in on a secret that most do not know. After a man cums,if you keep going,weather it's having sex or preforming oral,HE can keep going. Your man will stay hard and be able to go another round unless he is totally worthless or completely out of shape. Those eyes are holding me captive as she keeps stimulating me with her mouth. They smile at me for she is in her element. She allows me to use her for my pleasure as she ta

Sands Of You
Sands of you I sit with you, in a dream world Gazing upon a dreams embrace I do not want to leave you When will my light cast upon your face When will you touch me When will you hold me in your arms When will you whisper my name When will your heart beat next to mine I want you to be mine It can not be untrue To see you smile at me to know, I am with you Your days of being without me are many that is not an unknown cry But know, I am not without you Every time I look beyond the sky I know you are there Maybe not next to me but somewhere out there maybe, you think of me I breathe in and I can smell you I feel you, longing to touch your hand I know you are not beside me In my heart, is where you stand I sit here waiting for you to come Sharing with me, your hearts desires I am your stream of unlost dreams You are my undying fire.

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE W ROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN

Sand Tarts
Sand Tarts Sand tarts are delicate, and though they take a bit of time and patience, are delightfully tasty and elegant party treats. Ingredients: 1 cup butter, softened 1/4 cup,plus 1 tablespoon powdered sugar 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract 2 1/2 cups four 1 cup chopped pecans ( make the pieces pretty small) Additional powdered sugar Directions: Cream the butter and the sugar together until light and fluffy. Stir in the vanilla, flour, and chopped nuts. Mix until just combined. Shape the dough into balls and place 2 inches apart on the cookie sheet. Bake at 350* for about 10 minutes, or, until the bottoms are beginning to get LIGHT brown. Do NOT overcook! Remove from the cookie sheet and IMMEDIATELY roll into the powdered sugar, and then onto a fancy platter to cool.

San Diego The City Of Nothing Fun
I Swear I've Been In San Diego About 3 Months Now And I Have Yet Had Any Kind Of Fun......I Would Like To Meet Some New Friends & Have Fun For Once.....If You Redcide In San Diego Or The Area, Well Shit....Hit Me Up....Fuck I Need Some New Party People....Well Any Ways...Peace!

San Diego Barbie's
Mattel recently announced the release of Limited-Edition Barbie dolls for the San Diego, California area market: Chula Vista Barbie - This Spanish-speaking- only Barbie comes with a 1984 Toyota with expired temporary plates and three baby Barbies in the back seat, but no car seats. The optional Ken doll comes with a pickup truck loaded 10 feet high with mattresses. Green cards are not available for Chula Vista Barbie or Ken. National City Barbie - This Barbie now comes with a stroller and an infant doll. Optional accessories include a GED and bus/trolley pass. Gangsta Ken and his 79 Caddy (with switches) were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant. Rancho Bernardo Barbie - This modern-day homemaker Barbie is available with a Ford Windstar minivan and matching gym outfit. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation or secondary education. Traffic-jamming cell phone included, headset sold separately. Oceanside Barbie - This

Sand & Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH . THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE OTHER FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT."

The Sands Of Christmas
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, my stocks were down another point,the Dolphins lost by six. And so with only minutes till my son got home from school I gave up the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break. I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds and swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A. A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their eyes were hard as polished flint, there faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armour with their rifles shouldered tight, their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a slient night. Other soldiers gathered, hun

San Diego
Ah so Ok, i'm going to be leaving tonight for San Diego with my friends Aaron and Tina, we are going to this gay club in hollywood called Tigerheat and then were going to stay in Aaron's apartment in San Diego, then Friday were going to probably go to Tijuana, if we can get back over the border lol were going to come home Saturday night and be home in time for Christmas, wish me luck lol I'm going to need it with these bitches ♥

San Diego And Tijuana Were Awesome!
I had the best time of my life this weekend, seriously. Thursday night Tina, Aaron, and I left Ridgecrest for West Hollywood. We got to club Tigerheat around 11pm and it was crazy. It was christmas themed so everyone was dressed up and there was fake snow falling from the ceiling and the place was completely packed. Everyone was dancing and it was just so fun. I wanted to take a gay gogo dancer named Chris home with me but sadly he likes the buttsex. So we left the club around 2am and made the drive to Aaron's apartment in San Diego which was about 2 hrs away. We got there at about 6am because there was an accident on the freeway and finally passed out when we got there. Friday we got up and showered and dressed and then we went to the beach. It was fun, we walked around and bought shot glasses and took stupid pictures. Friday night we got all dressed up and took the trolley from Aaron's apartment all the way to the mexico border in Tijuana and then we took a cab to this club called Mr

Sandals
A married couple was on holiday in Jamaica. They were touring around the > marketplace looking at the goods and such when they passed this small > sandal > shop. > > From inside they heard the shopkeeper with a Jamaican accent say, "You > foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop!" > > So the married couple walked in. The Jamaican said to them, "I have some > special sandals I think you would be interested in. Dey make you wild at > sex." > > Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the > man claimed.... but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the > sex God he was. > > The husband asked the man, "How could sandals make you into a sex freak?" > > The Jamaican replied, "Just try dem on, Mon." So the husband, after some > badgering from his wife, finally gave in, and tried them on. > > As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his > eyes, > something his wife hadn't seen in many years ! In the

Sands Of Time
You’re walking in the sands of time. Never knowing what you may find. Loosing life and ending love, Having friends that seem to fall. You will find in one life time, When things appear that do not last. Every thing you once knew, Seems to fade all to fast. So when you find your one true love, Hold on tight and you’ll get through, Don’t let go and they will stay, And hold your hand to lead the way.

Sand And Stone
SAND & STONE TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. ~ DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE.THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: ~ TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. ~ THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH ~ THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. ~ AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE W ROTE ON A STONE: ~ "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". ~ THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" ~ THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,

The Sands Of Time
as my heart lies bleeding ,in the sands of time not beating,i've come to realize you were the one.the one who lifted me up when i was down,made me a king when i felt like a clown,i still can't believe you're gone. i spent a lifetime in your arms, keeping my heart safe from harm,what will i do now that you're gone?this lonliness is killing me,a moment without you , i cannot breathe, you are the half that makes me whole. if you turn to say goodbye,i know i will surely die, i don't want to face this world alone. but , if you give my heart the chance it needs, to show you that i have reprieve, then we can both see a brighter day.but, if you must go i wish you well, i will watch our heaven turn to hell,and both our blue skies fade to grey!

The Sands Of Time!do Not Steal Or Copy Unless Asking Me First!
as my heart lies bleeding ,in the sands of time not beating,i've come to realize you were the one.the one who lifted me up when i was down,made me a king when i felt like a clown,i still can't believe you're gone. i spent a lifetime in your arms, keeping my heart safe from harm,what will i do now that you're gone?this lonliness is killing me, a moment without you , i cannot breathe, you are the half that makes me whole. if you turn to say goodbye,i know i will surely die, i don't want to face this world alone. but , if you give my heart the chance it needs, to show you that i have reprieve, then we can both see a brighter day.but, if you must go i wish you well, i will watch our heaven turn to hell,and both our blue skies fade to grey!

Sandpaper People - Know Any???
(emailed to me by a friend of mine, Danny...) â€œBeloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.â€ 1John 4:11 (NKJ) Devotion: Have you ever encountered a â€œsandpaper person?â€ You know, someone that rubs you the wrong way. Most of us want to run and hide from sandpaper people. Sometimes we escape them, but not for long. Eventually, we will run head-on into another one. Why? Because God is doing some of His best work in us when He places sandpaper people in our lives. Have you ever noticed how hard it is to love a sandpaper person? Theyâ€™re usually arrogant, mean, rude and selfish. They like to demand their own way and boast in their accomplishments. Yet, God has called us to love all peopleâ€”not just the lovable, but the unlovable as well. The Bible says, â€œBeloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one anotherâ€ (1 John 4:11). You may be thinking thatâ€™s impossible. Youâ€™re right; in our own strength we canâ€™t love the unlovely. Yet,

The Sands Of Christmas
THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS by Michael Marks I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six. And so with only minutes till my son got home from school I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break. I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, Eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A. A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, Their dearest wish for Christmas, just t

Sand Sculpture Stash !
Hi all I've done another stash but this time is some really cool sand sculptures !! Pop on over and take a look ! Big thanks to those who have already shown some lurve, i hope you enjoyed. Take care all. Love Lin xx

Sand And Stone....thanx Mix!
I copied this from a friend's stash...hope you don't mind Mix...but it was just too beautiful not to pass on, and something we all need to remember! TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH. THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE OTHER FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENES

Sand & Stone
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life ". The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied "when someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." Learn to write your hurts in the sand

Sandcastle Construction
With summer just around the corner, and millions of people heading off to the beaches, I thought it would be a good idea to teach you all the basics of sandcastle building The correct construction of a Sandcastle, is much more difficult than people realise. Which is why I thought it would be a good idea to share some of my vast knowledge with you all. I've put this rather complicated procedure into simple terms, and have included some of my own helpful tips, where appropriate.... So without futher ado, let us begin... Necessary Tools: One Plastic Bucket in the shape of a castle.. one Plastic Spade.. and a selection of Silly Flags. There are more tools that would also be helpful, but I will deal with those later in the lesson. Location: The best location for sandcastle building is called a, "Beach" - This is normally found on a, "coastline"... These places are easily identifiable as they are full of the main construction material called, "Sand" and have a l

Sandwich Time
okay so a guy is near the end of his senior year in high school. Unfortunately, he still has to share a room with his younger brother who is only 9 years old. One night, he decides to bring his girlfriend home for a little fun. They have bunk beds and the guy notices that his little brother is already asleep on the lower bunk, so he and his girlfriend climb up to the top bunk. As you might expect things start to heat up. The guy remembers that his little brother is sleeping below so he tells his girlfriend to whisper "lettuce" if she wants it harder and "tomato" if she wants a new position. Lettuce!!! Tomato!!! Lettuce!!! Tomato!!! Lettuce!!! Tomato!!!!! She screams!!!! Lettuce!!! Tomato!!! Whoa!!! PULL IT OUT!!! PULL IT OUT NOW!!!! I can't get pregnant! Then the little brother shouts up, "Hey, would you guys stop making sandwiches up there! You're getting mayonnaise all over my face!

Sand & Stone
SAND & STONE TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN TH E SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED! GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOO

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ." THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE W

Sand & Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN TO WRIT

Sand & Stone
Sand and Stone TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU

Sand And Stone
SAND and STONE TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE

The Sand Creek Massacre
The Sand Creek Massacre Southern Cheyenne November 29, 1864 Colorado Territory during the 1850's and 1860's was a place of phenomenal growth spurred by gold and silver rushes. Miners by the tens of thousands had elbowed their way into mineral fields, dislocating and angering the Cheyennes and Arapahos. The Pike's Peak Gold Rush in 1858 brought the the tension to a boiling point. Tribesmen attacked wagon trains, mining camps, and stagecoach lines during the Civil War, when the military garrisons out west were reduced by the war. One white family died within 20 miles of Denver. This outbreak of violence is sometimes referred to as the Cheyenne-Arapaho War or the Colorado War of 1864-65. Governor John Evans of Colorado Territory sought to open up the Cheyenne and Arapaho hunting grounds to white development. The tribes, however, refused to sell their lands and settle on reservations. Evens decided to call out volunteer militiamen under Colonel John Chivington to quell

Sand & Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE W ROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE

Sand And Stone
Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, wou wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." Learn to write your hurts in the sand

San Diego!!!
You know you are from San Diego when... ~Your high school had a surf team~ ~You can correctly pronounce Tierrasanta, La Jolla, Rancho Penasquitos, San Ysidro, Otay Mesa, Jamacha, Jamul, Cuyamaca, and El Cajon~ ~There are four distinct seasons: Summer, Not Quite Summer, Almost Summer, and Oh Hey Look Its Summer Again~ ~Chula-juana is a real town.~ ~Your house is worth more than some small countries~ ~You know what MB, OB, and PB stand for~ ~Every street name is either in Spanish or Spanish related, and you're surprised when other areas don't have this~ ~You can determine the accuracy of someone's "I'm ghetto" claim by knowing their high school. For example, El Camino High School or Crawford High School~ ~You see weather forecasts for four different climate zones in the same county, and aren't remotely surprised. The Micro Climate Weather~ ~You've gone to Mt. Helix in July and know you still need a jacket~ ~You've tailgated at Qualcomm Stadium, and for a

11's And Stash
Since I cleaned out my friends list, I've actually been able to give away all my 11's. If I haven't hit your page, I will ;) Also, please let me know if you have any stash or blogs or whatever. I'd like to rate that too - and I don't need 11's to do that ;) Stay safe /kisses.

Sandy
My cousin Sandy died in a car accident on Friday night... its a awful, sad and tragic way to go... and it makes me feel all numb thinking about it... he was a great guy, happy, sweet, fun and nice... and its a shame somebody like him had to leave us so young.. he will be missed and i wish we coulda talked more often. much love always, your cuzzy Nikki

Sand Art Brownies
Ingredients * 5/8 cup all-purpose flour * 3/4 teaspoon salt * 1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder * 1/2 cup all-purpose flour * 2/3 cup packed brown sugar * 2/3 cup white sugar * 1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips * 1/2 cup vanilla baking chips * 1/2 cup walnuts Cooking Instructions Mix the 5/8 cup of flour with salt. In a clean, wide mouth 1 quart or 1 liter jar, layer the ingredients in the order given. Starting with the flour and salt mixture, and ending with the walnuts. Attach a decorative tag to the out side of the jar with the following directions: Sand Art Brownies: 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease one 9x9 inch square baking pan. 2. Pour the contents of the jar into a large bowl, and mix well. 3. Stir in 1 teaspoon vanilla, 2/3 cup vegetable oil, and 3 eggs. Beat until just combined. 4. Pour the batter into the prepared pan, and bake in the preheated oven for 25 to 30 minutes

Sand And Stone
Sand and Stone TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN T

Sandman Debuts In N.e.w On 10/13
On October 13th, Next Era Wrestling in Rochester NY presents Ascension 3. This is our 3rd anniversary show, and what a way to start off but with a bang!!!!!!!!! Fresh off of ECW, and WWE, The Sandman makes his debut. For more info email me, or check out www.nexterawrestling.com

Sandpaper
Rubbed raw by too much reality, baby - my nerves are shot - are you going to blame me for gin for tonic for lime juice squeezed like my blood from wedges of my goddam heart? Tell me, now, where does my arm end and the bottle begin? It is as much a part of me as you once were - and I know where to get more Tanqueray, never had enough of your intoxication. I'll never fuck this bottle, but I can make love to the lovely green glass every night every day every time your picture drops from my wallet. © All rights reserved

San Diego Ghost Tour
I have been to San Diego twice during my time in the navy. The first time I didn’t experience anything. Mostly because I was visiting an old friend from boot camp, but the second time around I got to experience a lot of San Diego and learned and saw first hand a lot of what I saw on the t.v. One of the main goals this time around was to see the Whaley House in Old Town San Diego. The first day I rented a car and drove around the city familiarizing with the city. I found the USO where I spent half my free time. The other half was in Old Town San Diego. I fell in love with the area. Apart of me thought I used to live there in a past life. I got lost in finding Old Town the first time, but I remembered the area well so it wasn’t a reoccurring thing. The Whaley House was definitely an interesting place. They building had gone through many transformations going from a general store, court house, theatre, and of course was the one time home of the Whaley family. One of the times I was wa

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE" THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT" LEARN TO WRIT

San Diego Vs New Orleans
SAN DIEGO - President Bush dismissed comparisons between the federal response to Hurricane Katrina and the California wildfires Thursday, saying that getting help to people who are hurting is the most important thing. ADVERTISEMENT "There's all kinds of time for historians to compare this response to that response," Bush said during a tour of the state's fire-ravaged communities. The president walked down a street of the hard hit community of Rancho Bernardo, where homes have been burned to rubble, at one point offering comfort to Jay and Kendra Jeffcoat, standing near where a single spiral staircase rested amid rubble that used to be their home and near their burnt-out car melted into the scorched earth. "For those of us here in government, our hearts are right here with the Jeffcoats," the president said, his armed draped around Mrs. Jeffcoat. Holding her small brown dog on a leash, she fought back tears. Bush ferried several California lawmakers with him on Air Forc

Sand And Stone~
Sand and Stone TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE" THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE" THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOME

The Sandpiper....read It To The End!!!
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring. "Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said. "It's a what?" "It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance. "What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson." "Mine's Wendy... I'm s

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CA

A Sand Castle Of Dreams
A Sand Castle Of Dreams Through the night she dreams Love and lust riding on; the rays of a moonbeam. She spreads her arms like the wings of an eagle. She soars through the blanket of Heavenly stars. Guided by the rhythm of his heartbeat, every thump echoing his desires and need. Calling out too her, " find me my love" ! Soaring above rolling white cap waves; on a emerald green sea, moonlit meadows, pass jagged sandy crusted cliffs. There he stood waiting arms stretching up pulling her from the sky together they are one. Heart, bodies and souls entwined. Lovers, soul mates; Woman and man, building a sand castle of hopes and dreams. Palm trees swaying; Sea gulls and porpoises diving through the white cap waves. They sit holding each other on a white sandy paradise beach; away from the hustle and bustle of the real world. Lost in a lovers haven; where no one can intruded. They are alone, One

Sandiego
yea i went there today or rather yesterday to see my friend brittany it was fun.i wanted to keep driving tho..just keep going and never turn back damn hahaha and butcher bitch you dissapoint me and wench we were going to make you go to the store and get stuff for our cupcakes but you never came how rude

Sand And Stone
Sand and Stone TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND, TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH. THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE" THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT" LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE S

Sandi420 Luv U Baby Girl!
I Love You Baby girl.. Current mood: depressed Category: sad Life Sandi I hope someday you can read this and know how much I love you.. Perhaps you will be mad at me 4 talking to Mom and Dad...I did it because we love you..I love you.. We are desperate to help you annd it was the only way..If I had 2 do it again and choose between you getting mad 4 a while or trying 2 help the Dr's and you parents save your life..If I had to I would do the same thing all over.. From the moment we met we bonded.. you have been my BFF, my love, my sanity 4 2+yrs now.. I wish I had been more available these last few weeks..perhaps we would be on the phone now or online or exchanging gifts.. Instaead I'm writtting this..trying to ease the pain in my heart.. It's not helping... I look at your pictures, comments, messages, everything reminds me of you.. I call the house everyday to check on you...I talk 2 your mom or dad 4 awhile then I hang up and cry I hope Don had nothing t

Sandman
(shoutbox) SANDMAN: hi are u horny ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SERIOUSLY?!! WHAT THE ~FUCK~ ??!!!!!!! I don't even know where to START with that.. Stupid little dickless excuse for a man... wouldn't know what to do with me if I was put on a bed with ann instruction manual.

Sandra Lee -interview
Sandra Lee's Homemade Faith The TV host opens up about her troubled childhood and her transcendent faith. Interview By Lilit Marcus The star of the Food Network's "Semi-Homemade Cooking" and author of the memoir "Made from Scratch," [Meredith, 2007] tells Beliefnet about her childhood with a mentally ill mother and an abusive father and how she managed to overcome the odds to become a successful entrepreneur and TV personality. When her alcoholic mother's long absences left an adolescent Sandra in charge of her younger siblings, she figured out cooking techniques and shortcuts that would one day become the basis for "Semi-Homemade," which helps busy moms prepare quick and easy meals for their families. You've had such a remarkable journey, from being on food stamps to being a successful TV host. Do you think that God had a plan for your life? Oh, absolutely. I think He absolutely has one. I think He has a plan for me in heaven, too. I had two dreams about my Grandma after

11's And Blings
> Here's the deal..... I will offer all of my 11's to whomever brings me a Bling Pack. If I receive more then 1 Bling Pack, I will notify you of when your will be getting your 11's. They will be given in order of Packs received. ** Hugs ** ( It works out for everyone involved and 11's will ONLY be given during a HH ) Mystic Illusions ..:: One Of The Original FuBunnie Family Members ::..@ fubar

Sands Of Time
Life has its ups and its downs, We move forward and backward, Sometimes with each breeze. But we're not carousels going round and round, Neither should we be easily moved like the leaves in the trees. God forbid my standing idly by and not doing the very best I can, While the world passes me by, and the " Sands of Time" slip through my hands. I often strive to find a reason for the way things seem to go, so wrong and I usually find I'm the center of that problem, and have been all along. But deliver me from the attitude that I'm the only bad luck man, and neglect an unfortunate Brother, While the "Sands of Time", slip through my hands. Let me always keep my wits about me and not to languish and linger, Missing opportunities to serve, on the right and on my left, While the shifting "Sands of Time" slip through my fingers. Take the time to hear the story of an unfortunate, facing life's defeat, His whole future may depend on you, Pl

Sand And Stone...
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH. THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE OTHER FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN

Sandman -- The Complete Convo :p
Dude didn't even bother to look at my pro. Must have seen me scrolling or something and decided to hit me up in my sb. I'm so glad that I've opened it back up to dumbasses so that I can have some fun. You know how this works... climb up the ladder. ENJOY!!! ->SANDMAN: GROSS! Ya fucking freaky faggot! SANDMAN: mmmmm yea ->SANDMAN: Wow... seriously? SANDMAN: mmmmm yea am fingering my ass and strocking my cock right now ->SANDMAN: You would? Seriously? For me? SANDMAN: mmmmmmm yea ->SANDMAN: Just your fingers? I like bigger things. Got a flashlight? Would you shove that in your ass for me? SANDMAN: my fingers ->SANDMAN: As you can probably imagine, I have some trust issues, due to my past. ->SANDMAN: I'm not showing anything until I hear what you'll do. I want to know that you'll shove something up your ass for me, and what, before I show you anything. We'll have to hurry though. I'm not home alone for much longer. SANDMAN: got to see u frist i have be

Sand & Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: 'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE '. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?' THE FRIEND REPLIED 'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STON

Sand Paintings
Sand Paintings You Need: * Colored sand (various colors) * White glue * Paint brush (old one) * Paper (as thick as possible to prevent warping) * Pencil PREPARATION: Make sure to cover work surface completely. Lightly sketch design onto paper. Make design fairly simple with large areas of color. Stay away from tiny details. Place your drawing on top of another clean piece of paper that you have folded in half and then opened again. This will aid you in not only in catching the extra sand but then in pouring in back in the original container. Pour some glue into a disposable container (paper cups work well). Thin glue with a few drops of water to the consistency of paint. "Paint" glue onto areas of picture. (Paint only the areas that will be the same color until all areas of that color are complete. ) Sprinkle or pour sand over the fresh glue and then tip the paper to get rid of the excess sand. "Paint" more glue and sprinkle more sand unt

Sand In Da Azz
OH YEA...I WISH I WAS AT THE BEACH, BUT AT LEAST I CAN DREAM! LETS HAVE A BEACH PARTY! ITS PRETTY SIMPLE, JUST FAN, RATE, AND ADD THE PEOPLE BELOW! ONCE YOU GET DONE SEND ME A PRIVATE MESSAGE SO I CAN ADD YOU TO THE LIST! ALREADY HAVE THEM ON YOUR LIST? THATS OK, JUST LEAVE A PROFILE COMMENT SAYING "ENJOYING THE BEACH" THAT WAY EVERYONE WINS! SO BREAK OUT YOUR BATHING SUITS AND BEACH BALLS AND START THE PARTY! DONT FORGET TO PRIVATE MESSAGE ME SO I CAN ADD YOU TOO! AND ABOVE ALL ELSE! REPOST REPOST REPOST! SO WE CAN MAKE IT A GOOD ONE! START WITH THIS SEXY WOMAN CAUSE SHE MADE US STICKY SO THANK HER TOO!! ♥cottonblossom♥ RL WIFE 2 TattooedMarine*FuGF 2 DJ Showtime*Founder of Spankers Club*@ fubar BEACH LOVERS... cntrygal321~SHADOW LEVELERS~@ fubar In my dreams...or yours? ~*~ Pilot of Fantasy Flight ~*~ Shadow Leveler ~*~@ fubar Rïvë® G®ëëtë® @ Çlüb Mï§ƒït§@ fubar ☠HOOSIER☠~Owned by Freak

Sandy Starfish Necklace
Glue Starfish Craft/Necklace This pebbly-textured starfish is easily made from white glue sprinkled with sand or glitter. It is fun to wear, display, or hang in a window. Supplies: * White glue * A toothpick or small stick * Waxed paper * Sand or glitter * 1 paper clip * Yarn Working on a piece of waxed paper, carefully squeeze some white glue in the shape of a starfish. If you need to adjust the shape of the starfish a bit, use a toothpick. Fold a paper clip into a "V" shape. Put the ends of a paper clip into the glue at the end of one arm of the starfish. Sprinkle the glue lightly with sand (or glitter). Gently shake off the excess sand (or glitter). Let it dry completely (this takes at least overnight - sometimes longer). Carefully peel the waxed paper off the back of the starfish. You now have a pebbly-textured starfish to wear, display, or hang in a window.

Sand And Stone
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH. THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: 'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE'. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?' THE FRIEND REPLIED 'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT.' LEARN T

Sandy Pieces
Sandy Pieces by LateNiteFantasy© Here I am silent Lost in the Landscape of Thought again Fingering the puzzle pieces I struggle to put together But the sun, blazing above me, temporarily blinds me Heating the hardened black pitch on which I work Unable to stand the heat, the struggle, the confusion I flee towards the shore I hit the cool of the sand And search longingly for my diversion But all I see is miles and miles of cool untainted sands Footsteps already smoothed over, forgotten about A body of water whose waves lap the shore in perfect precision and unison I slump into the sand and try to be grateful For this peace I close my eyes and allow the well-trained waves To lull me into a secure sleep A slight breeze crawls into my hair And I part my lids dreamily and notice A gathering of embers beside me Memories of your footsteps on this shore come crashing forward Though your steps were never deep I protected what little I had from extinction as well as I

Sandwhiches..?? Hmmm ;-)
A little girl and a little boy attended the same school and became friends. Everyday they would sit together and eat lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day! This went on through the 4th and 5th grades. One day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich. He said "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken any more?" She said " I love it but I have to stop eating it." "Why?" he asked. She pointed to her lap and said " Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there." "Let me see " he said. "Okay" and she pulled up her skirt. He looked and said "That's right! You are,you better not eat any more chicken." He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too." She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her. She said "Oh my God its too late for you! You've already got

Sandy And Jana
[B]Lifestyles of the Horny and Famous[/B] [URL=http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/vol056.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/tnvol056.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Welcome friends I'm world famous celebrity wannabe Robin Leecher and in today's episode of Lifestyles of the Horny and Famous, we are paying a visit to porn superstar Jana Jordan. On our show today, we spend some time with Jana as she lays out by the pool on a rare day off from her hectic career. [URL=http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/set056_002.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/tn_set056_002.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL=http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/set056_036.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.clubjanajordan.com/updates/2008-07/tn_set056_036.jpg[/IMG][/URL] So just what does a world famous porn superstar do on her day off? Well as you can see, she loves to strip strip off her little swimsuit and get down and dirty for our cameras. Jana gave our camera crew quite a treat

Sand Castles, The Conclusion©
I think there are a lot of fantasies that people have include the beach. Some may dream of the sounds of the waves,others the warm sea breezes caressing their skin. Maybe even walking hand in hand along the shore while the sunsets,painting the sky in vibrant colors of reds,oranges,and pinks. Then there is me...(evil grin). I am a FREEK! I love fooling around in public,especially the beach. Now here I am leaning back on a blanket,my playmates mouth on me,having just swallowed all that I had too offer her and she won't let me go. I am gonna let you,the reader,in on a secret that most do not know. After a man cums,if you keep going,weather it's having sex or preforming oral,HE can keep going. Your man will stay hard and be able to go another round unless he is totally worthless or completely out of shape. Those eyes are holding me captive as she keeps stimulating me with her mouth. They smile at me for she is in her element. She allows me to use her for my pleasure as she takes

Sand Castles, Part 2©
Totally mind blowing. Thats the only way I can describe her. She fits me better than anyone ever has. Always up for an adventure,she is always willing to do whatever I want with her. Over time the trust has grown where I know just how far to push her before it gets off the charts. You have to leave something for later. We lay in the back of my explorer catching our breath. The sound of the pounding ocean drowns out almost everything around us. In the twilight,sea birds seem to float motionless in the air,riding the winds. She rolls on top of me and kisses back my smile. With a giggle I roll her off of me and I stand. Grabbing the towels I wrap on around me and watch as she does that amazing thing all women seem to be able to do with a towel. She wraps its just over her chest and it looks like an evening dress. Only a strong hand could remove that. I grab a small cooler and her hand and head toward to sea. The sounds grow louder still and I can tell by the anger of the waves that a s

Sand Castles©
Well here we go again. Another great adventure. Have you ever been asked to go on an adventure and instead of saying yes,lets you've said where? I often ask if you'd like to go on an adventure and most just laugh and giggle. So once more... Do you want to go on an adventure? She said yes. I had called her because she is my playtoy. Over time, a trust has been developed between us. I have explored every inch of her and listened to the sound I can make her body make in response to my touch. We have learned each other completely. I told her we were going for a little ride and to be ready shortly. I had a bold idea and wanted to really push her this time. I knew she would jump at the challenge,lol. I am sure she could hear the trouble in my voice and asked what I required. I told her she was to be VERY inventive and totally accessible. She just giggled and said see you in a few minutes. I showed up and was a bit puzzled when she called my cell and said to pull up near the garage in

Sandy & Jana
[CENTER][B]Summer Girls[/B][/CENTER] [URL=http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/vol091.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/tnggvol091.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Ahhh, is there any better season then summer? Lots of hotties by the pool in small swimming suits. Today, Adrienne dropped by for a swim but she forgot her suit. Luckily Sandy had a spare. And don't these girls look amazing in their Brazilian suits. [URL=http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/vol091_15.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/tn_vol091_15.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL=http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/vol091_20.jpg][IMG]http://cdn2.sandy-summers.com/updates/2008-07/tn_vol091_20.jpg[/IMG][/URL] After showing off their hot bodies at the pool for a while they decide to find some privacy in the shade. The only problem is that Adrienne is a little cold now that she is out of the sun in a wet suit. Sandy wants to help her friend so she helps Adrienne remove the suit.

Sandy Has Less Than 100k To Go
She is a really good friend and is very close to Fu-King. To make it even easier, her Auto-11s are active for another two hours. All rates will be returned. Sassy 5 Souls ~ proud member of the Rate Spankers Leveling Club ~@ fubar

The Sandpiper
The Sandpiper by Robert Peterson She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring. "Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said. "It's a what?" "It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance. "What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Robert," I

San Diego. Ca. July 06 Cox Arena
DAMN IT THE EFFER ALWAYS DOES SOME STUNT AFTER DRINKING 85 BOTTLES OF WINE AND SMOKING 18 CARTONS OF CIGS....WATCH THE CLIMB TO THE ROOF ON ROPE LADDER........I WAS FRONT ROW....DAMN NEAR HAD A HEART ATTACK, LOLZ

Sands Of Christmas
THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six. And so with only minutes till my son got home from school I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break. I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A. A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Sand Dreams
A deep midnight blue sky, with the bright new moon out, it's clear as a whistle out. The stars seem to glow like fireflies, they sparkle on the water. As they walked by the edge of the water, behind them left their imprints in the crystal clear sand, but each step would last longer in their life than the imprints on the sand would. A mist starts to appear out of no where, just about waist high. The cool breeze sends chills down the spine and goose bumps appear along her arm. You can hear the leafs rustle as they swing back and forth gently in the tree tops. They sat down on a soft blanket and curled up next to each other watching the sky. A shooting star falls from the heavens. As they sat there, holding each other they realized that their wish had already came true. Their love was like a dance, ever step and move is like an emotion that carries them. Starting out slow, finding out ever detail and although the dance seemed the same; he dips her all of a sudden and all the myst

The Sandwich Cookie Personality Test
You Are Traditional and Dependable You are optimistic, friendly, and cheerful. People appreciate the hopefulness and good vibes you bring to any situation. You are a very active, on the go person. You get restless if you're forced to sit still for too long. You're easy going and easy to be around. You aren't picky or high maintenance. You seek security in your life. Feeling safe is important to you. The Sandwich Cookie Personality Test

Sandwich Cookie Personality Test
You Are Spontaneous and Bold You view the world with childlike wonder. You are very inquisitive. You can help but spy, investigate, and ask questions. You are a very creative and innovative person. You dream big and rarely do something the same way twice. You're easy going and easy to be around. You aren't picky or high maintenance. You seek sensations in your life. You crave excitement and love risks. The Sandwich Cookie Personality Test

Sand And Stone
Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: Today my best friend slapped me in the face. They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: Today my best friend saved my life. The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can

Sand Crafts
1 Colored Sand Candle Holders Materials Needed: Jars Sand Food Coloring Ribbon Glue Instructions: Place the sand in a glass or metal bowl and use the food coloring to tint it the desired color (you can also use rice). Fill the jar about two thirds full with the colored sand or rice. (It is easier to store these candle holders if you save the jar lids!) Glue and/or tie a ribbon around the top of the jar. Push a candle into the middle of the jar, pushing it into the sand. 2 Beach in a Jar: What You Need: Glass jar with lid Glass cleaner Paint pen, optional Sand Shells, pebbles, small pieces of driftwood, and sea glass Thick crafts glue Instructions: 1. Use glass cleaner to remove fingerprints from the inside and outside of the jar. 2. Decide if the jar is going to sit on its bottom or lie on its side. If you'd like, use a paint pen to write the name of the place where you collected the shells on the side of the jar. 3. Pour enough

Sandstorm
sigh... another sandstorm. something i look forward too because it reflexs on my view of my life. you can see abit in front of you yet the cloudyness is all around. they happen every so often and may last for a long time. trying to get somewhere is always hard because of the stinging sand and blinding wind, but it is sometimes very soothing just because everything dissapers and your by yourself... peaceful,isolated. just have to wait till it clears and wait till the next one, hopefully its a good storm rather than a bad one.. if that makes sense lol well gotta go! piece

11's And Bombs!
> > I will be activating an auto 11 today @2:00pm EDT (11:00am Futime)!!!!! It will run until Saturday, March 15, 2009, 2:00pm EDT (11:00am PDT)!!!! C'mon over and level up!!!! P.S., I will also be returning some "bomb" love to peeps, going all the way back to the beginning of March. So, my SB will be off so I can concentrate on hitting as many of them as possible!

Sandy Has Auto-11s!
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?'s And More ?'s
here and there my mind wanders thoughts pool, as I ponder what does it mean why can't I ask why is it that trusting has become such a task had I not seen with my own two eyes what was as friendship so cleverly disguised would I believe had someone just told me am I not to be furious when for far less you would scold me and even with the knowledge all I want to do is pretend I don't know take the fact that it hurts me and not let it show for to me what we have is perfect and real but "it" makes it hard to believe that, that's how you feel so I wonder can what I know be forgotten or will it leave my thoughts pool stagnant and rotten

Sandness,happyness,and Hope-christian Poem
It is said that if you have faith in HIM,God.He will take you to place called heaven. when you get old,where there arent any desease,death or even a place where drugs are being sold.Little things like that is the main reason i am aiming for that place.All you need is hope,repent,and faith and eventually you end up in a better envirement and God and his grace..im not trying to rhyme here it just occurs naturally.But yea dont give up hope be kind to one another and God will bless you.Where there's joy there's sadness.it happens in everybody's daily life.But at the if you dont believe in him,youll not even enjoy happyness.All youll have is pain,suffering,and strife.So here is hope from me.Take me word at the end youll see. God never promised a life without painLaughter without tears or sun without rain.But He did not promise strength for the day,Comfort for the tears and the light for the way,And for all who believe In His Heaven aboveHe rewards their faith In His everlasting love.

San Dimas High School Rules
Last night I had a dream that we went to Disneyland, Went on all the rides, didn't have to wait in line. I drove you to your house where we stared up at the stars I listened to your heartbeat as I held you in my arms. We hung out at the rainbow where we drank til' half past two. Nothing could go wrong anytime that I'm with you. Like crashing a hotel room or leading up to that first kiss Or searching for a high school that you know doesn't exist... These are the things that make me free I feel like I'm stuck in "stand by me" This night was too good to be true. Today I woke up alone wishing you were here with me, I wanted us to be something that we'd probably never be. Today you called me up and said you'd see me at our show, But now I'm stuck debating if I even wanna go. Whitney, don't you understand that what I say is true? I just want you to know I have a major crush on you. I'd drive you to Las Vegas and do the things you wanna do I'd even have Wayne Newton dedicate a song to you

The Sandwich Cookie Personality Test
You Are Traditional and Dependable You are optimistic, friendly, and cheerful. People appreciate the hopefulness and good vibes you bring to any situation. You are a very creative and innovative person. You dream big and rarely do something the same way twice. You're easy going and easy to be around. You aren't picky or high maintenance. You seek security in your life. Feeling safe is important to you. The Sandwich Cookie Personality Test

Sand And Stone
Sand and Stone TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKINGTHROUGH THE DESERT.DURING SOME POINT OF THEJOURNEY, THEY HAD ANARGUMENT; A ND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACE.THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPEDWAS HURT, BUT WITHOUTSAYING ANYTHING,WROTE IN THE SAND:TODAY MY BEST FRIENDSLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.THEY KEPT ON WALKING,UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,WHERE THEY DECIDEDTO TAKE A BATHTHE ONE WHO HAD BEENSLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THEMIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING,BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.AFTER HE RECOVERED FROMTHE NEAR DROWNING,HE WROTE ON A STONE:'TODAY MY BEST FRIENDSAVED MY LIFE '.THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPEDAND SAVED HIS BEST FRIENDASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'THE FRIEND REPLIED'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS USWE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWNIN SAND, WHERE WINDS OFFORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOESSOMETHING GOOD FOR US,WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONEWHERE NO WINDCAN EVER ERASE IT.'LEARN TO WRITEYOUR HURTS INT HE SAND AND TOCA RVE YOURBENEFITS IN STONE.THEY SAY IT T

Sand And Stone From My Best Friend Februarys Angel :)
"""Sand and Stone"TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKINGTHROUGH THE DESERT.DURING SOME POINT OF THEJOURNEY, THEY HAD ANARGUMENT; A ND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACE.THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPEDWAS HURT, BUT WITHOUTSAYING ANYTHING,WROTE IN THE SAND:TODAY MY BEST FRIENDSLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.THEY KEPT ON WALKING,UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,WHERE THEY DECIDEDTO TAKE A BATHTHE ONE WHO HAD BEENSLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THEMIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING,BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.AFTER HE RECOVERED FROMTHE NEAR DROWNING,HE WROTE ON A STONE:'TODAY MY BEST FRIENDSAVED MY LIFE '.THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPEDAND SAVED HIS BEST FRIENDASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'THE FRIEND REPLIED'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS USWE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWNIN SAND, WHERE WINDS OFFORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOESSOMETHING GOOD FOR US,WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONEWHERE NO WINDCAN EVER ERASE IT.'LEARN TO WRITEYOUR HURTS INTHE SAND AND TOCARVE YOURBENEFITS IN STONE.THEY SAY IT TAKE

Sand And Stone
STONE TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT . DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE.THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND ,

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The Sands Of Christmas
had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six. And so with only minutes till my son got home from school, I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break. I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A. A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night. Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against

Sand Castles
There is magic in your heart without a doubtas I am riddled with goose bumps that make me want to shoutThis is how love should make anyone feelenticing and invigorating the soul with each dealThere is more to your obvious sultry beauty appealas a rose unfolds her petals your glory is unraveled in its sealFiltered with allurements that bear strengths and numerous desiresyour values and dreams are beams of light and a virtue that never tiresThere is magic in your touch with a sense of purposeno delay or mistaken your commitment to run this courseVibrating on the reality that surrounds your treasured beautyI'm thrilled to be the one who can share whats meant to beAll the vividness captured in this endless lovebares the jealous of the heavenly stars aboveAs they are just a glimmer of our genuine bond at handwhile we live the dream walking together with our feet over the sand

Sandy
As we grow up we go into and out of groups of friends. Some diverge because of different interests when we reach maturity. Some never reach maturity and are left behind. We had a group of about 15 that managed to stay together and only drifted apart because of marriage and children. With the children beginning to go on their own we began to come back together again about 5 or 6 years ago and it was just like we had only separated the night before. Sandy was our cheer leader, our surrogate mom and our shoulder to cry on. Sadly, I received a shock this week when I found out sandy had died of a brain anuerism on Tuesday of this week. She passed quickly the doctors said because she was on blood thinner meds and they could not stop the bleeding in time. Just like always sandy is the leader of our group. Take care sandy you will be missed but we'll get together again.

Sandwiches
one night, a guy decides to bring his girlfriend homefor a little fun They have bunk beds and the guy notices that his littlebrother is already asleep on the lower bunk, so he and his girlfriend climbup to the top bunk.As you might expect things start to heat up.The guy remembers that his little brother issleeping below so he tells hisgirlfriend to whisper lettuce if she wants itharder and tomato if shewants a new position.Lettuce!!!Tomato!!!Lettuce!!!Tomato!!!Lettuce!!!Tomato!!!She screamsLettuce!!!Tomato!!!Whoa!!!PULL IT OUT!!!PULL IT OUT NOW!!!I can't get pregnant! Then the little brother shouts, Hey,would you guys stop making sandwiches up there! You're getting mayonnaiseall over my face!!!!!

Sand And Stone
This has been around FUBAR for some time. It appears to have been written by "Anonymous". Today, I chose to put it into "fancy type". Sand and Stone Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning,he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?” The friend replied, “WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF

The Sand And Surf Test
You Are Creative You see inspiration where other people see nothing. You have an amazing eye for beauty. You appreciate everyone and everything in this world. You actually like flaws. Perfection is overrated! You can always find a way to entertain yourself and dream a little. You believe in endless possibilities. You are a very visual person, and at times you can be overwhelmed by all you are seeing. The world can be an intense place. The Sand and Surf Test Blogthings: 100's of Fun, Free Quizzes and 3 Stupid Ones

Sandpit Talk
One delightful afternoon whilst sitting under the shade cloth of the sandpit in the sweltering heat, took place a rather amusing conversation between me and two gorgeous boys under the age of 5 (i work in childcare for those playing at home) Sitting in the sandpit whilst creating sandcastles out of the wet sand i took it upon myself to ask the boys what they would like to be when they grow up? valid question i thought Me: So what would you like to be when you grow up? Boy1: Im going to be a policeman Me: A detective like dad? Boy1: Yes Me: And what do you want to be when you grow up boy 2? Boy 2: A policeman Im going to be boy 1's partner Me: Oh yeah that sounds great...... when i grow up i want to be a unicorn Boy2: You cant be a unicorn Me: Why not? Boy2: Cos your already grown up

Sands Through The Hourglass
the sands of time are the dried salt of my tears. how long has it been? how many tears did it take to fill this hourglass of mine? i spew forth poetry from my pen for no one to see. i hate to feel like this, though like a masochist, i m addicted to the pain i inflict upon myself.

Sands Of Time
Winds are disappearing Voices seem to fade Your heart seems to burn As your eyes begin to glow Walking in the sands of time Letting it flow through my hands Looking through the glass one more time To see it all slip away Hair flows ten inches from the sky As i feel you burn into my soul Speaking words to which they bloom From the rose you once held

S 510 And Cancer Jeremy Lasko Food Freedom (repost)
Jeremy LaskoFood Freedom High dose Vitamin C’s impact on a man in New Zealand is stunning and wonderful news being heard around the world. The behavior of the hospitals and medical establishment, on the other hand, is causing outrage. In August 2010, 60 Minutes reported on Intravenous Vitamin C curing a New Zealander’s swine flu just as life support was to be terminated. Dairy farmer Allan Smith had been in the hospital for weeks.Doctors felt certain he would die and wanted to take him off life support. This dramatic 18-minute report shows his “clouded out” lungs indicating “white out pneumonia”: Despite doctor disbelief in Vitamin C efficacy, the family finally convinced them to treat Smith with high-dose IV Vitamin C. This is what his lungs looked like after two days of treatment: The show reveals that when doctors stopped the high dose Vitamin C treatment, he deteriorated. Again, the treatment was started, and again he imp

Sands Of Time
sands of time fall so slowly in the beginning almost at a stand still we are so impatient wishing the day were over wishing it was the weekend wishing it was your birthday then you wake up one morning and they are racing out of control like an avalanche the sand is almost drowning you rushing over your head suddenly your kids are grown your life is half gone your old moving so fast you struggle to keep up until one day those sands of time are shoveled into your grave and fall no more

Sand, Sea & Chivalry
Sand, Sea & Chivalry> > > > Lover, like the salty swirling sea, you are sensuous, sultry, ...seducive. > > Mingle with me, without you I am but loose grains, > > only with your moisture do I become darker, > > yet I shine, and harden as your waves crash against me. > > Surely the waves do wet my lips, as rhythmicly you roll onto me. > > You tremble from the tempest, yet open your harbor to me. > > Enter I and into your way, fluidly moving with graceful splendor. > > I explore your states of ice and steamy release. > > Currents of that release seeping to your very core. > > Sirens of the sea have their song, but you provide their breath. > > With me share it, with a gasp,...a whisper. > > Always taking it from you, as it is your soul, to return it in my time. > > Longing for that next surge, alas I can only possess you for a spell. > > When life and love are but a vapor.

Sand's Of Time!
Time is ticking, Clocks are spinning,Hour upon hour, The cloud's bursting thunder in his ear, Scorching the acrid ground below, Hurricane's running with my dream's. Sand's blowing mixed with sweat & tears, Feet blistered worn & torn, Reaching out for some sanity, A gentle frame of mind, There has to be some serenity, A simple place to go dwell ,Where the forest's forever bloom, Tree's & fruit abound, Quench this aching thirst, That is bothering him so, If Love is this difficult, I'm not sure I wish to know, Tried,Over & over, Help it grow, Prepared for the vine's to pull me down, Deep deep into the soil below,

Sands China Shares Up After Cleared In Hk Probe
Shares in the Macau unit of Las Vegas Sands rose on Tuesday after it was cleared by Hong Kong regulators following a nine-month probe, one of several investigations the casino giant is facing. Sands China said in late March that it was being investigated by the city's Securities and Futures Commission for alleged breaches of regulatory laws, but neither the firm nor the regulator has disclosed the nature of the probe.mulberry bagsThe Hong Kong action came shortly after US authorities launched a bribery probe into Las Vegas Sands over its compliance with laws that prohibit US firms from bribing foreign officials for favourable treatment. It is also under a similar investigation by the US Justice Department. Sands China said in a statement to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, where it is listed, that it has received a confirmation from the regulator that "the investigation has been concluded and that no further action will be taken".mulberry bags for saleShares in the firm rose 0.48 percent

Sandra Bullock Est Nu Sous La Douche Dans Une émission De Télévision
L'agent secret de la plus séduisante sur le grand écran vient de partir avec leurs bouches ouvertes aux téléspectateurs américains ce lundi, ont assisté comme Sandra Bullock s'est nue sous la douche, dans son discours lors d'une émission de télévision populaire américaine douchette fixe pas cher . L'interprète, qui, quelques mois auparavant, elle était liée à la nouvelle épouse l'acteur canadien Ryan Reynolds, est venu cette semaine, le premier programme de la fin de cette saison talk-show nocturne animé par la comédienne et humoriste américaine Chelsea Handler. Au cours de 'Chelsea Lately ", diffusée sur US Entertainment Television depuis 2007, a diffusé un sketch dans lequel, à la surprise générale, à la fois en tant que présentateur auto Bullock, est apparu dans la douche et complètement nu. Les spectateurs pouvaient regarder les seins non censurés de deux femmes qui, d'ailleurs, peuvent se vanter d'un grand front. Pendant le sketch, actrices américaines référence, ironiquement,

Sandy
Hi, It was VERY scary. The water was 3 1/2 feet outside, a foot and a half in my basement. It was maybe an inch from coming in my side door. The electric company just now turned on our lights on this block. We've been VERY cold. The storm took out my furnace, hot water heater, washer, dryer and car (which I still have payments on). I've dealt with Fema, the red cross, and my insurance company. On my block, most people had 4-6 feet of water in their basements. People not far from me died in this storm. I havent had a shower in 2 weeks. Be well.

Sandy Hook Newtown Conn.
On May 27 1999 one month after the killings ..The following is a poem that Darrell Scott told too (Father of Rachel Scott one of the children killed at Columbine HS) . The house judiciary committees subcommittee on Crime on pending firarms Legislationand the Administatins Eforcement of current Gun laws Your laws ignore our deepest needs . Your words are empty air. You've stripped away our heritage You've outlawed simple prayer Now gunshots fill our classrooms ,and our precious children die You seek for answers everywhere ,and you ask the question "why" You regulate restrictive laws Through legistive creed and yet you fail to understand . That God is what we need .. http://www.reflexology4me.com/files/scott.htm http://www.snopes.com/politics/guns/scott.asp

Sand
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Sandy Hook
Photo of Obama Reacting to Sandy Hook News More State Propaganda The narrative surrounding this official image is simply NOT credible. Aaron DykesPrisonplanet.comJanuary 4, 2012 (COMMENTARY) The official photo released by the White House showing President Obama with his head hung low, sunken after receiving news of the terrible Sandy Hook shooting massacre is undoubtedly a powerful image. It has been rightfully criticized by many for its blatant hypocrisies —

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I WAS POSED WITH THIS TOPIC, QUESTION, WHATEVER: If a woman suffering from a severe psychological disorder loses touch with reality and commits a crime, shoul she b punished? Present an argument for and against punishment. What if a chemical imbalance in a man's brain is linked to his aggresive behavior, which id later results in a homicde? Should that man be held accountable for his actions? What should happen to these people, and who should decide their fate? A jury? A judge? A clincal psychologist? Provie arguements supporting each of these three as the appropriate decision maker" FORGIVE TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS, AS IT IS JUST COPIED AND PASTED, HOWEVER.... this is my response. -ahem- Should a woman, or any person be treated differently merely because a lawyer "proves" them to be suffering a severe psychological disorder? Not in the slightest, killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit, or fun. If someone takes a life, a life is expected to be taken in return. However, ‘an

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San Franciso Calls Us!!
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San Francisco School Board:welcome To Douchebagistan!
*Reposted from RangerUp.com* The City of San Francisco There’s liberal, there’s ultra-liberal, there’s Michael Moore, and then there’s San Francisco. This past week, the San Francisco school board has determined that high school JROTC programs are dangerous institutions that must be banned. Nice call, guys. Forget the fact that JROTC gives a lot of kids the opportunity to be a part of something that gives them pride and a sense of discipline. Forget the fact that kids in JROTC programs score better on standardized tests than their counterparts at the same schools. Forget the fact that most of them don’t actually enter the military. Instead, let’s focus on two faux issues: The “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” policy and the fact that JROTC “breeds violence”. Let’s begin with the former. Option 1: Let’s think about this for a minute. The “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” policy is a national legal issue. Who legislates nationally in the US? Congress. Who elects the members of Congress? That’s r

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Daly backs move to ground Blue Angels show by Joshua Sabatini, The Examiner The annual Fleet Week event includes an air show by the Blue Angels, a parade of military ships and tours of United States Navy vessels. SAN FRANCISCO (Map, News) - The annual aerial show by the U.S. Navy’s Blue Angels — a San Francisco tradition dating back to 1981 that pumps millions into the local economy — is running into opposition from three local peace advocacy groups that are calling for a permanent halt to the popular Fleet Week flyover. CodePink, Global Exchange and Veterans for Peace, Chapter 69, are working with Supervisor Chris Daly on a Board of Supervisors resolution to address concerns over the Blue Angels. Daly acknowledged he is considering a call to halt the flyovers because, he said, “they seem dangerous and unnecessary.” Daly said he plans on introducing the resolution as early as Tuesday, but is still drafting the language. A resolution is not legally binding, but states a

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San Francisco awaits torch relay There have been scuffles between Beijing supporters and opponents People are massing in San Francisco to protest against China's policies as the Olympic torch passes through on its only North American stop. A sizeable number of pro-Beijing demonstrators are also on the streets, prompting fears of violence. Police have mounted a massive security operation, erecting barricades, sealing off streets and cautioning that they may curtail the route of the torch. There were disruptive protests as the torch passed through London and Paris. Meanwhile, President George W Bush has urged China to "begin a dialogue" with Tibet's exiled spiritual leader, the Dalai Lama. The US House of Representatives has overwhelmingly passed a motion condemning China's "extreme" response to protests in Tibet. No-fly zone In San Francisco, police leave has been cancelled. Police are out in force along the planned seafront route of the torch, and h

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San Francisco Body Art Expo Cow Palace Aug 21~24
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A man was laying in bed with his new girlfriend. After having great sex, she spent the next hour just rubbing his testicles. Something she loved to do. As he was enjoying it, he turned to her and asked, "why do you love love doing that?" Because, she replied, "I miss mine!" Kind of brings a tear to your eye...

San Francisco Busts On Marijuana
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San Fransisco-1960
ADAM YBODON is a tall,broad shouldered man, with long white hair and a long white beard. He has a deep scar running down the length of his nose.ADAMGood morning, Tom. How are you on this fine day?TOMJust great, Adam. How about yourself?ADAMJust enjoying the gift of a new day.TOMThis is my friend, Marty. Marty, Adam.They shake hands.TOMWord on the street is that you've known just about everybodyAdamI've been fortunate in my acquaintences with some noteable figures.tOMAny favorites.ADAMI'd have to say Einstein. I was living in Princeton. He used to go every day to feed the ducks. So one day I got a bag of dry bread and went over to the pond. He said hello, I said hello, and then we fed the ducks.TOMWhat did you talk about?ADAMAh, well. We talked about the ducks,what kind of tobaco we liked. You know. And some about that whole space, time thing of his. What is it,()yeah. The space time continuim. That's what he called it. Hell of a nice guy.REACTION-TOM and MARTYLaughing, slightly amazed.

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Blue smoke slides from my lungs as I sit, pondering the subject of my last post. I feel a need to explain where the small outpouring came from... True I am in a higher state of mind but as I have explained, I am a night thing. And a sensual one at that... I have to admit, I am a great lover of men. If you expect to capture my attention, mind fuck me, tease me with your wit. Be comfortable with your sexuality and your body. Which brings me to a rather taboo subject... I have also lain with a few women! Alas, I don't think I could give my heart to one. I could however still be your RIDE-OR-DIE BITCH. I will hold hands with you while our worlds explode. Ladies of a like mind hit me up...but... Another hit of fragrant blue smoke.... Inhale, exhale... Guys, you should be as fearless as womankind really. Call me sick but, the thought of two fit, handsome men entwining with my lithe body and each other sets my blood on fire. So hard to fin those of a like mind ou

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Sangeria
A group of young twenty somethings find themselves on a road trip down a lonely road with a new friend. A group of other vehicles follow the black truck. "So how far is this place?",asks Stephanie. A girl with dark hair turns to speak to her."As soon as we get to the small store out in the middle of nowhere. From there it'll take another hour and a half.It's an old town that never got started. It was once called Sangeria but since it was so far from the much larger towns it was abandoned. It's now just a piece of land with an old abandoned house on the property." The driver of the truck then speaks,"It was lucky we found you at the beach. We probably never would of found a place to party without the law being a bitch with us." "I can't believe how strict they've gotten no booze no fun. I mean that's why people go to spring break for, TO PARTY!"says Anna. The driver speaks again,"So Edee are you sure it's okay for use to be there. I mean it's not trespassing or anything. Is it?

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Sangria
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Sanguine Expectations
Wow. Just wow. What an experience! Body limp and head dizzy, I opened my eyes and tried to focus. Soon, she came into my view and I gazed at her gorgeous face as she looked down upon me. Her body was stretched out across mine and she held one hand behind my head while the other one gently touched my cheek. Her partner, equally as gorgeous, sat next to us while she gently held my wrist – fingers caressing. She looked busy in thought and appeared to be counting the memories we just shared. I tried to sit up, but they both just pushed me back into the comfort of the couch. “There now”, the first woman said. “Just relax, let us take care of you.” “I’m going to pour you a drink”, the second woman affirmed. My feet were still tingling and my forehead beading with sweat. My head was still swimming as I was trying to come to grips with my fortune. How was it that I had known them for only a short time, yet here I was bei

Sanity
hidden deep inside the shadow clinging tight to my sanity taking life day by endless day step by endless step till my feet are rubbed raw and little memory of happiness is left and your face just a faint image floating there in the distance but I know it is not real you are mine no more and I am lost just barely holding onto my sanity

Sanity In An Insane World
read the title.... enough said!!! Why do things need to be so hard? I mean... why can't shit just fall into place and be NORMAL... no so FUCKED UP ALL THE DAMN TIME..... *ding dang dong* Now back to your regularly scheduled program

Sanity
Do you ever get the feeling that chatrooms were invented for the insane? I do. Rooms filled with so much dysfunction they make an episode of COPS look normal. Rooms of bitchy people not even talking about the chatroom's subject just ranting on how so and so screwed them over last week by talking to so and so who lives 2,000 miles away.Like Mr. Lost in California is going to be able to help Miss My Life Sucks in Louisiana with her issues with Mrs. I'm a bitch in New York. Ugghhh! Talk about a bad experience. I get this crap everytime I go in the room of my choice,Catholic Chat. Sure,while I have online friends in there,I still find loons who live their life through a chatroom and who hold online grudges for a Century. LOL Get over it! If the room is a religious one,talk about religion or hell,talk about your favorite Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor (I love Chunky Monkey) But for the love of Goddess....save the drama for your mama! Sorry I'm ranting but sheesh! People in chatrooms ne

Sanity Or Insanity
i go for insanity cuz thats where i am leading this weekend was too much but i hope she gets help today i would hate 2 lose her to death.... whose her n she? only those who know me know woh i am talking about pray for her n me

Sanity
Once again i was tested, but somehow i kept my cool. For awhile there i was scared, thinking i was going to end up being the fool. You really had me going, with false pretenses of love. I thought you were someone special, a gift from up above. You tried to grab my heart, and completely over take me. And for awhile you had it, but it really wasnt meant to be. Because i have looked into your eyes, and saw what you was really about. You could never love me for me, so there was always that doubt. That you would never change, No matter how hard i tried. I didnt want to deal with that hardship, i couldnt handle all your cries. I tried to comfort you as a friend, but you completly shut me out. You refused to let me talk, no matter what i tried to talk about. So I leave you to yourself, to suck up your own misery. You will no longer bring me down, I am stronger then you will ever be. I thank god for his friendship, that keeps me from going insane. I thank god for his love, that

Sanity Is For The Weak Minded!
Everybody talks about " The Norm". Define normal. I can't because for me it is different than most other peoples ideas. Who is to say what is normal and what is not? I have a thought, I'm normal and everybody else is crazy. I don't think that works either.I know I'm off my rocker. How about you? Ever stopped to think about it.Everybody is crazy in their own way. Everybody has strange hangups. What do you think fetishes are?Now there are extremes in every scenario ie.... Mass murderers,rapists,child molesters, but they're not crazy, just sick. Majorly sick. So i say to all those people who told they are totally crazy......ENJOY IT! Just remember that sanity is for the weak minded. Why be normal?

Sanity Pt. 1
What is Sanity? Well I suppose it all depends on whom you ask, doesn't it?Merridian-Webster:san·i·tyFunction: noun : the quality or state of being sane.Ok then what is Sane?Merridian-Webster:sane Pronunciation: 'sAn Function: adjective Inflected Forms: san·er; san·est 1 : free from hurt or disease 2 : mentally sound; especially : able to anticipate and appraise the effect of one's actions 3 : proceeding from a sound mindBoth of those came from a medical dictionary because neither word can be found in a standard collegiate dictionary... hmmm I wonder why that is? No worries.My Definition:Sanity- The minds state of delerium as it contrives to understand the current state of being that one is able to comprehend of it's natural surroundings and situations that one has experienced.The state of being sane can only be acheived when ones mental and physical wants and needs are able to see eye to eye and meet a mutual agreement on a level playing field...More to come with further cont

Sanity Pt. 2
When we start out in the world we are innocent and as we grow up and begin to experience and take in all of the happenings around us, we start to grow, into what nobody knows. We embark on a journey with no destination and seemingly no direction. We are gullible and naive taking everything we see at face value. Sure we have questions and we have doubts, but still we fumble along like those really long and excessively pointless movies you spent $8.50 to see and ran out of popcorn and soda an hour in before you realized 3 hours had gone by and you've killed about 400 braincells just for saying the title of it.Well I pose this question for you... do not rush to answer it, read it, absorb it, take it in and mull it over for a few days, when you sit back down and begin to type, lean back and think over your response... What is YOUR purpose in life? Closed Captioning for the hearing impared.The Killers Lyrics

Sanity Pt. 3
And the responses to the question asked in the previous installment weren't exactly about purpose in life but more dreams and hopes.... So in this installment I shall give a little more info and my own response to said question: Don't confuse dreams & hopes with purpose now. dream noun 1. a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep; 2. imaginative thoughts indulged in while awake; 3. a cherished desire; 4. a fantastic but vain hope 5. a state of mind characterized by abstraction and release from reality; 6. someone or something wonderful hope 1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope. 2. a particular instance of this feeling: the hope of winning. 3. grounds for this feeling in a particular instance: There is little or no hope of his recovery. 4. a person or thing in which expectations are centered: The medicine was her last hope. 5. something that is hoped for: Her forgiveness is my con

Sanity In An Insane World
in an insane world the sane man must appear insane so what is sanity being able to keep your composure and not let the world hear your voices well i say fuck that let them get a glimpse of the inner you and judge for themselves what reality really is take them from there sheltered cage and let them feed with the wolves on the slop of humanity and what would they think then that they are crazy or would they realize that the world is a scary place outside of there little realm or in someone else's mind

Sanity?insanity?
20 Ways To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity 1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. 2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice. 3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that. 5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso. 6. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Marijuana". 7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy". 9. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get. 10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face. 11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go". 12. Sing Along At The Opera. 14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day. 15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends

Sanity : There Comeing To Take Me Awya Hehe Hoho
well, to make it through this life, you have to be a little bit mad. just enough to see the pointless bits that everyone else holds so high. my life has made such a turnaround in that past few years. i am in a familiar place, yet feels so foreign to me. I got lost, years back, and i had to walk a new path to figure out who i am and was supposed to be. So, i walk out the door, paint a smile on my face and question who is truly sane and who is just hiding behind a mask like mine....You can go through your whole life telling yourself that life is logical, life is prosaic, life is sane. Above all, sane. And I think it is. I've had a lot of time to think about that. I really believe that. I think: therefore I am. There are hairs on my face; therefore I shave. My wife and child have been critically injured in a car crash; therefore I pray. It's all logical, it's all sane. We live in the best of all possible worlds, so hand me a Kent for my left, a Bud for my right, turn on Starsky and Hutch,

Sanity Fading
I wROTE THIS TODAY i AM in a dark mood!! "Sanity Fading"I can hear voices, can you hear them as well?They tell me to do all these awful thing's,thing's that I do not want to do.I wish they would stop screaming and tellingme their awful lies.Like I should take a spoon and gouge out myeyes. They say to take a rusty knife and cut off my finger's and that it will be an awesome joke.They say to take that same rusty knife and slice open someone's throat.I know that I am not evil, yet why do I hearall this crazy shit?I hope I don't give into these voices 'cause if I do that will be it.Everyone will suffer at the hands of theseabominations.Because of these abominations my name willgo unknown to all of creations.It is just awful to think that will happenif I let them go.I can hear voices, can you hear them as well?They tell me to do awful thing's, what should I do?They tell me to bite your tongue off and to bite out your eyes. I would watch you bleed to death as they laugh at you

Sanity Attack - 443
Times are really tough, this life is rough. How ever could I, look you in the eye. tell you of the sin, I want to talk again. Do you ever even hear, I do know how to fear. Course I may not try, to let out a small cry. I want you to feel free, you want to get rid of me? I really am an awful girl, ruined in this wild world. People aren't always so fair, that is why there ain't no love anywhere. Out of this life long game, how can the trick be the same? Hey you, listen to me, no one is ever free. So sit and lean way back, get ready for the sanity attack.

Sanjaya
Yeah.. everyone made a huge fuss over the whole sanjay thing on american idol.. so i decided to make this shirt..... Personally, I'm shocked he lasted as long as he did on here... especially after that mohawk thing.

San Jose California
We are leaving this afternoon for San Jose, CA. This weekend is my youngest son's 12th birthday and my oldest son's wedding anniversary. Saturday night we are all going to the San Jose Sabre Cat's Arena Football League game against Utah. This is our first time seeing a live AFL game so it will be really exciting. Perhaps some pics will be uploaded into the profile when I return on Monday... you never know. On Sunday we will visit with our oldest son at Travis AFB to help celebrate his 7th wedding anniversary.... we get to see our 3 grandchildren. We have not been into California to see any of our family since October. We are very much looking forward to seeing them all down there. Have a great weekend everyone!!!

San Jose Sabre Cats
I was in San Jose for the first time to see a Arena Football League game and I tell you what... that was an exciting game. Fast, and very exciting from the start to the end. San Jose beat Utah 69 - 48 to get the first place position for the western division. If you have not seen an AFL game before... do so... cheap tickets and a family entertainment that cannot be beat. We may see the game in San Jose on June 16th against Arizona. That will be the second to the last game in the season. 36d hugs, Ms. Cleavage

Sans Panties
Claire shivered against the cold and snuggled up against her husband while they stood on the front porch waiting for someone to answer the door! "Oh my, it's cold," Claire said with a shudder, "I wish someone would answer the bell!" "I think I hear someone coming now," Frank replied while tugging Claire closer to him, "boy, it's been a long time since we've visited Tom and Marge, about two years I'd guess!!!" "At least," Claire whispered as the door began to swing open, "oh, Frank, I forgot to mention it before we left, but I'm not wearing any panties!!!" "W-what," he stammered to his pregnant wife," as Tom Barker opened the door, inviting them inside! "Good to see you again," Tom offered while ushering Frank and Claire into the living room where ten other couples were drinking, talking, and enjoying hors d'oeuvres, "you two know everyone here, so just grab yourselves a drink and have a good time!!!" Frank tried to get his wife's attention as she made her way over to meet the hostess,

Sanskrit Proverb-gives Serenity
Sanskrit Proverb Look to this day, The very life of life, In its brief course lies all The realities and verities of existence, The bliss of growth, The splendor of action, The glory of power. For yesterday is but a dream, And tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived, Makes every yesterday A dream of happiness And every tomorrow A vision of hope. Look well, therefore, To this day.

Sans Brands: A New Poo Policy
The time for segregated restrooms has returned. But make no mistake, this time it isn't about anything so ignorant as racial divisions. Just as we should be able to frequent public facilities without smelling everyone's brands (Marlboro, Camel, Kool, etc) so too should we be able to frequent public "facilities" sans brands. Hence function-dedicated restrooms, easily identifiable by signage on the doors. Violations should be punishable by mandatory lockups in a drunk-tank with a dozen irritable-boweled 420 chronics who raped the dollar menu at Taco Bell prior to being busted by The Man. Man. Yeah, yeah, I know-- wrong species on the graphic, but you get the point. _______________________________________________________________________ Stay tuned NEXT week for: "Quell the Pre-Cunnilingual Gag Reflex: Ban Cheap Perfumes!" -and- "Vanquish Second-Hand Brain Pollution: Ban Stupid, Annoying People!"

Sanskrit Salutation To The Dawn
Listen to the salutation to the dawn, Look to this day, for it is life, the very life of life, In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of our existence, The bliss of growth, the splendour of beauty, For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision, But today well spent makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look therefore to this day. Such is the salutation to the dawn.

?s Answer Ppm Or Coment
Would you? [ ] DO ME RIGHT [ ] Date me Would you rather be on top or bottom? [ ] Top [ ] Bottom Do I have pretty eyes? [ ] Yes [ ] No Do you like my body? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you be sad if I moved? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you come visit me? [ ] Yes [ ] No Am I.. [ ] Hott [ ] Beautiful [ ] Sexy [ ] Cute Would you? [[ With me ]] [ ] Makeout [ ] Cuddle [ ] MAKE LOVE 2 ME [ ] Go out Do you want to go out with me? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you give me your number? [ ] Yes [ ] No Are you going to repost this so I can answer for you? [ ] Yes [ ] No see how well you know me This is just for fun....maybe.

?s Answers Pm Or Comnets
Would you? [ ] DO ME RIGHT [ ] Date me Would you rather be on top or bottom? [ ] Top [ ] Bottom Do I have pretty eyes? [ ] Yes [ ] No Do you like my body? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you be sad if I moved? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you come visit me? [ ] Yes [ ] No Am I.. [ ] Hott [ ] Beautiful [ ] Sexy [ ] Cute Would you? [[ With me ]] [ ] Makeout [ ] Cuddle [ ] MAKE LOVE 2 ME [ ] Go out Do you want to go out with me? [ ] Yes [ ] No Would you give me your number? [ ] Yes [ ] No Are you going to repost this so I can answer for you? [ ] Yes [ ] No see how well you know me This is just for fun....maybe.

Santa Fe Grilled Vegetable Salad
Nothing beats the flavor of food off the grill, especially if the marinade is as robust as this citrus-enhanced Southwestern fare. You may want to peel the eggplant after grilling as the skin may be slightly bitter. Ingredients: 2 baby eggplants (6 ounces each), cut in half lengthwise 1 medium yellow summer squash, cut in half lengthwise 1 medium zucchini, cut in half lengthwise 1 green bell pepper, quartered 1 red bell pepper, quartered 1 small onion, peeled and cut in half 1/2 cup orange juice 2 tablespoons lime juice 1 tablespoon olive oil 2 cloves garlic, minced 1 teaspoon dried oregano leaves 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 2 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro Instructions: 1. Combine all ingredients except cilantro in large bowl; toss to coat. 2. To prevent sticking, spray grid with nonstick cooking spray. Prepare coals for direct grilling. Place vegetables on grill, 2 to 3 inches from hot coals; reserve marinad

Santa Fe Wraps
Prep: 20 min, Cook: 15 min. * 2/3 cup onion, chopped * 2/3 cup green bell pepper, sliced * 1/4 small jalapeño chilli, veins and seeds discarded, minced * 3/4 tsp. garlic, minced * 1-1/4 tsp. vegetable oil * 5 ounces boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into thin strips * 10 ounces black beans, drained and rinsed * 10 ounces canned refried beans, warm * 4 10 inch flour tortillas * 1/4 cup salsa * 1/4 cup nonfat sour cream Sauté onion, pepper, jalapeno and garlic in oil in large skillet 2-3 minutes; cover and cook over medium-high heat 2-3 minutes longer. Add chicken to skillet; cook over medium-high heat until chicken is cooked, about 5 minutes; Add beans; cook 1-2 minutes, until warm. Spread 1/3 cup refried beans in center of each tortilla; spoon 1/2 cup chicken mixture over refried beans; top with salsa and sour cream; and roll up tortilla. Courtesy American Dry Bean Board. Per serving: calories 476, fat 9.0g,

Santa's Other Job
Have you ever wondered what Santa does with the rest of the 364 days of the year, or better yet how can he afford to supply all those kiddies with the toys. I know you are thinking, he has those Elves making the toys (yes, that is true)but he still has to pay for the supplies doesn't he. Well I will tell you how! I recently stumbled into a strip club way up north called 'THE POLE' and this was no ordinary strip club for all the dancers were little people. At first I thought that it was some kind of gimmick, of course that was untill I saw that white bearded fat man sitting in that back counting money. I asked one of the pint sized waitresses "Who was the man in that back of the room" but she must have miss heard me for she said back to me "so you want to see the man about the back room". Well I just agreed and she told me all I had to do was say the pass words to the bearded man. I slipped a fifty into her tiny G-string (really, I floss my teeth with thicker threads) and she wispe

Santa's Pissed!
A Christmas Story 'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think -

Santas' S Mailbox
Yes I know stuff is mis-speld but thats how the song/track on my CD has it an says it Dear Thanta, I would like 2 giant candy caneth, a bag of gumdropth, 2 dothen hershey kisseth, thom thugar babies, poprockth and a case of pepthi thankth thara Dear Sara, How about a toothbrish and some fruit with your no talking self. Sounds like you could eat corn though a picket fence. You better see a dentist. And you need a case of "pepthi" like i need a case of HIV! Santa Dear Santa, I told my mommy if I dont get a puppy this year, I'll hold my breathe till I turn Purple. I MEAN IT DAMMIT. Bobby Dear Bobby PLEASE......... After you wake up with a migraine, you might look good in purple. Forget the Puppy, you done even deserve a SKUNK. You know you got some serious discpline issues. What you need is a black mommy like I had with a big bar of LYE Soap to wash out your filthy little mouth. Then you can try on your new socks and underwear that you'll be getting again this year.

“santa's A Fat Bitch”
“Santa's A Fat Bitch” Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling Horses, horses, horses, horses. Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling [Gunshot] Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh I sat around all night under the chimney Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme" I know that he's commin, he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my TV the very next day I see you’re gettin paid leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin Listen to my nine go click, Santa’s a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch) Another year and I aint get shit (Another year I aint get shit) If I hear him land on my roof (Ohh my undertaker) I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal, So I eat it, cuz

Santa Got The Boot
Santa wore a bright red suit He had a job till he got the boot Now he stands there unemployed His bank account says null and void He was the boss at the north pole Then the elves united in whole Upped and formed a union did they Demanded that them he start to pay With rising feed for the deer And a new sleigh seat for his rear Money became very tight Then the seven dwarfs added to his plight Seems that grumpy aided by the rest Had some liquid cash which to invest With no money left which to pour Santa lost in a hostile take over Now grumpy dwarf called the shots And changes he was making lots No room for a fat man dressed in red Twas dopey driving the sleigh instead Now he’s left out there in the cold No chance of work cause he’s old And a pension cheque he cannot get Cause he aint paid into it yet So next time when to the corner you go And see a man in red yelling Ho Ho Ho Take a very close look and see For the real Santa that just

Santas Real!
The reality being that before christ every year we had to travel to the nearest priest and give to him our best works of the year as a sacrofice for our sins. Our best cow, biggest bud, biggest paycheck from work, whatever. If you still had to do that every year what would you want for christmas? Ya. Youd want it back wouldnt you. So in a way when we celebrate christmas not only do we give presents to eachother but christ celebrates with us giving us (through santa) our greatest wish even when we have nothing we have given to him. Merry christmas every one.

Santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice
REPOST THIS ITS BEAUTIFUL TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVE

Santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE

Santa, Dont Cry, I Chose This Life
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE

Santas Pick Up Lines!
Santa's Pick Up Lines * I know when you`ve been bad or good, so let's skip the small talk, sister! * Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh? * Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? * Some of my best toys run on batteries... * I see you when you're sleeping - and you don't wear any underwear, do you? * Screw the "nice" list -- I've got you on my "nice AND naughty" list! * Wanna join the "Mile High" club? * That's not a candy cane in my pocket, honey. I'm just glad to see you!

Santa Is Pissed!
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - SANTA's PISSED VERSION Twas the Night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down the list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks, I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my butt for almost a year, instead of "Thanks Santa!" - What do I hear? The old lady bitches, cause I work late at night, The elves want more money - the reindeer all fight! Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids, Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those jerks from IRS sent me a letter. It says I owe taxes.. if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days- they are all the pits They want the impossible.. those mean little twits! I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls, their arms, legs, and heads. I made a ton of yo-yo's - no request fo

Santa And Grandpa
It's Christmas time, and attention goes To the funny guy with his ho, ho, ho's. Yes, we all know the reindeer story And hear the tales of Santa's glory. But this will pass, and soon over town The decorations will be coming down. They'll be put away until next year When it's time again for Christmas Cheer. So I am sticking with another old guy And I'm writing this to tell you why. Old Santa's great one day, it's true, But Grandpa's here the whole year through. He sits by me when I'm feeling bad, He's the best old friend I've ever had. He will tell me a story, yes, and then, He can quickly make me smile again. We fish and Grandpa baits my hook, If I ask him he will read my book. He holds my hand when we take a walk And he really listens when I talk. So I truly love this dear old man, Who sees me every time he can. He goes with me and he cheers, too, When Old Santa Claus is passing through.

Santini Podarama Interview. Check It Out!
Hi all, Online at http://www.podarama.com/podcasts/metalization/default.html there is an interview I just did with Metalization. Check it out and drop me comments and messages on what you think of it. Tell your friends! Cheers, Steve Santini www.thedarkmaster.com

Santa Joke
T'was the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds. Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM! Flying through the air..

Santa Facts
Santa Facts No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule our flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen. There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn't (appear to) handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - or 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that is 91.8 millions homes. One presumes there's at least one "good" child in each. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels East to West (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of t

Santa's Reindeer...& How They Came To Be....
COMET....."THE TOUGHEST REINDEER"... He's been spacey ever since the accident that was responsible for his "sleigh name" Comet. It was at the end of the run on the very first Christmas sleigh delivery. At that time, Comet was leading the team through a dark and foggy night. He suddenly thought he spied the big Lighthouse light on the tip of the North Pole, the one they still use to guide the sleigh team home. Unfortunately that was in the days before radar and meteorological forecasts. Yep, it was a real comet speeding through the edge of Earth's atmosphere, and a disaster was narrowly avoided after Comet head butted it out of orbit and saved the team. He became a hero, but he's still seeing stars, even in the daylight! CUPID...."THE REINDEER ROMANTIC"... You would think that being one of the reindeer that pulls the sleigh for Santa Claus would keep a reindeer very very busy. And it does. But good ol' Cupid still finds time to play the great "Reindeer Romantic.

Santa Humor
sometimes santa just has to be honest.......... deer santa: I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer. Yer Frend, BiLLy Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a frigging book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa ____________________________________________________________________________ Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa ____________________________________________________________________________ Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen

Santa Cruz Hippies
Humphrey scratched his crotch slowly and sloppily. After he was done, he took out a zip lock bag filled with marijuana and began sifting through the heftier portions to get to the shake at the bottom. "Hey man, you got any papers?" He asked the young, bearded man next to him. "Naw, but I got a few coins from this morning, I could go get some." The young man, outfitted in a tye-die t-shirt with a small tear down the middle and jeans held up by a thin chain belt, stood up to stretch. "But don't you think we better move somewhere a bit less conspicuous?" "Shit man, the cops don't care a lick about us smoking this stuff out here. It's good for the tourism." The young man looked offended. "Don't tell me you've crossed over? Chasing after money from them outsiders is tantamount to Mammon-worship." "I ain't chasin' after shit." Hump (as all his friends called him) said dismissively. "I'm just giving you the low-down on local politics." "Well, I'll get your papers, but remember not

Santa's On Strike
A Christmas Story 'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM! Flyi

Santa Contest Open Now !! Comment Bomb Time !!
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Santa = Criminal
This was created my a co-worker of mine durring one of our silly nights at work & I suggested that she post a blog on it! So I stole it to share here! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reasons why Santa needs to be arrested: 1) Child labor laws. The "elves." We all know elves do not exist and he is clearly violating these laws. 2) Animal cruelty. He cracks a whip on those poor reindeer and chains them together, working them all night without a break and forcing them to stay in the cold for hours! 3) Breaking and entering. Puh-lease, the chimney is still entering illegally. And look how many houses he "visits." That's millions of counts of that one already. 4) Illegal trafficking. He is bringing in way over the legal amount of goods into the country and not paying a cent to do it. Plus, he's bringing kids some puppies and kitties, which may or may not have the correct shots. 5) Violation of visa laws. To which country does the North Pole belong, anyh

Santa's Lap
I like to visit Santa Claus When Christmastime is near. It's fun to climb up on his lap And whisper in his ear. He says, "My dear, have you been good? Have you done what Mother said you should? Do you brush your teeth and hair each day? Are you kind to others when you play? I listen to each question And answer every one. Although I am ashamed to say I must say no to some. But Santa never scares me; He doesn't even scold. He just says, "Try again, my dear, You're a fine lad, I am told." Gee, I like to visit Santa Claus When Christmastime is near. It's fun to climb up on his lap And whisper in his ear...

Santa Claus: An Engineer's Perspective
Santa Claus: An engineer's perspective There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up th

Santa Problem
Santa was delivering gifts as usual, when at one house a beautiful young woman was awaiting his arrival. She begged him to stay and cuddle with her on the couch. Santa declined, saying "Ho -ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents, you know." Trying again, the lovely young thing removed her clothing down to her underwear. "OH Santa, won't you please stay?" she queried . Taking a long look, Santa sighed and said "Ho- ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents you know." Not to be denied, this gorgeous female stripped off every stitch of remaining clothing, smiled and said invitingly "Oh, Santa, please reconsider? Stay with me?" With a pained look on his face, Santa groaned and said "Ho - ho, gotta go. Gotta deliver these presents you know." And with that, he turned and left. Several minutes passed, and Santa re-appeared, plopping himself down on the couch next to the beautiful woman. "Santa---you decided to stay??" she asked. Santa grinned, looking at his crotch an

Santa And His Sweatshop
Let me tell you about an old man named Santa Claus. You may know him as Kris Kringle aka Saint Nick aka Sinter Klauss or aka Papa Noel. Whatever his nom descript, he has been widely commercialized and widely misunderstood. When you see Santa Claus, you see a man with an infectious laugh, rosy cheeks, jolly belly, snow white beard, and a bubbly joyful personality. You see this cause you are blinded by the spirit of christmas. I will tell you what is really there, a man with roscea (hence the red cheeks), an obesity problem, hygeine issues (thats why he doesn't shave), and a crack problem (joyful personality explained by the crack). He is a pervy old man, with a sweatshop full of immigrant elves. You don't ever see Mrs Claus, and do you want to know why? Cause Good ole Saint Nick doesn't let her out of the house. He has a dominating personality and likes to control her. He runs his sweatshop full of elves, making them work all hours of the day and night, with no Overtime and no holiday p

Santa Claus
santa claus A Christmas Story 'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think -

Santas Not Happy!!!!!!!
Entry for December 07, 2006 Santa not happy! A Christmas Story 'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They wa

Santa's Prayer Answered
Santa's prayer Answered? Merry Christmas!!! Always believe in MIRACLES!! Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin . The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?" Your sister? "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. "Well, I kn

Santa Poem
If you see a fat man Who's jolly and cute, Wearing a beard And a red flannel suit, And if he is chuckling And laughing away, While flying around In a miniature sleigh With eight tiny reindeer To pull him along Then let's face it... Your eggnog's too strong!

Santa's Bad Day
**A Christmas Story for people having a bad day....** When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten th

Santa And An Adventure With Grandma
Santa and an Adventure With Grandma I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't beli eve it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked

Santa Will Be De-layed
It s Christmas Eve and Santa arrives at this beautiful young woman s apartment. She takes one look at Santa and decides that she needs to make love to Santa. She say s "Oh Santa, won't you stay the night? Santa replies, "HO, HO, HO, Gotta go! Gotta Go! Gotta deliver those toys, you know. The young woman tries to tempt Santa again by letting down her long silky hair and begs, "Oh Santa, now won't you stay? Santa again replies, "HO, HO, HO, Gotta go! Gotta Go! Gotta deliver those toys, you know. The young woman tries one last time. This time she opens her house robe and reveals her beautiful body. She then asks, "Oh Santa, won't you please stay. Santa, now becoming aroused, replies, "Hey, Hey, Hey, Gotta Stay! Gotta Stay! Won't fit up the chimney with my dick THIS way!

Santa's Reindeer's Are Female!!!!!
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the Spring. Therefore, according to every historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen HAD TO BE A GIRL! We should've known only women, while pregnant, would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost!

Santas Letter
Dear Boys & Girls. I have been watching you very closely to see if you have been good this year and since you have I will be telling my favorite elf Randy to make some goodies for me to leave under your tree at Christmas. I was going to bring you all the gifts from the 12 days of Christmas, but we had a little problem. The 12 fiddlers fiddling have all come down with the clap from fiddling with the 10 ladies dancing, the 11 lords leaping have knocked up the 8 maids a-milking and the 9 pipers piping have been arrested for doing weird things to the 7 swans a-swimming. The 6 geese a-laying, 4 calling birds, 3 French hens, 2 turtle doves and the partridge in a pear tree have me up to my sled runners in bird dunn. On top of all this Mrs. Claus is going through menopause, 8 of my reindeer are in heat and the elves have joined the gay liberation movement. Maybe next year I will be able to get my stuff together and bring you the things you want. Santa

Santa Has To Be A Chick...
* 15. Santa *remembers* it's Christmas. 'Nuf said. * 14. Reads children's letters in office instead of in bathroom. * 13. Never explains what exactly you did to deserve that coal in your stocking; if you have to ask, maybe that's the problem! * 12. Employs little people in a sweatshop and co-hosts TV talk show, "Regis and Santa Lee." * 11. Despite the closet full of red coats with big black belts, *still* insists she has nothing to wear on Christmas Eve. * 10. "Mrs. Claus" wears work boots, has a crew cut, and drives a '68 El Camino. * 9. A man simply would not care if you were naughty or nice. * 8. Actually seems to shake like TWO bowls full of jelly. * 7. Bowl full of jelly, my ass. It's water retention. * 6. Constantly whining about equality until it's time to clean out the reindeer stalls. * 5. Matching shoes and belt? Only a woman would accessorize a pantsuit like that! * 4. No guy would ever name his animals Dancer and Prance

Santa's Wisdom To Pagans
Santa's Wisdom to Pagans Author unknown We had a nice, serene kind of Solstice Circle. No jingling bells or faked-out Christmas Carols. Soon after the last coven member left, Jack was ready to pack it in. "The baby's nestled all snug in her bed," he said with a yawn, "I think I'll go settle in for a long winter's nap." I heaved a martyred sigh. He grinned unrepentantly, kissed me, called me a grinch, and went to bed. I stayed up and puttered around the house, trying to unwind. I sifted through the day's mail, ditched the flyers urging us to purchase all the Seasonal Joy we could afford or charge. I opened the card from his parents. Another sermonette: a manger scene and a bible verse, with a handwritten note expressing his mother's fervent hope that God's love and Christmas spirit would fill our hearts in this blessed season. She means well, really. I amused myself by picking out every Pagan element I could find in the card. When the mail had been sorted, I got up and

Santa Clause Is Dutch...
Santa Claus is a variation of a Dutch folk tale based on the historical figure Saint Nicholas, a bishop from Myra in Asia Minor (the greater part of modern-day Turkey), who used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. His charity became legend when a man lost his fortune and found himself incapable of supporting his three daughters, who would not be able to find husbands as they lacked dowries. This man was going to give them over to a life of prostitution; however, St Nicholas provided them with gold, enabling them to retain their virginal virtues and marry. This inspired the mythical figure of Sinterklaas, the subject of a major celebration in the Netherlands and Belgium, Germany (where his alleged date of death, December 6, is celebrated the evening before on December 5), which in turn inspired both the myth and the name of Santa Claus. "Santa Claus" is actually a mispronunciation of the Dutch word "Sinterklaas" by the English settlers of New Amsterd

Santa Is A Woman
Santa Is A Woman I think Santa Claus is a woman.... I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off! For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they - with amazing calm - call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, every

Santa Is A Man
Santa Is A Man In reference to "Santa is a woman" Santa is a man. It is precisely because Christmas is an "organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal" that Santa has to be a man. Delegation... that's the key. Just imagine if a woman was trying to delegate all of those tasks and obligations to her underlings. Christmas would be as ambiguous as the spring equinox. Nobody would know what day of the year we were going to celebrate it on. It takes a man to organize a commercial event as huge as Christmas. What with the ads, the parades, the football, and (usually) the basketball, the sheer immensity of the task would overwhelm most females. We'd have to plan football schedules around lunch instead of the other way around. Or worse yet... there might not be any football at all. (Shudder) That's a scary thought. If Santa was a female, the toys might never be delivered. It would take a she Santa until New Year's Eve to get dressed (for the third time) and out

Santa's Wish Come True.....
On Christmas Eve in a store filled with toys I queued up alongside other girls and boys An important question I had to ask Santa Clause I needed to know if before he answered, he'd pause. As I sat me down on Santa Clause's wide knee I whispered my question as quiet as can be The answer to your question lies deep in your heart You'll have no problem finding it, I can see you are smart. Santa had sensed what he needed to be told The boy he thought, held wisdom in his question so bold He wanted to know why the poor who were kind Had not had any gifts from his sack left behind Santa then told me a story so very very sad Of a poor little girl who had been really glad As Santa had entered her room cold and bare She had thought to that day that nobody cared. She would run to the tree each Christmas day morn Not a single present her heart it was torn The day she met Santa on her tear stained face Santa beheld innocence, sadness and grace. She held out her hands an

Santa's Pickup Lines
Santa's Pickup Lines 10. Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh? 9. Wanna see my 12-inch elf? 8. I`ve got something special in the sack for you! 7. Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? 6. I know when you`ve been bad or good--so let`s skip the small talk, sister! 5. Some of my best toys run on batteries... 4. Interested in seeing the "North Pole"? (Well, that`s what the Mrs. calls it. 3. I see you when you`re sleeping--and you don`t wear any underwear, do you? 2. Screw the "nice" list--I`ve got you on my "naughty" list! 1. Wanna join the "Mile High" club?

Santa
I love Santa's Penis. It's lit by Rudolph's nose. And every time it's Christmas Eve. Santa's Penis grows. And grows. It's red and big and jolly, And pops up once a year, When Christmas time comes around, Santa's penis is here. If you are a nice girl, And your stocking's not full of coal, Santa will let you nibble, On his jolly red North Pole, But If you want to taste it, Santa's little prick, You'll have to first check, With his wife, Mrs. St. Nick, Santa's Penis goes away, After his annual Christmas flight, So Merry Christmas to all, And to all a merry night.

Santa Maria
En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo. Creo en Dios, Padre todopoderoso, creador del Cielo y de la Tierra. Creo en Jesucristo su único Hijo, Nuestro Señor, que fue concebido por obra y garcia del Espíritu Santo; nació de Santa María Virgen; padeció bajo el poder de Poncio Pilato; fue crucificado, muerto y sepultado; descendió a los infiernos; al tercer día resucitó de entre los muertos; subió a los cielos y está a la diestra de Dios Padre; desde allí ha de venir a juzgar a los vivos y a los muertos. Creo en el Espíritu Santo, en la Santa Iglesia Católica, la comumión de los Santos en el perdon de los pecados la resurrección de los muertos y la vida eterna. Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino. Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo. Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día. Perdona nuestras ofensas, como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden. No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal. Dio

Santas Dirty
Santa's Pickup Lines 10. Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh? 9. Wanna see my 12-inch elf? 8. I`ve got something special in the sack for you! 7. Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? 6. I know when you`ve been bad or good--so let`s skip the small talk, sister! 5. Some of my best toys run on batteries... 4. Interested in seeing the "North Pole"? (Well, that`s what the Mrs. calls it. 3. I see you when you`re sleeping--and you don`t wear any underwear, do you? 2. Screw the "nice" list--I`ve got you on my "naughty" list! 1. Wanna join the "Mile High" club?

Santas Wisdom For Pagans =)
Santa's Wisdom to Pagans Author unknown We had a nice, serene kind of Solstice Circle. No jingling bells or faked-out Christmas Carols. Soon after the last coven member left, Jack was ready to pack it in. "The baby's nestled all snug in her bed," he said with a yawn, "I think I'll go settle in for a long winter's nap." I heaved a martyred sigh. He grinned unrepentantly, kissed me, called me a grinch, and went to bed. I stayed up and puttered around the house, trying to unwind. I sifted through the day's mail, ditched the flyers urging us to purchase all the Seasonal Joy we could afford or charge. I opened the card from his parents. Another sermonette: a manger scene and a bible verse, with a handwritten note expressing his mother's fervent hope that God's love and Christmas spirit would fill our hearts in this blessed season. She means well, really. I amused myself by picking out every Pagan element I could find in the card. When the mail had been sorted, I got

Santa Is Coming To Town
Finished shopping just in the nick of time.... Christmas comes quicker and quicker each year. I guess I'll start the pre-buy in June next year. Time to do the Santa thing and get to bed. Merry Christmas. -c

Santa Came To My House!!
Sooo, here is my tale...and believe me its all true ;o) I went to shower, just a quick one before bed...i heard the strangest noise on the roof overhead... Could it be that Jolly old man?? Bringing presents thru out the land?? Wrapping my towel around me so tight, i head down the stairs in the dark of the night... And just when i thought i had seen it all...there under my Christmas tree which stands proud and tall were Christmas gifts for One and all! If you dont believe me "Its crazy" you say...i took a picture to end your dismay. I wrote that all by myself!! lol The spirit of Christmas should never be forgotten, and although my oldest no longer "believes" when i see the look in both my childrens eyes tomo morning i know that somehow, somewhere Santa's spirit lives on. Its in the heart of every child and adult alike. So take time to see the joy in the season, just a few minutes...look into the eyes of a child today and let all the stresses in the world fade.

Santa Story
I was wearing a red teddy with fuzzy white around the tops of the cups. It was like Santa's outfit only it was very tight and sexy. I was relaxing on the couch sipping wine and carressing my shaven smooth legs. I would probably masturbate later. I had planned to but I was considering just going to bed. I was feeling sexy though. And God knows I was lonely. My hands found there way between my legs. I wasn't ready to get started yet I was just enjoying letting my fingertips explore. I heard a noise on the roof. It scared me half to death. I first though that somebody had thrown something on my roof but then I heard noises in my chimney. Before I could set my drink down a man had quickly stepped out of my fireplace. It was Santa. My first instinct was to cover myself up but I gave up on that. For one, I couldn't find anything. For two, I wasn't showing off anything that I didn't show off in a bathing suit. He didn't say anything. He just took out the gif

Santa & The Blonde
A tour guide was showing Morris the tourist around Washington, D. C. The guide pointed out the place where George Washington supposedly threw a dollar across the Potomac River. "So what?" exclaimed Morris the tourist. "A dollar went much farther in those days." -------- As a fluid-dynamics engineer, I was invited to give a lecture at a classsified meeting attended by military officials. To break the ice, I began my talk with a joke. Several days later, at a restaurant, I ran into a naval officer who had heard my speech. "Would you mind repeating that joke here?" he asked. "That way it won't be considered confidential anymore, and I can tell it to others." Santa and the Blonde! One Christmas Eve, Santa Claus comes down the chimney and is startled by a beautiful 19 year old blonde. She asks "Santa, will you stay with me?" Santa says, "Ho Ho Ho I gotta go, gotta go! I gotta deliver these toys to the children, y'know!" She takes off he

Santa Forgot My Christmas Wish...
Her tears were made from paths, forged from the past and forced upon the future. Earthy brown released crystalline blue, as if the sky had been born from the soil there and rain clouds seeped their history out on the fertile flesh of the girl’s blossoming cheeks. How long had it been since the emotion caught up with her? Who knew. All that mattered is it was there now and the only way to be rid of it was to let it rip its way through the many layers of conscience until it could sublime into the surrounding air and appear as if it had never existed. Tribulations that had occurred haunted her at this moment, and thoughts of troubles plenty more to come. In this was the overwhelming device of her sorrows which could not be halted, or haltered. Time would be obstinate, stern, and adamant; geography would be unintentionally unyielding; and her mourning would be constant as long as the holidays came this year. “You know what I want for Christmas. Don’t get me anything if I can’t have it

Santa And 3 Sexy Ladies
This one sounds better spoken because of the ryhmes. Try it out loud... Santa, making his rounds, is in a house, when he is approached by a attractive young lass... "Santa will you stay and play with me?" "Ho Ho Ho, I gotta go, got to get these toys to the kids you know." and he disappears up the chimmney. In the next house, he is approached by a another attractive young woman, this one has her robe quite open, with a wonderful veiw of her chest. "Santa will you stay and play with me?" "Ho Ho Ho, I gotta go, got to get these toys to the kids you know." and he disappears up the chimmney. In the next house, he is greeted by yet another attraqctive woman, whom is laying fully undressed on a rug in front of the fireplace. "Santa will you stay and play with me?" "Hey, Hey, Hey, might as well stay, can't get up the chimmney with my dick this way!"

Santa Dont Cry
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE

Santa
hi everyone...My name is Grant but most know me as Santa. I have played Santa in our town as well as drawing in children from surrounding towns for the past 8 years at my home with my wife Mrs. Claus along side of me. We have seen thousands of children per season and have become quite well known for what we do. It has become a part of who we are! So much so that when I purchased a 1979 Triumph Spitfire (tiny British sports car) that my wife & I have restored we had Santa's Summer Sleigh pin striped on the trunk lid & Santa on my door & Mrs. Claus on my wifes and my license plate reads I B Santa. We do the car shows and have become quite recognizable in our summer sleigh. We carry toys in it year round that we pass out to children who recognize me as Santa in our travels. What fun we have in what we fondly refer to as our ~life after kids~ car!!! 7 children between us, all grown, and 11 grand children we adore. We have a wonderful marriage and life is good! I'm a plumber in the off sea

Santini In Crave Magazine
Santini is featured in the April edition of CRAVE magazine (The magazine of extreme culture). Here is the link to the article/interview http://www.cravemagazine.com/modules.php?name=Content&pa=showpage&pid=734

Santini Returns To Germany
Santini returns to Germany! As a follow up to his German and Czech Republic tour in Oct of 2006, Santini will return to Germany May 9th and will return to Canada May 20th. This brief visit will entail meeting with a number of media and business contacts in preparation for some big tour plans and shows in Europe to take place in late 2007/ early 2008.

~~santa Claus To Be Banned~~
~Santa Claus will be banned as he utters the clearly racist and misogynistic exclamation, "Ho, ho, ho!" ~No public mourning of Hawaiian singer, Don Ho, who died recently. ~Pirate movies will be censored if they contain the phrase "Yo, ho, ho." ~All references to the Seven Dwarfs will be punishable due to the song "High-ho!" which is offensive to sex workers of enhanced stature. ~Any mention of farmers will cease due to their use of hoes, a racist, sexist farm implement. ~The Lone Ranger will be eliminated from popular culture because he uses the patently offensive phrase, "Hi Ho Silver". ~All "Ho-downs" will be terminated as a racist affront to non-Southern White Christians. ~All travel to Ho Chi Minh City will be banned. ~The phrases "Heave-Ho," "Gung Ho," and "Tally Ho!" will be expunged from the English language.

The Santini "rammstein" Escape
Hi all, Well, Germany proved to once again be a GREAT inspiration for me. And, an original extreme Santini escape I have been mulling over for some time finally gelled while I was over there. In tribute to one of the most amazing and creative bands in the world, the German techno metal group RAMMSTEIN, (who BTW are famous for their onstage use of fire and flamethrowers), I am beginning work on a new intense stage escape called "The RAMMSTEIN". Without going into too much detail until it is built and tested I can say that "The RAMMSTEIN" is much like my Cremation Chamber only for the HEAD! A 25,000 BTU flamethrower blasting right at my head and face for 3 or 4 brutal minutes. This one is going to blow audiences away... Cheers, Santini

Santa....he's Back! Poem #6
Ever have that felling that somethings not right? It gnawls at your stomach from morning to night. The thought kept coming that somethings amiss. It was starting to effect my holiday bliss. The day flew by fast everything seemed fine. But, i could not sleep with this thought on my mind. Then some low sounds about an hour till dawn. Some ho ho ho'ing out on my lawn. Yes, its true, Santa he's back and trippin' Healed up nicely from last years ass whippin'. I laughed in his face, "you stupid goose steppin' kraut." "Cme all the way back here to just get knocked out. "You'll find out this time I'm not so easily beat." "Say hello to my friend Cottontail pete." You'd think of a bunny as fragile and small. but, this fluffy hare was seven feet tall. "See i brought me some help a lil' egg-stra fun." "You'll be kissing my elf butt by the time we are done." Guess he thought that was funny he started to grin. So i gave him an uppercut under his chin. Pete c

Santini Featured In Chill Magazine!
To any who may be interested, On Steve Santini's official website at www.thedarkmaster.com there is a new link off the main page to a brand new feature article about Santini and his extreme escapology career that ran in this month's CHILL magazine. CHILL is a magazine published and distributed by the Canadian retail chain known as "The Beer Store". Specializing in features and interviews with high profile Canadian sports and entertainment figures, previous issues of CHILL have profiled the likes of Will Farrell, Jim Carey, Mike Myers, and numerous other famous Canadian personalities. Enjoy the read!

Santa's Willy
Scroll down and you'll see Santa's willy! Whoo hoo, You're gonna love this * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * For Crying out loud Act your age! There is no such thing as Santa

The Santa Clause
"Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus..right down Santa Claus' lane." Sorry, I just finished listening that song all day, at work, so now I can't get it out of my head. Why do all the crappy songs get stuck in my head? Oh well, it seems rather fitting anyway as I start to review my first holiday film of this year. To be perfectly honest, I knew I wasn't going to like this movie, and..."boy oh boy" was I ever right. Don't get me wrong, it's not as terrible as I thought it would be, but it's not one of the best holiday films out there. The story is basically about a neglectful would be dad, Scott Calvin a.k.a. Santa Claus (Tim Allen), whom ends up taking custody of his kid for the holidays. As one can tell, the kid spends most of the time complaining about how unconventional and unchristmas-esque their time together is. From spending time at a diner and eating stuff like steak and other non-traditional holiday food, it turns out Scott's time with his son couldn't get any worse.

Santa Cruz
So went to Santa Cruz today, Twin Lakes beach to be exact. Well 17 was congested so we took 9 which is a little two lane winding into SC, well got some good pictures of different things on the way to. Well we get to the beach and it is packed, I mean like hella heads, so we find a place to chill and built us a pit to sit in out of the sun. After that was done Alex and I went boggy(sp) boarding since the waves on the north shore are shit. That's about it of my trip other then my verbal slip ups.

Santa's Response (this One Is Too Damn Funny)
Dear Santa I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer. YeR FReND, BiLLy Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in trash disposal. How about I send you a f***ing dictionary so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell! Santa P.S. Have your mother start calling you Rain Man! ________________________ Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa _______________________ Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, What, like your dad's going to quit banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane? Tell your mom to lose some weight and I'll talk to your daddy.

Santa And The Soldier
SANTA & THE SOLDIER T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED

Santa's Pickup Lines
10. Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh? 9. Wanna see my 12-inch elf? 8. I’ve got something special in the sack for you! 7. Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? 6. I know when you’ve been bad or good--so let’s skip the small talk, sister! 5. Some of my best toys run on batteries... 4. Interested in seeing the "North Pole"? (Well, that’s what the Mrs. calls it. 3. I see you when you’re sleeping--and you don’t wear any underwear, do you? 2. Screw the "nice" list--I’ve got you on my "naughty" list! 1. Wanna join the "Mile High" club?

Santeros Have Neighbor Problems
Santeros have neighbor problems Throughout Miami-Dade, Santeria practitioners and their middle-class suburban neighbors have not always seen eye to eye. Posted on Tue, Aug. 14, 2007 BY TERE FIGUERAS NEGRETE tfigueras@MiamiHerald.com The clash between Santeria practitioners and their suburban neighbors in Coral Gables is not an isolated incident. Consider: • Last year, a veteran Miami-Dade firefighter was arrested on felony trespassing and animal cruelty charges after a confrontation with a Redland neighbor who caught him dumping a goat on his property. The firefighter, Adolfo Perez, said he removed the animal carcass -- as well as other animal remains -- from the man's property after he realized it was private property, and provided him a business card identifying himself as a priest. The neighbor, Art Valencia, a retired schoolteacher, turned the business card over to police. ''I don't care what they do, but I shouldn't have to smell dead animals at my home,'' he sa

Santodante
Sit down and listen to stories Romanticizing yesteryear None of us have been there Not like you Ignorant offspring spewing mourning Please, spare me They don’t hold a light to you And your candle faded fast But enough of this collective Judas Who can deny your influence on our world? It’s hard to see you in this light Pale and shrunken and eaten away What happened to the giant? Held on high shoulders And introduced to the autumn’s colors Oh what will they do when the lights go down Without you there to guide them all to Zion? What will they do besides shiver in fear and blind faith? Do you believe in the Father, The son And the Holy Ghost Save yourself and shake your fist And let them know you’ve made your way home The sky is shining bright, but all eyes are on the ground You were the light the children will only hear about Told in stories fueled by your burning son I only pray the lord knew when to take you up You’ve been in this shell for too long Snug i

Santa Fe, New Mexico Vampire And Lycans
This once-peaceful city is under siege. In the space of six short months eleven people have been brutally murdered, their bodies drained of blood and dumped in different public places. Many more have vanished into the shadows of the night and might be lying beneath the streets of Santa Fe, their lifeless bodies decomposing in the lonely dark. Officials can't account for the gruesome killing spree. They do not believe the murders to be the work of one man, but nor have they been able to link the crimes to any known criminals. In the largest single police operation in New Mexico History, most local gangs have been broken up, religious cult leaders arrested, and the doors of secret orders, and brotherhoods smashed down.... to no effect at all!!! Chief Inspector Bruce of the whole police operation hates it when he is queried about the lack of results and responded with his own brand of bluntness," We've been working like silly clown," he snapped. "Everyone's on unpaid overtime. Nobod

Santa Is Real (1998)
Fear has seen my wrath and pain has endured my joy i see not what is erred yet watch my beliefs destroyed man has not won every war that he has waged yet in the eyes of his Lord he has sinned in every way For man is born with original sin he has erred not yet is punished for his kin a child is taught the errors of his way and is ultimately punished for sins that all men pay what's the sense in righting if being human is just wrong i see the belief is questioned yet i'm told that it's strong if the ultimate sin has happened and religions says it's wrong why do they preach righteousness when their sin is just a strong? "Lead me not into temptation" is just a thoughtful phrase when man can raise the dead just as Jesus had been raised a simple resurrection of a traditional christian way and attempt of the destruction of a new idealistic way must we live in the assumption that all beliefs are real? if so we are very wrong when a child cries

Santa's Toy Bag (2000)
i often wonder where all the toys have gone then i open my eyes and they are before me not unlike the scenes of the latest horror film I see myself in the mirror and look away black tears hide the pain they seep onto white flesh never before seen at the sun's reflection so much felt by me given to others i play the viscious cycle over and over the pawns are never the same only they play the same board will the bag ever be true? will it ever be empty? can i make them as i go? i wish for playtime to be over can i say goodbye? his little elves the minions of the dark his strings are moved i am the puppet dare not to cut the strings shall i fall? i drown in the black tears reflecting in the mirror can i scry upon the reflection? i see myself i turn away is this fate? merciless upon this breath there is nothing but cold and the fire that i extinguished ashes are drowned in the same tears will they blow in the wind? this is where i am

Santa Vs. The Flying Spaghetti Monster?
Santa Vs. the Flying Spaghetti Monster Published by henderob December 23rd, 2006 in pirates, General FSM news and Spread the Word. A Holiday cartoon - I wish I knew who created this. after centuries of battling Jesus for supremacy over Christmas, Santa Claus has finally emerged victorious. more… Enraged by Flying Spaghetti MonsterÃ¢Â€Â™s growing popularity, Santa decides to terminate this growing trend. After learning of his nemesis’s presence on the North Pole, Santa plans his attack that will determine once and for all who will rule supreme over the holiday that is Christmas! Watch the video HERE.Â 49 Responses to “Santa Vs. the Flying Spaghetti Monster” Feed for this Entry Trackback Address 1 Wench Nikky Dec 23rd, 2006 at 6:58 pm Wqw, what a great Holiday present to the CoFSM. Thanks heaps :) :) May His Noodleyness reward you with untold treasure. Happy Holiday RAmen 2 Wench Nikky Dec 23rd, 2006 at 7:05 pm Thar surely be s

Santini Extreme Escape To Protest Torture Worldwide
Planning is currently underway for Santini to present an extreme escape that will be a political statement against the worldwide use of torture. David Blaine stood on a pole in New York's Central Park and Criss Angel stayed in a tank of water in Times Square breathing air via a tube but what Santini proposes to do will be far more difficult and painful. At a notable Toronto location sometime in the next few months Santini will be painfully stretched on a Medieval rack and will remain in this uncomfortable and extended position for a number of hours before attempting to finally escape the machine (should his muscles even be functional after being stretched thusly for a number of hours). Discussions are currently underway to have Amnesty International, ( The reknowned human rights organization), sanction and assist in promoting the protest/escape. Details will be released as they are confirmed and become available.

Santana - Why Don't You And I
Since the moment I spotted you Like walking round with little wings on my shoes My stomach's filled with the butterflies...ooo and it's alright Bouncing round from cloud to cloud I got the feeling like I'm never going to come down If I said I didn't like it then you know I'd lied ooo [Chorus:] Everytime I try to talk to you I get tongue-tied Turns out everything I say to you Comes out wrong and never comes out right [Chorus:] So I'll say why don't you and I get together and take on the world and be together forever Heads we will and tails we'll try again So I say why don't you and I hold each other and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven Cause without you they're never going to let me in When's this fever going to break? I think I've handled more than any man can take I'm like a love-sick puppy chasing you around ooo And it's alright Bouncing round from cloud to cloud I got the feeling like I'm never going to come down If said I didn't like it then y

"santa Song"
ADAM SANDLER LYRICS So many presents, so little time, Santa won't be coming around my house this year, 'cos I tried to drown my sister and I pierced my ear, Oh mama made it perfectly clear, Santa don't like bad boys...especially Jewish ones. Gnip-gnop and lego blocks are all that I desire, so why did I have to set the pizza guy's hair on fire, I told him I was sorry, I'm a liar, so no toys for me...I don't deserve them. I couldn't wait for a big wheel as the holiday neared, but then I told my grandma that she had a beard. Dear Santa, I know what my problem is, why I can't be good, it's a fear of intimacy. You see my whole life whenever I've met someone really great like you and I keep feeling like I'm getting close to them, something inside me makes me want to screw it up. So in a weird way the reason I'm so bad is because I love you santa. Rock-em Sock-em Robots is what I was hoping for, but then I made a death threat to vice president Gore, oh

Santana Ft Rob Thomas - Smooth
MY FAVORITE MALE SINGER OF ALL TIME! ROB THOMAS IS JUST FUCKING GREAT! Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun Well, I hear you whispering in the words, to melt everyone But you stay so cool My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem, Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason The step in my groove Pre-Chorus And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth Chorus And it's just like the ocean under the moon Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah Give me your heart, make it real Or else forget about it But I'll tell you one thing If you would leave it would be a crying shame In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio You hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow Turning you round... and round Pre-Chor

Santana - Maria Maria
Hook: Oh Maria Maria She reminds me of a eastside story Growing up in Spanish Harlem She's livin' her life just like a movie star Oh, Maria Maria She fell in love in East L.A. To the sounds of the guitar Played by Carlos Santana Verse 1: Stop the looting, stop the shooting Pick pocking on the corner See as the rich is getting richer The poor is getting poorer Se mira Maria on the corner Thinkin' of ways to make it better In my mailbox there's an eviction letter Somebody just said see you later Bridge: Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola Ahora vengo mama chola (East coast) Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola Ahora vengo mama chola (West coast) Repeat Hook Verse 2: I said a la favella los colores (???) The streets are getting hotter There is no water To put out the fire Mi canto la esperanza Se mira Maria on the corner Thinkin' of ways to make it better Then I looked up in the sky Hoping of days of paradise Bridge: Ahora vengo mama chola mama chol

Santa Baby
Buh-bum.. buh-bum... Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue, I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed, Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you check off my christmas list Santa baby, I want a yacht and really thats not a lot Been an angel all year Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed To a platinum mine, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and cheques, Sign your x on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my chirstmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you, Let's see if you believe in me Santa baby, forgot to mention one little

Santini Czech Tour 2008
As I write this, a very large crate of Santini posters, DVD's, T shirts and other promotional materials in now winging it's way air freight to the Cezch Replublic in advance of a major Santini tour there to take place in 2008. Putting the bricks in place for the tour to take place is Paul Landers, the lead gutarist for RAMMSTEIN.CZ who are one of Europe's leading RAMMSTEIN tribute and cover bands. Paul is setting things up with major Czech concert promoters and the tour will see me performing live with the band, solo at major venues in Europe, and also doing a number of "one shot" massive media generating stunts in addition to my full stage show. You can check out RAMMSTEIN.CZ on thier site at http://www.rammstein.cz/ News concerning the Santini tour can be found on the MP3/Video page of the site.

Santa Needs Help!
Santa is really loaded down this year with his shopping and having to pay extra money for gas. (Yes Santa drives to buy those expensive toys kiddos) So just give Santa a comment on this blog only if you are truly naughty. Remember he sees everything lol. Merry Christmas, Santa Claus P.S. See really loaded with shopping that he forgot to say that he needed help with his lists lol.

Santa Claus Is Pagan Too
Santa Claus Is Pagan Too By Emerald Rose Oh, Santa Claus is Pagan too Just like all the rest And if you are a merry witch He´ll bring you all the best So get that star up on the roof And bake those cookies too Cause Christmas time is really Yule And Santa´s Pagan too He´s got that Buddha belly And his Pops the Holly King You´ve dressed him in that British Coat The caps a Nordic thing You took the horns right off his head And stuck them on his deer But he still flies high like Jupiter With a belly full of beer Hey, Santa Claus is Pagan too Just like all the rest And if you are a merry witch He´ll bring you all the best So get that star up on the roof And bake those cookies too Cause Christmas time is really Yule And Santa´s Pagan too Now history says Christ was likely Not a Capricorn But if you want to share our Yule We don´t care when he´s born Come celebrate the dawning Of the sun king´s bright rebirth And if you practice what you preac

Santa's Many Faces: Shaman, Sailor, Saint
Holly, Jolly Old Elf, Other Traditions Show Solstice's Mongrel Past Pagan celebration of Winter Solstice is a tradition with its roots in the ancient past, twining from hunter-gatherer cultures through the Old Religion of Europe, influenced by the rise of Christianity from the Middle East. A look at some of the history can help you design your personal Solstice traditions. Santa the Shaman For tens of thousands of years, we humans have celebrated the seasons, the lunar and solar cycles and other natural events. While our bodies are not as strictly regulated as animals' regarding mating, migration or hibernation, we are deeply affected by our circadian rhythms, the lunar pull and our hormones, which interact with the sun. According to Jeremy Rifkin in Time Wars, "Chronobiology provides a rich new conceptual framework for rethinking the notion of relationships in nature. In the temporal scheme of things, life, earth and universe are viewed as partners in a tightly synchroniz

Santa
Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows

Santa Claus Cupcakes
Heading down the chimney? Be careful how many of these tempting Santa cupcakes you eat! RECIPE INGREDIENTS: Cupcake White and red icing Mini marshmallow Shredded coconut Blue and pink gel icing Red candy 1. Frost the cupcake with a layer of white icing. Add the red frosting hat, curving it around the side of Santa's face, and a marshmallow pom-pom. 2. Sprinkle on a ring of coconut to make Santa's beard and hair. Draw on his eyes and cheeks with gel icing, then top it all off with a red candy nose.

Santa Hats Recipes Yummy
RECIPE INGREDIENTS: 2 egg whites, at room temperature 1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 cup sugar Red colored sugar 1. Heat the oven to 200° F. With an electric mixer, beat the egg whites until soft peaks start to form. Beating all the while, add the cream of tartar and vanilla extract, then slowly add the 1/2 cup of sugar. Continue to beat until the peaks stiffen. 2. Spoon the meringue into a quart-size plastic bag. Snip off a corner and pipe 2 dozen 1 1/2-inch-tall Santa hat triangles onto a parchment-lined baking sheet (you should have about 1/4 of the meringue left). 3. Sprinkle the triangles with the red sugar, then use the remaining meringue to give each one a pom-pom and trim. Bake the hats until they're hard but not browned, about 1 hour and 20 minutes. Turn off the oven and leave the hats in it for an hour to crisp before removing.

Santa Is A Fat Bitch
Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell ringin bells at the malls Dancer, Prancer, Nixon and Cupid. I'mma get stupid HA HA HA ugh.. I sit around all night under the chimney Holdin' my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's comin', he's comin' he must Looking up nothin but rust, dust Turn on my tv the very next day I see your gettin paid Leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the building Listen to my nine go click Santa's A Fat Bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I ain't get shit If I hear you land on my roof I'mma bust your ass in the tooth Yeah, I got somethin to say about Saint Nick Fuck that hoe he never brought Salem Shit No toys, candy canes just a lump of coal So I eat it cause there ain't nothin in the cupboard So I'll be quick, quick and brief All I need for Christmas is my two front teeth I got mine kicked, kicked out my mouth I need a few new ones could you help me out?? Should've known I'd get the short end of the stick No kind of gift

Santa List
I borrowed this from a friends page Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant window

Santa's Elf.....
Well i am one of Santa's Elves, and Santa's pretty busy right now.....so he wants me to do the special requests of presents from all you good (or so you say) boys and girls out there in fubar land....*pulls out his pad and pencil* and says "you tell me what you desire, and i'll see if Santa will bring it for YOU" *Smiles* :D Derek the EvilElf

Santa's A Chick? Lmfao
I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off! For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they - with amazing calm - call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musica

Santas And Heavenly Angels
Sugar cookies may come in all shapes and sizes, but nothing says Christmas more than cookies dressed up like Santa or a heavenly angel. RECIPE INGREDIENTS: 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour 1/2 tsp. salt 1 cup unsalted butter, softened 2/3 cup sugar 1 large egg 1 tbsp. light corn syrup 1 tbsp. vanilla extract Santa and angel cookie cutters Tubes of white decorator's frosting Red and yellow sugar sprinkles M & M's or Skittles Fruit leather Yellow gumdrops Tiny white candy balls Blue and red gel icing 1. In a medium-sized bowl, mix the flour and salt. In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugar, and stir in the egg, corn syrup and vanilla extract. One third at a time, stir in the flour mixture. 2. Pat the dough into two disks, wrap in plastic and refrigerate for 1 to 2 hours. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Roll out the dough to a 1/4-inch thickness between two pieces of waxed paper and cut into Santas or angels. 3. Bake on an ungreased cookie sheet for

Santa And The Soldier (for All You Devil Dogs Out There)
SANTA & THE SOLDIER T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED

Santa Is Satan
So I saw a mumm about whether or not Jesus and Santa are one in the same... after some research (and vodka) here is my theory Satan knows all the stuff about when you are sleeping and awake good and bad all that...and Satan mixed up spells Santa so perhaps Santa is Satan and thats why he leaves coal... I mean there has to be an abundance of it in hell right? Not only that but the facts about Santa aren't good... 1) No known species of reindeer can fly. But there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not completely rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen. Demons are said to fly hmmm? 2) There are 2 billion children in the world (persons under 18). But since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist children, that reduces the workload by 85% of the total - leaving 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 c

Santa Contest For Tazzy
SWEET BABY TAZZYCLICK PI TO CAST YOUR VOTE AND LEAVE A COMMENT OR TWO!!!!!! COME HELP OUT FUBARS HOTTEST SANTA!!!!CONTEST FOR RATES AND FOR COMMENTS!!!! LETS SHOW HER HOW MUCH WE LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Santa In The Ring... His Opponent In The Other Corner...
Why Jesus Is Better Than Santa Santa lives at the North Pole... Jesus is everywhere. Santa rides in a sleigh... Jesus rides on the wind & walks on the water. Santa comes but once a year... Jesus is an ever present help. Santa fills your stockings with goodies... Jesus supplies all your needs. Jesus stands at your door & knocks, and then enters your heart. You have to wait in line to see Santa... Jesus is as close as the mention of His name. Santa lets you sit on his lap... Jesus lets you rest in His arms. Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is 'Hi little child, What's your name?"... Jesus knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows our address, history, future, and even how many hairs are on our heads. Santa has a belly like a belly full of jelly... Jesus has a heart full of love. All Santa can offer is Ho Ho Ho... Jesus offers Health, Hope, and Help. Santa says, " You better not cry"

Santa And Little Girl (email)
Santa: "So little girl, what would you like for Christmas?" Girl: "I want a Barbie Doll and a G.I. Joe." Santa: "Doesn't Barbie always come with Ken?" Girl: No, she only fakes it with Ken."

Santa's Pick-up Lines (email)
* Hey Babe, when was the last time you had a really good sleigh? * Care to see my twelve inch elf? * I've got something special in the sack just for you! * Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? * I know when you've been bad or good so let's skip the small talk, sister! * Some of my favorite toys run on batteries.... * Interested in seeing the North Pole? (Well, that's what Mrs. Claus calls it...) * I see you when you're sleeping and you don't wear any underwear, do you? * Screw the "nice" list. I've got you on my "nice AND naughty" list! * Ho-Ho-How'd you like to shake like a bowl of jelly? * I put the 'scroo' in 'scrooge! * I've got something you can hang a wreath on! * One hour with me honey and you'll see flyin' reindeer! * That is NO candy cane in my pocket, and I'm glad to see you. * Uh-yeah, that's right. I'm Kenny Rogers. * I got your stocking stuffer right here! * Giddy-up over here and say 'Howdy' to your fat, bearded cowboy of love!

Santa, Can You Visit My Granddaughter?
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?" "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves

Santa's Prayer On Christmas Eve
This is something we all need to remember at this time of the year . Santa's Prayer on Christmas Eve By Warren D. Jennings The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed, But Santa still knelt by the side of the bed. "Dear Father," he prayed "Be with me tonight. There's much work to do and my schedule is tight. I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky, Knowing full well that a reindeer can't fly. I will visit each household before the first light, I'll cover the world and all in one night. With sleigh bells a-ringing, I'll land on each roof, Amid the soft clatter of each little hoof. To get in the house is the difficult part, So I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart. My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes. The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes. I will fill all the stockings and not leave a track. I'll eat every cookie that is left for my snack. I can do all these things Lord, only through You, I just need your b

Santa's Favorite Jokes
Three men die in a car accident Christmas Eve. They all find themselves at the pearly gates waiting to enter heaven. On entering they are told that they must present something "Christmassy." in order to get in. The first man searches his pocket, and finds some pine needles from the family's Christmas tree. He is let it. The second man presents a bow and some ribbon, from presents that were opened earlier in that night. So he is also allowed in. The third man pulls out a pair of panties. Confused at this last gesture, St. Peter asks, "How do these represent Christmas?" To which he replies, "Oh, They're Carol's."

Santa Eric
HI my name is Santa Eric By Eric Ethan I'm Santa Eric Here to spread alot of cheer adn smile on this special holiday come over here and sit on my lap tell Santa Eric what you want for christmas if you are too shy just whisper in my ear what you want and wish I can make your wishes come true Here is Candy Cane for you to suck on and wait for that Christmas present come to you Is there Christmas wishes you want to come true let me know and make them come true. go Ahead pull on my beard not to hard, Ouch!!!!! that hurts , yes that real, Don't worry Christmas wishes come true believe in your heart with a lot of faith and prayer you Christmas wishes will come true bear and keep on believing the holidays spirts

Santa
I took my daughter to see Santa last night, After she was done and had went outside he said he wanted to talk to me, I was like OOHHH NOOO this can't be good if Santa wanted to have a personal chat with me. His first words to me was, OK first time in thousands of years I have a dilemma and it had to do with me, OK SANTA ... What.. He told me I was both on the Naughty and Nice list, causing conflict with my presents.. So after a few minutes of working this out we decided on my presents but also I have to receive handcuffs for when I am bad..( I didn't tell him I already had several of my own) I told him not to go light on the naughty stuff it's OK if he must give me a lot of those. ( Turns out Santa really does know ALL!). So to all of you .. GO SEE SANTA.. it just might really be a Merry Christmas.

Santa And The Christmas Tree
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into

Santa Baby
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Santa Is Comming
HEY EVERYONE JUST WANTED TO SAY MERRY CHRISTMAS SINCE IT IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER, HOPE SANTA BRINGS YOU ALL EVERYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES, AND DONT FORGET THE NEW YEAR.. PARTY IT UP.. HAVE A BLAST AND DRINK ONE FOR ME !!!

Santa Clause
SANTA CLAUS by Grandma I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus,"she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go wh

Santas Sleigh Ride. Big Pimp Out...are You On It ?!?!?
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Santa Can't Bring Me What I Want
Two years ago this December 24th my step brother was coming home from working overtime on 3rd shift. He had the right-a-way in a left hand turn when his car was struck by another vehicle, on the driver side at 8:53 am, who had decided to run a yellow light that had just turned red at the top of the hill. Unfortunately the man couldn't see my step brother from the opposite side of the hill and didn't think about a car even being there. When I arrived at the scene I was allowed to ask him why he had run the light, why not wait just a minute and the man replied "I didn't buy my daughter everything she wanted." He was charged with manslaughter but 6 months later he was released from prison with the felony on his record. The man did come back and offer us a settlement but we refused because no amount of money could bring back a brother, a son, a father, and a friend. Please take the time to realize that presents can be replaced but people can not. Don't get caught up in the Holiday rush

Santa Needs To Be Investigated!!!
Ok, I was thinking last night and it just doesnt seem right that Santa has never had problems with this before but hey He can see you when your sleeping and can see you when your awake, does anyone else have a problem with this cause to me kinda sounds like he has a thing for Kids!!!

Santa's Early!
Went to the train station yesterday to catch my train home after work. And what to my wondering eyes did appear ... Santa, waiting for a train. He was just sitting there, with everyone else and saying "Merry Christmas" to everyone that went by. You can't help but smile when Santa says Merry Christmas to you.

Santa Is Pissed Off !!!!!!!!!
A Christmas Story 'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of 'Thanks Santa'--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shits I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM! Fl

Santa'pissed
Twas the night before Christmas old Santa was pissed, He cussd out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, Ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind, To scrap the whole works. I've busted my ass for damn near a year Instead of "Thanks Santa" what do I hear.. The old lady bitches cause I work late at night the elves want more money And the reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is Pregnant Vixon has AIDS And just when I thought That things would get better, The IRS, They sent me a letter. They say I owe taxes, If that aint damn funny.. Who the hell ever Sent Santa any money? And the kids these days, They all are the pits. They want the impossible, Those mean little shits. I spent a whole year Making wagons and sleds with no request for them They want computers and Robots, They think I am IBM If you think

Santa Baby
Just a few more presents to wrap, then she'd be done. Susanna looked at the clock. Stifling a yawn, she realized it was past 11:00. Well, she thought, it wouldn't hurt to take a little break. Of all the rotten luck, her husband was working night shift, so she was stuck by herself on Christmas Eve. She had ordered pizza, taken a hot bath, and slipped on her comfy bathrobe. Now she was wishing she'd wrapped all these presents earlier. Yawning again, she curled up on the couch with her favorite quilt and flipped on the TV. She must have been sleepier than she thought because the sound of the clock chiming 12 woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she began to sit up when she heard a low chuckle. Her eyes flew open and she saw a figure sitting in the chair near the Christmas tree. Susanna opened her mouth to scream but the shadowed figure said, "Ssshhhhh." He stood up and walked slowly toward the couch. Susanna still couldn't see his face very clearly. The only lights in the room w

Santa Claus
The truth about Santa Claus. Legend has it that long ago there was an old man named St. Nick that made gifts and gave them out once a year around the aniversry of the birth of Christ. It is he who started the tradition that we have come to fulfill every Christmas of gift giving. But how the story of Santa Claus exist today & what we tell our kids is the point I want to express. Santa Claus is REAL, NO he his NOT a REAL humanbeing or magical man that lives in the North Pole as we potray him out to be and travels the world in one night bringing joy to all. NO, absolutly NOT! But the unwritten law the Claus of tradition of Santa & Christmas for parent's, family's, common wealth, & socitey to bring into your lives & hearts many generations before us & after us, IS REAL that we can NOT DENY. Therefore Santa Claus is REAL! Amen!

Santa Died For Your Mastercard
Man nails Claus to cross to protest commercialism of Christmas updated 9:20 p.m. PT, Sat., Dec. 22, 2007 BREMERTON, Wash. - Art Conrad has an issue with the commercialism of Christmas, and his protest has gone way beyond just shunning the malls or turning off his television. The Bremerton resident nailed Santa Claus to a 15-foot crucifix in front of his house. "Santa has been perverted from who he started out to be," Conrad said. "Now he's the person being used by corporations to get us to buy more stuff." A photo of the crucified Santa adorns Conrad's Christmas cards, with the message "Santa died for your MasterCard." The display is also Conrad's way of poking fun at political correctness. He believes people do not express their feelings because they are afraid of what other people might think. His neighbors found the will to express their feelings this past week. Some were offended but many were just curious. Jake Tally walked by on Friday and chuckl

Santa
I just got done playing santa for my nephews. When I walked in the first one I saw was Camden. He is 5. I asked him what his name was and he told me Camden. I said "I just had a baby reighndeer I just named Camden." Boy he was all excited...then my twisted sense of humor kicked in. I said "Yeah Blitzen is getting pretty old I think I will replace him with Camden next year. I am going to hate to put him down, but on the good side I love deer sausage." He just stared at me not knowing what to say. haha It was funny. Now he thinks there is going to be a deer named Camden in santas group next year.

Santa Baby! :(
So apparently i wuz on the naughty list! Santa promised me a new cpu 4 Christmas but i didnt get it...awww...Well,i guess i wasnt all that bad cuz itz really just the big man's time-out list and ill get my much needed present n January. Sweet...lol! Ping yas l8r! xox

Santa's Response To Letters He Received
Responses Santa Would Like To Send (when he's having a REALLY bad day) Dear Santa, I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer. yer Frend, BiLLy Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a friggin' book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _ Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _ Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door

Santini Live Performance Dates (canada)
More to be announced soon: - Feb 21st, 22nd, and 23rd, Royal York Fairmont Hotel, Toronto, OAAS Tradeshow. -March 21st, Transac club, Toronto, with Mysterion the Mindreader. Full 2 set extreme escape stage show - April 19th, Johnny B's VIP nightclub in Whitby. Solo 2 set extreme escape show.

Santa Is Coming To Town The Bombing Contest
For a straight shot to the top of the "NICE" list ADD, FAN, and RATE Santa! ...coming to town! Are you Santa's friend? He is making his list And checking it twice Have you been naughty or nice Submit a salute to Santa The salute with the most points will win a 7 day blast or 1 month VIP second place gets 100k fucash 5 points for a rate 1 point for a comment please submit all salutes by june 19 contest runs june 20 until july 4th please only sfw salutes He's Santa...for goodness sake! So you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout and ADD him, don't be shy! stfu its santa...owner of dj c51 girl@ fubar Christmas IconsMyspace Icons Get your player at Mp3Profiles.com I stuck a feather in my cap and called myself a PIMP! ~PebblesinAZ~ the santa pimp~

Santana - Maria Maria
Ladies and gents turn up your sound system to the sound of carlos santana and the GMB (Surprada) Ghetto people- from the Refugee Gang oh Maria Maria She reminds me of a west side story Growing up in Spanish Harlem She living the life just like a movie star oh Maria Maria She fell in love in East L.A. To the sounds of the guitar, yea ,yea Played by Carlos Santana Stop the looting, stop the shooting Pick pocking on the corner See as the rich is getting richer The poorer is getting poorer See mi y Maria on the corner Thinking of ways to make it better In my mailbox there's an eviction letter Somebody just said see you later Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula Ahora vengo mama chula (east coast) Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula Ahora vengo mama chula (west coast ) oh Maria Maria She reminds me of a west side story Growing up in Spanish Harlem She's living the life just like a movie star oh Maria Maria She fell in love in East L.A.

Santana - Smooth
Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun Well, I hear you whispering in the words, to melt everyone But you stay so cool My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem, Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason The step in my groove Pre-Chorus And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth Chorus And it's just like the ocean under the moon Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah Give me your heart, make it real Or else forget about it But I'll tell you one thing If you would leave it would be a crying shame In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio You hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow Turning you round... and round Pre-Chorus And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to