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Spaghetti
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A doctor was having an affair with his nurse. Shortly afterward, she told him she was pregnant. Not wanting his wife to know, he gave the nurse a sum of money and asked her to go to Italy and have the baby there. "But how will I let you know the baby is born?" she asked. He replied, "Just send me a postcard and write 'spaghetti' on the back. I'll take care of expenses." Not knowing what else to do, the nurse took the money and flew to Italy. Six months went by and then one day the doctor's wife called him at the office and explained, "Dear, you received a very strange postcard in the mail today from Europe, and I don't understand what it means." The doctor said, "Just wait until I get home and I will explain it to you." Later that evening, the doctor came home, read the postcard, fell to the floor with a heart attack. Paramedics rushed him to the ER. The lead medic stayed back to comfort the wife. He asked what trauma had precipitated the cardiac arrest. So the wife picked up the card and read, "'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti - Two with sausage and meatballs, two without. |
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dawn
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lady blue i write shadow poem i have battle ribbons in inferno oh kindred ghost i write gray words unspoken give me your scarlet vein flood life giver afterkind spills purple river words broken let us lie in the pasture woven in the dream green shadow poem unknown me amble spirit goose rushing faith words become amber meaning shadows bleed pure rainbow poem unreason yet words hope |
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Libido issues
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If this guy works a lot, it could be a stress issue. There are medications and stuff like that out there that could help this guy. He does work A LOT! He always has. |
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Libido issues
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If this guy works a lot, it could be a stress issue. There are medications and stuff like that out there that could help this guy.
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Buddies
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Written in WWII by my grandfather...I wish to re-dedicate this to all the men and women of our armed services....Updawg (12 years air force) Listen, Scott, I'm going fast And I have this for you... I'm hit. I'm loosing blood Its in the chest and shoulder. There is a sniper in this town I think behind that boulder Over there...Keep down. But listen, buddy, I can't last Much longer; I'm dying Hold on now don't you start crying. Buddy one request take this snapshot. Its my wife and little daughter Its all I got To give to you When you get through This stupid war Go to my town And find them They live down by the river road in a little house. Its neat and trim. You will see an old green gate; I made it from a old crate---before the war. Buddy, please find her, be kind to her I want her to know I love her so Much. Tell her I tried To do what was right. Tell her I died In the first fight And did not ever see the enemy You see I did not kill. And tell her I still tried to do right. To To To the end. Buddy, you've been a true friend Tell her that I... |
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New to this lol
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Share to be interested/. |
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Love and Light for Wolfchic,Destiny,and Maddy May,and the rest of the family
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Beauty in a Pure Heart
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Bright red dress, long brown hair, Bright green eyes, fragrance in the air that seemed to last After you passed. No evil thought, just a friendly smile, And one won't fall to lewdness while He thinks of beauty as it really is, With due respect for proper bliss. So smile for smile They walk on while The picture holds and each stays bold. To smile again because each knows No thought of sin. Their beauty knows. They love all when A fragrance grows While passing by To catch the eye And win the heart. nice write |
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Goodmorning everyone. Good evening |
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“Christmas Dreams”
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“Christmas Dreams” All I want for Christmas is you. Yes see it is true. There is no since in me telling Ole St. Nick. Don’t think he has learned that magic trick. With all the toys he brings and other things. I don’t think that is something he brings. What Christmas morning would be like for sure? What a day it would be to endure. Just to see you under my tree. I would have to agree. Just to see you standing there with a big red bow. Oh now that would be a show. As we sing Jingle Bells running through house. There would not be anyone around not even a mouse. As we go room to room and sing dashing through the snow. And we watch that big red bow. Kind of looks like Rudolf's nose. And it looks as if it glows. All I want for Christmas is you. Yes it is true. I awake rubbing my eyes I lay here in my bed. Realizing not only sugar plums was dancing in my head. Ohhh it does so seem. I had one heck of a Christmas Dream. It put a smile upon my face. As I try to close my eyes and go back to that place. K.L.M 12/4/2007 Even though I wrote this a few years ago it seemed the perfect time to re post it again...... MAY THE HOLIDAYS BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU HAVE EVER DREAMED OF!! Hummm and noooooooooooo I did not get what I wished for that year hummmm matter of fact I don't see that happening this year either but ohhh well maybe next year |
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Ho !
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A VERY Merry Holiday to all ! |
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Christmas Italian Style
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Twas the night before Christmas, Da whole house was mella, Not a creature was stirrin', Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla. When up on da roof I heard somethin' pound, I sprung to da window, To scream, "YO! Keep it down!" When what to my Wanderin' eyes should appear, But da Don of all elfs, And eight friggin' reindeer! Wit' slicked back black hair, And a silk red suit, don Christopher wuz here, And he brought da loot! Wit' a slap to dare snouts, And a yank on dare manes, He cursed and he shouted, And he called dem by name. "Yo Tony, Yo Frankie, Yo Vinny, Yo Vito, Ay Joey, Ay Paulie, Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!" As I drew out my gun And hid by da bed, He flew troo da winda And slapped me 'side da head. "What da hell you doin' Pullin' a gun on da Don? Now all you're gettin' is coal, You friggin' moron!" Den pointin' a fat finga Right unda my nose, He twisted his pinky ring, And up da chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, Obscenities screamin', Away dey all flew, Before he troo dem a beatin'. Den I heard him yell out, What I did least expect, "Merry Friggin' Christmas to all, And yous better show some respect!" |
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Painting the Night Sky
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Painting the Night Sky you paint the night sky with your kiss every soft touch leaving shooting stars in its wake the caress of your skin tugs the moonbeams be to glow brighter, and stronger like the strings of my heart strumming a melody of longing murmurs and wistful sighs your lips are swallowing black holes draining the breath of my being lost in the inky darkness of lust Twilight is the haven for our passion cloaking the truth from the Daylight you only love me in the shadows dusky mornings chasing our tenderness away the Sun is my enemy a mirror I can’t escape Very nice |
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Dirty Furniture!
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Why did the table go to see the dresser.............. He wanted to get into her drawers!!!!!! |
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Johnny And The Teacher
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One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. "Now class, I'm going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you tell what fruit I'm talking about. Okay, first: it's round, plumb and red." Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered "An apple." The teacher replied, "No Deborah, it's a beet, but I like your thinking." Now for the second. It's soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish." Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy. "Is it a peach?" Billy asks. "No, Billy, I'm afraid it's a potato. But I like your thinking," the teacher replies. Here's another: it's long, yellow, and fairly hard." By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically. The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. "A banana," she says. "No," the teacher replies, "it's a squash, but I like your thinking." Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. "Hey, I've got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I've got it: it's round, hard, and it got a head on it." "Johnny!" she cries. "That's disgusting!" "Nope," answers Johnny, "it's a quarter, but I like your thinking!" |
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Sought After Or Expressed?
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Is love to be sought after or expressed? Love is sought after,maybe not by all.Many only want it expressed,because they are only takers. When you have 2 people seeking love,they both tend to work at it.Meaning they both put their feeling out on the table, and they can express what they feel.Being honest is one huge step when seeking love.Say what you want.If the other person feels different move on.Don't waste time on those who just want frosting with out the cake. I agree |
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good news
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i was at dialysis earlyier today and the doctor came in for his regular routine and he told me that my kg weight has been down which is good, and he went ahead and fax over info to see when they can get me on the donor list. i guess he tried before but my kg weight wasent down enough |
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