You miserable scurvy pig-fucker...If I wake up after having dreamed about this video... and humming that tune...I'll hunt you down and release the badgers on you!
"No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten." Hunter S. Thompson
Ah, I see you have discovered one of my countries greatest artists. How dare you show him to the world and make him go on a world tour and never ever ever come back again. The Dutch will punish you by holding an everlasting party!
A reporter goes to Israel to cover the fighting. She is looking for something emotional and positive and of human interest. Something like that guy in Sarajevo who risked his life to play the cello everyday in the town square.
In Jerusalem, she heard about an old Jew who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out. She goes to the Wailing Wall and there he is!
So she watches him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turns to leave, she approaches him for an interview.
"Rebecca Smith, CNN News. Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?"
"For about 50 years."
"What do you pray for?"
"For peace between the Jews and the Arabs. For all the hatred to stop. For our children to grow up in safety and friendship."
quote:An elderly lady was well-known for her faith and for her boldness in talking about it. She would stand on her front porch and shout, PRAISE THE LORD!
Next door to her lived an atheist who would get so angry at her proclamations he would shout, There ain’t no Lord!!
Hard times set in on the elderly lady, and she prayed for God to send her some assistance. She stood on her porch and shouted, PRAISE THE LORD. GOD I NEED FOOD!! I AM HAVING A HARD TIME. PLEASE LORD, SEND ME SOME GROCERIES!!
The next morning the lady went out on her porch and noted a large bag of groceries and shouted, PRAISE THE LORD.
The neighbor jumped out from behind a bush and said, Aha! I told you there was no Lord. I bought those groceries, God didn’t.
The lady started jumping up and down and clapping her hands and said, PRAISE THE LORD. He not only sent me groceries, but He made the devil pay for them. Praise the Lord!
"No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten." Hunter S. Thompson
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