Enjoy the coffee today.
Month: September 2015
Martin Luther King Quote
“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”
– Martin Luther King
Andy Warhol Quote
Books
Decisions
Yogi Berra Quote
Another Yogi-ism
Rest In Peace Yogi Berra
Life
FACTS? WE DON’ NEED NO STINKIN’ FACTS!
A wonderful post and amusing post.
From yesterday’s New York Times: “Then during the second general election debate, Candy Crowley, then a CNN correspondent drew the ire of Republicans by fact-checking Mitt Romney in real time on live television.”
Republicans all over the country were up in arms as the hour for last night’s Republican Presidential candidates’ debate drew closer.
Said County Republican Chairman Harley Rae Bob Jimmy Joe Flemm of Fetid Hole Hollow Mississippi; “mah daddy tol’ me facts is jes’ thangs that’s gits in da way of da truth.”
He paused to take a sip of Mountain Dew then continued; “it is absoid to boiden dese good folk who are runnin’ fer da mos’ hahest office in the woild wit’ such picayune thangs as dese he-ah so-called facts (he made the air quotes sign.) Dese he-ah so-called facts ain’t nuthin’ but some lib’ral commie talkin’ points dat the Democrat pahty uses ta…
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The Goal In Life Is Not Eliminate The Misery… – Gregory House
This goes back to the day, when I had very few followers.
Tuesday Morning Quote
Balance
Thursday Morning Quote
A Pondering Moment
When you say
something,
you own it.
If you regret(ted)
saying it, you
still own it.
So, you will
feel like an ass,
and wished that
you bit your
tongue.
It’s too late.
The damage is
already done.
Don @ A Pondering Mind
Jimi Hendrix Quote
“I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.”
– Jimi Hendrix
Tuesday Morning Quote
I’ve Never Ever Given This A Thought
I Know The Feeling
Sunday Quote
Went To The Hop
Went to the hop,
and did the hop,
and I hopped, and
hopped, kept right
on hopping, until
I hopped smack face
first into the brick
wall, broke my glasses,
flattened the nose,
lips swollen, scraped
and bruised forehead,
and a broken jaw.
It looks like my days
of doing the hop, is
now history.
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A fictional short story.
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