"Night Night"

[My Erotic Tail]

Night Night man

Suns going down and time for bed
grab some covers and a snack and
here we go...opens My book of tails
wait thats the playboy...this book of tales..
"Ready?...How was your day?"

"Mine?"
I was out in the back pasture mending fences
when I heard a smal crash and looked to see
the horses were getting into my lunch box...
They spilled it and I ran over there and yelled
and they walked off except that new colt...
remember betsy's baby? Yep he got a hold
of my snadwhich baggie with a brownie my
mother had made and took off. Now I never
seen anything as funny as a young colt trying
to open a sandwich bag...In its mouth and
shaking it violently and tossing it down and
sniffing and played with it for an hour...by
the time it was open it wasn't anything
but crumbs...but it had a ball with it...

Ok daily wisdom:
I know I told this story last nov or dec but
it is appropriate for tonight...

There was a mother squirrell that found a
tree hanging over the ocean and figured
this would be a great place for a nest..
theres a breeze and secluded and so she
built a nest on a limb over the water.....
well she went off to get food for the young
she had had and a storm come up and washed
the nest out to sea..with the babies...when she
got back she saw the nest floating away and panic'd
she ran to the waters edge not knowing what to do
but had to do something so she began swatting
the water with her tail and tried to drain the ocean
to save her young. well a fox happen to walk up
and saw the whole thing and ran up the tree and
broke off a limb and swam out and retreived the
nest with the baby squirrels safe. Of course the
mother squirrel thanked the fox and every thing
was back to normal...(sometimes we act in haste,
our intentions are good but our attempt to solve
a problem only makes it worse. sometimes we need
a little time or hind sight to see a better way to go
about something..)

Turns the page...smiles..."humor"

A man who just got a raise decides to
buy a new scope for his rifle.
He goes to a rifle shop, and asks the clerk
to show him a scope. The clerk takes out a
scope, and says to the man,
"This scope is so good, you can see
my house all the way up on that hill".

The man takes a look through the scope,
and starts laughing.
"What's so funny?" asks the clerk.

"I see a naked man and a naked woman
running around in the house",
the man replies.

The clerk grabs the scope from the man,
and looks at his house. Then he hands
two bullets to the man and says,
"Here are two bullets, I'll give you this
scope for nothing if you take these two bullets,
shoot my wife's head off and shoot the guy's
dick off".

The man takes another look through the
scope, and says, "You know what? I think
I can do that with one shot!"

hehehehehehehehehehehehehe
turns the page....

Honesty is the best policy

That honesty is the best policy was
driven home to me a couple of days ago,
when I went to the butcher's shop late in the day.
A wizened old lady wanted to buy a lamb roast,
so he'd pulled one out, weighed it, and told her,
"That'll be $13.45, please."

"Too small, I'm afraid. Do you have a larger one?"

The butcher picked up the roast,
went out to the back room,
waited a while (it was obviously the
last one he had in stock), and came back.
"This one should be better. It's $15.20."

I was just about to explode in protest,
when I saw the old lady give him a sly grin.
"Thank you. That's perfect. I'll take both."

"Oh My"...hehehe...lol...lmao....

Nightly comment: Honor above all things I say...
Sword of truth and sheild of honesty carry always...

Nightly read: You know how I love Literary Art
well here's a surprise...hehehe Word Drop

"Night Night" turns out the light...

 

[someplace]

These are such fun. Thank you for posting them. I may not comment, but I read every one you've sent! Nite-nite!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Tue Night

another day has passed away,
Time for a nightly read...
get some goodies and curl right up,
Pulls my book of tales out and opens it.
"Ready?...How was your day...good I hope?"

"Mine?"
Well Karma, thats the two month old colts name
was prancing around kind of frisky toady I rode out
and watch him, he was chasin butterflys. Now a little
pony shorter than a deer dartin' around after a
zig zaggin butterfly was funny has ...well...lol...
Prancer, the 4 year old stud horse became a gelding
today, I was around the back of the barn gettin a ladder
when I heard prancer whiney loud, I figured the medicine
was wearing off and feeling a bit sore...but when I
walked around the barn there stood 3 coyotes.
reckon they smelled the blood and come from the
creek to see what the smell came from. No harm
they saw me and ran, told ya'll I was an ugly old man
that just proved it...lmao...Probably look like a
monster to those poor coyotes. Any way all is fine
on the ranch the horses came in, got 24 total now and
that means more to ride, feed, brush and care for.

ok this was sent by Deb~
probably a woman thing..but funny...

The Queen of Crab

She calls 'em as she sees 'em.
She yells it like it is.
She's Maxine,
the undisputed queen of crab
and she has something
to say about everything!!!

Maxine on "Driver Safety"
"I can't use the cell phone in the car.
I have to keep my hands free for making gestures."

Maxine on "Life"
"Life is like an oven. It burns my buns."

Maxine on "Housework"
"I do my housework in the nude. It gives me
an incentive to clean the mirrors as quickly as possible."

Maxine on "Lawn Care"
"The key to a nice
looking lawn is a good mower.
I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless."

Maxine on "Body Piercing"
"I'd get my tongue pierced, but I still have
a little bit of brain left in my head."

Maxine on "the Perfect Man"
"All I'm looking for is a guy who'll do what I want,
when I want, for as long as I want, and then go
away. Or wait nearby, like a Dust Buster,
charged up and ready when needed."

Maxine on "Work"
"My performance at work has really
improved over the years. Now I can nail a co
worker with a paper clip shot from
a rubber band at 20 yards."

Maxine on "the Technology Revolution"
"My idea of rebooting is kicking somebody
in the butt twice."

Maxine on "Aging"
"Take every birthday with a grain of salt.
This works much better if the salt
accompanies a large margarita."

Make someone Laugh out Loud.
It will make them Feel Good!

hehehe...turns the page....


Woman: "Is there a problem officer?"

Officer: "Ma'am you were speeding."

Woman: "Oh, I see."

Officer: "Can I see your license please?"

Woman: "I'd give it to you, but I don't have one."

Officer: "Don't have one?"

Woman: "Lost it 4 times for drinking."

Officer: "I see, can I have your vehicle registration papers please?"

Woman: "I can't do that."

Officer: "Why not?"

Woman: "I stole this car and hacked up the owner."

Officer: "You what?"

Woman: "His body parts are in plastic
bags in the trunk if you want to see."

The officer looks at the woman, slowly
backs away from his car, and calls
for back-up. Within 5 minutes five
police cars circle the car. A senior
officer slowly approaches the car,
clasping his half-drawn gun.

Senior Officer: "Ma'am could you step
out of your vehicle please!"

Woman: "Is there a problem officer?"

Senior Officer: "One of my men told me
that you have stolen this car and
murdered the owner."

Woman: "Murdered the owner!"

Senior Officer: "Yes, could you please
open the trunk of your car please."

The woman opens the trunk revealing
nothing but an empty trunk.

Senior Officer: "Is this your car ma'am?"

Woman: "Yes, here are my registration papers."

The first officer is stunned.

Senior Officer: "One of my men claims
that you do not have a driver's license."

The woman digs into her book bag and draws
out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.

The officer looks quite puzzled as
he glances at the license.

Senior Officer: "I'm sorry ma'am. One of my
men claims that you didn't have
a license, stole this car and murdered the owner."

Woman: "Betcha the lyin' bastard
told you I was speeding too!"

hehehehe...lol...Oh my...
turns the page...

A blonde was driving home after
a game and got caught in a really bad
hailstorm. Her car was covered with dents,
so the next day she took it to
a repair shop. The shop owner saw that
she was a blonde, so he decided to
have some fun. He told her just to go
home and blow into the tail pipe really
hard, and all the dents would pop out.
So, the blonde went home, got down
on her hands and knees and started
blowing into her tailpipe. Nothing
happened. So she blew a little harder,
and still nothing happen.
Her roommate, another blonde, came home
and said, "What are you doing? The first blonde
told her how the repairman had instructed
her to blow into the tail pipe in order
to get all the dents to pop out.
The roommate rolled her eyes and said, "Uh,
like hello! You need to roll up the windows first."

hahahahahahaha...snicker....
Ok one more...


A man enters a confessional and says
to the Irish Priest, "Father, it has been one
month since my last confession.
I've had sex with Fannie Green every week
for the last month." The priest tells the
sinner, "You are forgiven. Go out and say
three 'Hail Mary's'." Soon, another man enters the confessional. "Father, it has been two
months since my last confession.
I have had sex with Fannie Green
twice a week for the last two months."
This time the priest asks,
"Who is this Fannie Green?"
"A new woman in the neighbourhood," the
sinner replies.
"Very well," says the priest. "Go and say ten
'Hail Mary's'."
The next morning in church, the priest is
preparing to deliver his sermon when a gorgeous,
tall woman enters the church. All the men's
eyes fall upon her as she slowly sashays up
the aisle and sits down in front of the Altar.
Her dress is green and very short, with
matching shiny emerald green shoes.
The priest and altar boy gasp
as the woman sits down with her legs
slightly spread apart, Sharon Stone-style.
The priest turns to the altar boy and whisperingly
asks, "Is that Fannie Green?"
The altar boy replies, "No Father, I think its just
the reflection off her shoes."

hehehehe hahahaha..oh goodness...lol

Nightly comment: Had the blues today...
Some times being a lone wolf can get lonely
guess that's when we howel at the moon...
But I recall an old saying.... birds can't fly tied
together with four wings...One good thing..
when ya hang around horses all day your not
really considered a jack ass....hehehehehehe

Nightly read: Your Life...a poem by Shi~ This is a poem about life and it made me smile
when life was feeling down..thanks

"Night Night" turns out the light.......

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Hump Night

Yeah I know its early but get to bed...
grab a snack and get ready for the nightly
story...cover up..."comfy?".."Ok".."Ready?"
"How was your day?...Good if your still alive."
Opens the book of tails....dang I always
do that...puts the penthouse up...opens
the other book of tales...here we go...

"Once upon a time..."
Cinderella wants to go to the ball, but her
wicked stepmother won't let her.

As Cinderella sits crying in the garden, her
fairy godmother appears, and promises to provide
Cinderella with everything she needs to go to
the ball, but only on two conditions.

"First, you must wear a diaphragm." Cinderella
agrees. "What's the second condition?" she asks.

"You must be home by 2 a.m., any later, and your
diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin."

Cinderella agrees to be home by 2. The appointed
hour comes and goes, and Cinderella doesn't show
up.

Finally, at 5 a.m., Cinderella shows up, looking
love-struck and *very* satisfied.

"Where have you been?" demands the fairy
godmother. "Your diaphragm was supposed to turn
into a pumpkin three hours ago!"

"I met a prince, Fairy Godmother. He took care
of everything."

"I know of no prince with that kind of power!
What was his name?" asked the Fairy Godmother.

"I can't remember, exactly...Peter Peter,
something or another..."
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bet peters peter got hard..hehehehe
whole new meaning to punkin pie...
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got this from logical thinkers..

1. Egg, fish, table, foundation, bet.
Which is the odd one out?

2. What can explode slowly,
with no smoke or flame?

3. They can be made, laid down,
bent and broken, although it's difficult
to touch them. What are they?

4. How many times can you subtract 3 from 39?

5. Which English word do
Australians always pronounce incorrectly?

6. How can I not sleep for 10 days and not be tired?

7. What do you break by saying its name?

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1. You can't lay a fish
2. Population
3. Rules
4. Once. After that you are subtracting 3 from 36 and so on.
5. Incorrectly.
6. By sleeping at night.
7. Silence.

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CURIOUS to know...
at the bottom you know I put a link to the thread
and or you can PM me with an answer....Im curious now

Give this a try....

Try this fun test. It is not at all what it seems. One can fall either in the 98% or the 2%. There is no right or wrong.

Fun Test...This is kind of spooky!

If you do not believe this, pass it around and you'll see. Be sure to put in the subject line if you are among the 98% or the 2% and send to everyone, including the person that sent it to you. Amazing test.... just follow the instructions as quickly as possible. Do not go to the next calculation before you have finished the previous one. You do not need to write or remember the answers, just do it using your mind. You'll be surprised.

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If this is not the case, you are among 2% of people who have a "different" if not "abnormal" mind. 98% of the folks would answer a "red hammer" while doing this exercise.

If you do not believe this, pass it around and you'll see. Be sure to put in the subject line if you are among the 98% or the 2% and send to everyone, including the person that sent it to you.


Those who chose a lime colored Bulldozer seek help immediately.
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ok a joke.....
A farmer ordered a high-tech milking machine. Since the equipment arrived when his wife was out of town, he decided to test it on himself first. So, he inserted his "manhood" into the equipment, turned the switch on and everything else was automatic.

Soon, he realized that the equipment provided him with much more pleasure than his wife did. When the fun was over, though, he quickly realized that he couldn't remove the instrument from his penis. He read the manual but didn't find any useful information. He tried every button on the instrument, but still without success. Finally, the farmer decided to call the supplier's Customer Service Hot Line.

"Hello, I just bought a milking machine from your company. It works fantastic, but how do I remove it from the cow's udder?"

"Don't worry," replied the customer service rep, "The machine will release automatically once it's collected two gallons."
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hehehehehehe...lmao...."Oh My"

Nightly comment: Don;t stick your sex organs in a
milk machine....no just kidding...

I was reminded today how life goes thru cycles..
young grows old then has young...Sun turns to moon
then back to sun...good days slide into bad then slide into
good again...the ying and yang in every thing on this
planet...name anything and there is an equal opposite
men and women...the two main elements we deal
with every day...emotions and the flexiblitity of
feelings...one thing for sure about it is we can always
continue to learn...so read as much as possible and
exercise the membrane...

Nightly read: Lord of the Rings: Aragorn by CrimsonMaiden The lord of the rings chain stories has been great and this one is a shining star in the collection...thanks Cm

"Night Night" Turns out the light....
wait turns it back on so you can read....hehehe

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Thru The Night~

Yep its bed time again lets go...hehehe
get a snack and a drink and settle in...
for a movie?....no a story...*sigh*
ok...sits down and opens my book of tales...
"Ready?" "How was your day?"

"Once upon a time...hehehehe
Seems a guy was driving for hours thru
desolate country when he passed a
farmhouse, and before he could react,
a cat ran out in front of him and
*splat!*... he flattened the cat.

Out of kindness and consideration,
he stopped, turned around and drove back
to the farmhouse to notify the occupants.

When the housewife came to the
door, said he, "Pardon memadame, but I just
ran over a cat in front of your house,
and assumed that it must belong to
you. I know this might be hard to hear,
but I wanted to let you know instead
of just driving off...."

"Not so fast", says she.
"How do you know it was our cat?
Could you describe him? What does he look like?"

The man promptly flopped down on
the ground, and said...
"He looks like this"as he gave
his best shot at a dead cat impression.

"Oh no, you *horrible* man", she replied.
"I meant, what did he look like *before* you hit him?"

The man got up, covered his eyes
with both hands and screamed
"Agggghhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!"
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Lmao...I can only imagine...
turns the page...next...


The Rookie Cop...

A rookie police officer was out for his
first ride in a cruiser with an
experienced partner. A call came in
telling them to disperse some people who
were loitering.

The officers drove to the street
and observed a small crowd standing on a
corner.

The rookie rolled down his window
and said, "Let's get off the corner people."
A few glances, but no one moved, so he barked again...
"I SAID, let's get off that corner... NOW!"

Intimidated, the group of people
began to leave, casting puzzled stares in
his direction.

Proud of his first official act, the
young policeman turned to his partner
and asked, "Well, how did I do?"

Pretty good," chuckled the vet,
"especially since this is a bus stop!"
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hehehehehe...turns the page....


A lady is throwing a party for her
granddaughter, and had gone all out... a
caterer, band, and a hired clown.
Just before the party started, two bums
showed up looking for a handout.
Feeling sorry for the bums, the woman told
them that she would give them a
meal if they will help chop some wood for her.
Gratefully, they headed to the rear of the house.

The guests arrived, and all was going
well with the children having a
wonderful time. But the clown hadn't
shown up. After a half an hour, the
clown finally called to report that he
was stuck in traffic, and would
probably not make the party at all.

The woman was very disappointed
and unsuccessfully tried to entertain the
children herself. She happened to look
out the window and saw one of the
bums doing cartwheels across the lawn.
She watched in awe as he swung from
tree branches, did midair flips, and leaped high in the air.
She spoke to the other bum and said,
"What your friend is doing is
absolutely marvelous. I have never
seen such a thing. Do you think your
friend would consider repeating this
performance for the children at the
party? I would pay him $50!"

The other bum says, "Well, I dunno.
Let me ask him -
HEY WILLIE! FOR $50, WOULD
YOU CHOP OFF ANOTHER TOE?"
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lmao..."Oh My"...hehehehehehe

A man joins a big corporate empire as a trainee.
On his very first day of work, he dials
the pantry and shouts into the phone
- "Get me a coffee, quickly!"

The voice from the other side responded,
"You fool you've dialed the wrong
extension! Do you know who you're talking to, dumbo?"

"No," replied the trainee.
"It's the CEO of the company, you fool!"

The trainee shouts back, "And do YOU
know who YOU are talking to, you
fool?!"
"No." replied the CEO indignantly.

"Good!" replied the trainee, and puts down the phone.
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turns the page....smiling...

Reasons not to mess with a child


A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible
for a whale to swallow a human because even
though it was a very large mammal its
throat was very small. The little
girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a
whale. Irritated, the teacher
reiterated that a whale could
not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, "When I get to heaven
I will ask Jonah".
The teacher asked, " What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied,
"Then you ask him".

A Kindergarten teacher was observing
her classroom of children while they
were drawing. She would occasionally
walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was
working diligently, she asked what
the drawing was. The girl replied,
"I'm drawing God." The teacher paused
and said, "But no one knows what
God looks like." Without missing a beat,
or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied,
"They will in a minute."

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five
and six year olds.
After explaining the commandment to
"honour" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked,
"Is there a commandment that teaches us
how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy
(the oldest of a family) answered,
"Thou shall not kill."

One day a little girl was sitting and
watching her mother do the dishes
at the kitchen sink. She suddenly
noticed that her mother had several
strands of white hair sticking out in
contrast on her brunette head. She
looked at her mother and inquisitively asked,
"Why are some of your hairs
white, Mom?" Her mother replied,
"Well, every time that you do something
wrong and make me cry or unhappy,
one of my hairs turns white." The little
girl thought about this revelation for a while
and then said, "Momma, how
come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"
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Nightly comment: Do unto others as you would have
them do unto you...I like this saying....lol
well this works great till you get to sex...
you figure it out...hehehehe

Nightly read: A poem by minsue...Ode to Colly I feel the same way when I read a story
that is great...well just read its short and sweet...

"Night Night"...turns out the light...

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Friday Night Night

TGIF, Ok, time for bed, grab a snack
and curl on up, its time for the night
stuff, little giggle and a lot of grins.
"Ready?" How are you?

Me?
well I always try to learn something
new everday and today it was easy
I was strolling along in Lit-ville and
come across a thread that is filled
with enlightenment and humor...
yep I love that stuff too, I seen a
couple of ya there but for the rest
of ya...heres the link...
Native American Culture (or lack thereof )
Check it out and enjoy this little
lady's tales...

ok to the humor, Deb sent me
some more goodies so here we go...

A guy met this girl in a bar and asked,
"May I buy you a drink?"
"Okay, but it won't do you any good."
A little later, he asks, "May I buy you another drink?"
"Okay, but it won't do you any good."
He invites her up to his apartment and she replies,
"Okay, but it won't do you any good."
They get to his apartment and he
says, "You are the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen. I want you for my wife."
She says, "Oh, that's different. Send her in."
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hehehehehehehe turns the page....

So, if jokes are sips from the
Dribble Glass of Life, what is trivia
then, you ask? Listen, asking questions
has gotten you into trouble
your whole life. Don't you think it's
about time you stopped asking
questions and started grazing on
some fiber-filled and utterly
useless factoids? And away we go…

* The average lifespan of a $50 bill is five years.

* Cows have a total of 32 teeth.

* Tornadoes happen more often in the United States than anywhere else in the world.

* Shaquille O'Neal wears size 22 shoes.

* There is no record that Jesus either laughed or smiled.

* A female ninja is called a "kunoichi."

* The jewelry industry uses about
1,000 tons of gold per year and
dentistry uses 87 tons.

* The first college on record to use the word
"campus" to describe
its grounds was Princeton.
"Campus" is Latin for "field."

* In the early days of motion pictures,
"movies" were the people who worked on films.

* The longest alphabet is Cambodian. It has 74 letters.

* In Calama, a town in the Atacama Desert of Chile,
it has never rained.
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learn something new every day...hehehehehe
turns the page...

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A WOMAN

After 17 years of marriage, a man dumped his wife for his young
secretary. His new girlfriend demanded that she wanted to live in the couple's multimillion dollar home, and since the man's lawyers were a little better, he prevailed. He gave his now ex-wife just 3 days to move out.

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates
and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and unscrewed the ends of the curtain rods and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of all the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss
for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning & mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters and
they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing
worked. People stopped coming over to visit... repairmen refused to work in the house...the maid quit... Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move. A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.

Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He
told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back... Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth... But only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as
they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...

...including all the curtain rods.

I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING !!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lmao...now I hear the wheels a spinning...hehehe

Nightly comment: Some of you know but for those
who don't or those who haven't been there in awhile
heres a link to my humorous poems...smiles....
Chasin Chickens I got a couple new cute ones..heheeh

Nightly read: Leaded Love by Joseki ko
now there hasn't been to many new ones out of
those I know so be sure to alert me if you
want me to place your story here...I enjoy reading
as much as writing and encourage a read a day...
its stimulating most of the time...

"Night Night" ...turns out the light.....

 

[cloudy]

I always love your "night-night" stories. If you see any that I've posted over in my thread, feel free to copy them for here. Not a problem at all.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Thanks cloudy~

I'm honored, thanks

I had no Idea you read the thread...
hope you enjoy it...

"Night Night"

and thanks for the wisdom today...

one of cloudy's tales....sample
(from Native American Culture (or the lackthereof) thread)

for Art, one more story for tonight
How the People got fire

For many moons we did not have fire. People on the other side of the earth, they had fire; and the four-leggeds knew it. They held a council to determine how to obtain the fire. The first one to volunteer to go and bring back the fire was the great buzzard. He flew halfway across the earth, swooped down into the other's camp and, with a mighty claw, grabbed up a handful of the fire. As he was flying away, he hid it in the feathers on the back of his head. The fire was too hot and burned his feathers off. That's why, when you see the buzzard today, you'll see he has no feathers there. That's why he's bald. So the buzzard returned to camp.

Now the possum decided it was his turn to try. He would go and bring back the fire for his people. "I can sneak into camp," he thought. "I can get the fire." So he traveled halfway across the earth, waited till nightfall, sneaked into the camp, grabbed some of the fire and hid it in his tail. Before he could leave, the fire burned off all the fur on his tail. That's why the possum has no fur on his tail now. He used to have such a beautiful furry tail! He went back to camp, and they all thought that it was lost. They could not do this. They could not get the fire. But all the while, the small grandmother spider kept saying, "I can do this. I know I can!" Everyone laughed at her, but still the small spider kept insisting that she could do it! Still she wanted her chance to try! So they all agreed to let her try. First, she dug up some clay and made a pot, then began spinning her web. Halfway around the world she traveled, spinning her web and carrying her pot, all the way to the other's camp. She waited till night and sneaked into their camp. She took a bit of their fire, put it into the clay pot, then carried it back to their side of the earth to share with her people. That's how we got fire, and that's also the beginning of how the Cherokee people learned pottery making.

 

[Joseki Ko]

Hey Art

Thanks for the mention in your night night, and congrats on taking a category in the monthly contest. Especially a poetry category!

 

[bamagirl]

Congradulations sweetheart I knew you could do it!!

its a well deserved win

someone sent me this and I thought ya'll might get a chuckle.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Sat on Night Night~

Its that time again. your friendly neighborhood
story teller, so grab a bag of pop corn or
a bag of snackables and curl up ready to
be bored with my humor and attempt at wit.
"Ready? How are you?"

Me?
well first off I had a good day...
I got nominated in the monthly
contest in the catagorie of....
poetry with Audio, as some of you know
Deb~ Bamagirl graciously across the miles
read the poem "Goose on the loose" and
she has equal if not more to be praised
for this as I believe it was her southern
charm that made this poem what it is....
heck even YDD, liked her voice...hehehe

Poetry Catagory Winners
Erotic Poetry - Caramel Suite / Angeline
Illustrated Poetry - Hollow / neonurotic
Non-Erotic Poetry - Grown / tarablackwood22
Poetry With Audio -
Goose on the Loose / My Erotic Tail

also Congradulations to
Angeline
neonurotic
tarablackwood22

And a congrates to ...
LadyShianne...for chain stories catagory
Mirror Mirror Ch 02 ...marvelous...grin

and congradulations...
to Elizabetht..
Sci-Fi & Fantasy - Earth Day with the Gods / Elizabetht

and..thats not all...no sir...or ma'am...lol
check out this e-mail I got

The International Library of Poetry is pleased to
inform you that you have been nominated for
inclusion in ...
The International Who's Who in Poetry

The International Who's Who in Poetry
will feature two full pages dedicated
exclusively to Arthur Campbell!

Arthur, let me make one thing clear ... you
were selected for inclusion in this project
based on your unique talent
and previous poetic accomplishments.
We believe you to be one of the
most interesting poets we have
encountered, so we have set aside two
entire pages that will be devoted
exclusively to you and your poetry in
this special edition.

well don't that make ya wanta dance...
quote from: jerry jeff walker.......

Ok Ok enough tootin my horn...
on with the good stuff....

The most destructive habit..............Worry
The greatest J................................Giving
The greatest loss...................Loss of self-respect

The most satisfying work................Helping others
The ugliest personality trait..............Selfishness
The most endangered species.....Dedicated leaders

Our greatest natural resource...........Our youth
The greatest "shot in the arm"........Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome...........Fear

The most effective sleeping pill........Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease.........Excuses
The most powerful force in life..............Love

The most dangerous pariah.................A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer......The brain
The worst thing to be without................Hope

The deadliest weapon.......................The tongue
The two most power-filled words........"I Can"
The greatest asset................................Faith

The most worthless emotion....................Self-pity
The most beautiful attire.........................SMILE!
The most prized possession.................Integrity
The most contagious spirit................Enthusiasm

ok now for the humor...hehehehehehe

A man takes his wife to the stock show. They start heading down the alley that had the bulls. They come up to the first bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 50 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "He mated 50 times in a year, you could learn from him." They proceed to the next bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 65 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "This one mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a month. You can learn from this one, also." They proceeded to the last bull and his sign said: "This bull mated 365 times last year." The wife's mouth drops open and says, "WOW! He mated 365 times last year. That is ONCE A DAY!!! You could really learn from this one." The man turns to his wife and says, "Go up and inquire if it was 365 times with the same cow."

oh my....mmmmm...hehehehe

Ask any man what a woman's ultimate fantasy is and they will tell you, to have two men at once. According to a recent social logical study this is true, however most men do not realize that in this fantasy, one man is cooking, and the other is cleaning.

hell I got them beat I made chicken spagetti
and cleaned and worked today...hehehehehe
lol turns the page...

Two aliens landed in the West Texas desert near an abandoned gas station. They approached one of the gas pumps, and one of the aliens addressed it, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader." The gas pump, of course, didn't respond. The alien repeated the greeting. There was no response. The alien, annoyed by what he perceived to be the gas pump's haughty attitude, drew his ray gun, and said impatiently, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. How dare you ignore us in this way! Take us to your leader, or I'll fire!" The other alien shouted to his comrade "No, you don't want to make him mad!" But before he finished his warning, the first alien fired. There was a huge explosion that blew both of them 200 meters into the desert, where t hey landed in a heap. When they finally regained consciousness, the one who fired turned to the other one and said, "What a ferocious creature. It damn near killed us! How did you know it was so dangerous?" The other alien answered, "If there's one thing I've learned during my travels through the galaxy...any guy who can wrap his dick around himself twice and then stick it in his own ear, is someone you shouldn't mess with!"

lmao...on my..hehehehe
I was always amazed at how aliens know were
earthings..is there a sign in space saying earth this way


Nightly comment: Ok its memorial day weekend
first becareful..second enjoy yourselves...and...
third don't forget to in some way pay tribute to
the soldiers who are doing there job right or wrong
and for those who gave they're lives so that we can
be free and have computers and books and the things
that alot of countries don't from oppression...
happy memorial day weekend to you all
p.s. if you have any poems stories or sites
dedicated to the soldiers for memorial day
you may and please post at my thread that is
dedicated to the soldiers while they are still
in the midst of a war..at Eagle's Cry

Nightly read: Ok this would be a favor to me if you
all would help this story with comments and votes
I always ask if someone has a story they want posted
and this one needs your attention...thank you...art
Damps tale
I am told it has one handful of votes and 1 comment.
and as always if you have a story you want me
to post please let me know we can all help each other.

"Night Night" turns out the lights...

 

[cloudy]

Congratulations, darlin', all the way around!

 

[My Erotic Tail]

nite nite tale

Since I have permission I'll post this great
night night story from Native American Culture
(or lack thereof)..great story cloudy....

One last story for today....

How the world was made

The earth is a great island floating in a sea of water, and suspended at each of the four cardinal points by a cord hanging down from the sky vault, which is of solid rock. When the world grows old and worn out, the people will die and the cords will break and let the earth sink down into the ocean, and all will be water again. The Indians are afraid of this.

When all was water, the animals were above in Galun'lati, beyond the arch; but it was very much crowded, and they were wanting more room. They wondered what was below the water, and at last Dayuni'si,"Beaver's Grandchild," the little Water-beetle, offered to go and see if it could learn. It darted in every direction over the surface of the water, but could find no firm place to rest. Then it dived to the bottom and came up with some soft mud, which began to grow and spread on every side until it became the island which we call the earth. It was afterward fastened to the sky with four cords, but no one remembers who did this.

At first the earth was flat and very soft and wet. The animals were anxious to get down, and sent out different birds to see if it was yet dry, but they found no place to alight and came back again to Galun'lati. At last it seemed to be time, and they sent out the Buzzard and told him to go and make ready for them.

This was the Great Buzzard, the father of all buzzards we see now. He flew all over the earth, low down near the ground, and it was still soft. When he reached the Cherokee country, he was very tired, and his wings began to flap and strike the ground, and wherever they struck the earth there was a valley, and where they turned up again there was a mountain. When the animals above saw this, they were afraid that the whole world would be mountains, so they called him back, but the Cherokee country remains full of mountains to this day.

When the earth was dry and the animals came down, it was still dark, so they got the sun and set it in a track to go every day across the island from east to west, just overhead. It was too hot this way, and Tsiska'gili, the Red Crawfish, had his shell scorched a bright red, so that his meat was spoiled; and the Cherokee do not eat it. The conjurers put the sun another hand-breadth higher in the air, but it was still too hot. They raised it another time, and another, until it was seven handbreadths high and just under the sky arch. Then it was right, and they left it so. This is why the conjurers call the highest place Gulkwa'gine Di'galun'latiyun, "the seventh height," because it is seven hand-breadths above the earth. Every day the sun goes along under this arch and returns at night on the upper side to the starting place.

There is another world under this, and it is like ours in everything - animals, plants, and people - save that the seasons are different. The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by which we enter it, but to do this one must fast and go to water and have one of the underground people for a guide. We know that the seasons in the underworld are different from ours, because the water in the springs is always warmer in winter and cooler in summer that the outer air.

When the animals and plants were first made - we do not know by whom - they were told to watch and keep awake for seven nights, just as young men now fast and keep awake when they pray to their medicine. They tried to do this, and nearly all were awake through the first night, but the next night several dropped off to sleep, and the third night others were asleep, and then others, until, on the seventh nigh, of all the animals only the owl, the panther, and one or two more were still awake. To these were given the power to see and to go about in the dark, and to make prey of the birds and animals which must sleep at night. Of the trees only the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the holly, and the laurel were awake to the end, and to them it was given to be always green and to be greatest for medicine, but to the others it was said: "Because you have not endured to the end you shall lose your hair every winter."

Men came after the animals and plants. At first there were only a brother and sister until he struck her with a fish and told her to multiply, and so it was. In seven days a child was born to her, and thereafter every seven days another, and they increased very fast until there was danger that the world could not keep them. Then it was made that a woman should have only one child in a year, and it has been so ever since.

 

[cloudy]

Thank you, Art, for posting these here. So many don't get to hear/read the old stories, so don't realize how wonderful they are.

I'm in your debt.

 

[bamagirl]

Thank You Sweetheart

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Sunday Night Night

Aw the long weekend thing...most of you
will be staying up a bit later but for now
get your butt to bed, grab a snack and
curl up for a bed time tale..."Ready?"
"How was your day?"....

I was told of an incident and I will keep
there name a secret to protect the innocent
hehehe yeah right...a snake was found running
loose in a nursing home and the nurses went
running around screaming they're heads off
probably almost gave that poor snake a
heart attack...said it was a foot long by a
nurses station, now a one foot long snake
looks up and sees four or five over 5' people
out numbered out weighed and deffinetly
a huge size difference, and they run a muck
in panic? Got some orderly and a security
guard to catch the poor thing and then call
animal control...dang, you know if I was a
terrorist I'd go to IRAQ and set loose a couple
of these guys and create kaos hehehe, secret
weapon operation serpent power, when those
IRAQIANS were held up in that town and we couldn't
get into the city with out total destruction we should
have flown over and dropped about 100 of these
little bad ass harmless snakes and they would of
run out of the city and we could have walked right
in and picked them up....hhehehehehe

anyway...its memorial day weekend and our thoughts
should be on our soldiers, I have had a thread in their
honor for sometime now... Eagle's Cry
There has been soldiers informed through e-mails of
the thread dedicated to them, they don't get much
computer time from IRAQ, but they know we support
them, they have replied they had some trouble getting
it to open but this weekend if we all wish to say our
support to them now would be the time to do it, I
know memorial day is traditional in rememberance of
the past wars and soldiers but we have soldiers over
there now that need our support right or wrong as
far as the war itself. I am sure that most of the free
time they get will be spent getting in touch with family
but for the ones that play around and do come to
lit we show our support.

now a story....
by cloudy...from
Native American Culture (or lack thereof)

The turtle's escape from the wolves

The Possum and the Turtle went out together to hunt persimmons, and found a tree full of ripe fruit. The Possum climbed it and was throwing down the persimmons to the Turtle when a wolf came up and began to snap at the persimmons as they fell, before the Turtle could reach them.

The Possum waited his chance, and at last managed to throw down a large one (some say a bone which he carried with him), so that it lodged in the wolf's throat as he jumped up at it and choked him to death.

"I'll take his ears for hominy spoons," said the Turtle, and cut off the wolf's ears and started home with them, leaving the Possum still eating persimmons up in the tree.

After a while he came to a house and was invited to have some kanahe'na gruel from the jar that is set always outside the door. He sat down beside the jar and dipped up the gruel with one of the wolf's ears for a spoon. The people noticed and wondered. When he was satisfied he went on, but soon came to another house and was asked to have some more kanahe'na. He dipped it up again with the wolf's ear and went on when he had enough.

Soon the news went around that the Turtle had killed the Wolf and was using his ears for spoons. All the Wolves got together and followed the Turtle's trail until they came up with him and made him prisoner. Then they held a council to decide what to do with him, and agreed to boil him in a clay pot.

They brought in a pot, but the Turtle only laughed at it and said that if they put him into that thing he would kick it all to pieces.

They said they would burn him in the fire, but the Turtle laughed again and said he would put it out.

Then they decided to throw him into the deepest hole in the river and drown him. The Turtle begged and prayed them not to do that, but they paid no attention, and dragged him over to the river and threw him in.

That was just what the Turtle had been waiting for all the time, and he dived under the water and came up on the other side and got away.

Some say that when he was thrown into the river he struck against a rock, which broke his back in a dozen places. He sang a medicine song:

Gú'daye'wú, Gú'daye'wú,
I have sewed myself together,
I have sewed myself together,

and the pieces came together, but the scars remain on his shell to this day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
now I think these turtles are pretty smart out smarting
wolves and rabbits...or was it the turtle and the hair..lol

ok humor...hehehehe

A firefighter is working on the engine
outside the station when he notices a
little girl next door in a little red wagon
with little ladders hung off the
sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl is wearing a firefighter's helmet.
The wagon is being pulled by
her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walks over to take a closer look.
"That sure is a nice fire
truck", the firefighter says with admiration.

"Thanks", the girl says.

The firefighter takes a closer look and notices
the girl has tied her wagon
to the dog's collar and the cat's testicles.

"Little Partner", the firefighter says,
"I don't want to tell you how to run
your rig, but if you were to tie that rope
around the cat's collar, I think
you could go faster."

The little girl replies thoughtfully,
"You're probably right, but then I
wouldn't have a siren.

hehehehehehehehehahahahahaha
lmao...ok ok turns the page..hehehe

Quotes About Sex
The following are our favorite quips,
wisecracks and insights about
everyone's favorite subject.

"A really hard laugh is like sex—
one of the ultimate diversions of
existence." (Jerry Seinfeld)

"If sex isn't a joke, what is?" (Nella Larsen)

"I'm a terrible lover. I've actually
given a woman an anti-climax." (Scott Roeben)

"Anyone who says that gratuitous
sex is no substitute for gratuitous
violence obviously hasn't had
enough gratuitous sex." (Geoff Spear)

"I love sex. It's free and doesn't require special shoes." (Anonymous)

"Sexual intercourse is kicking death
in the ass while singing." (Charles Bukowski)

"Despite a lifetime of service to the
cause of sexual liberation, I have
never caught venereal disease,
which makes me feel rather like an Arctic
explorer who has never had frostbite."
(Germaine Greer)

"I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it."
(Anonymous)

"For me, love is very deep,
but sex only has to go a few inches." (Stacy Nelkin)

"Housework is like bad sex.
Every time I do it I swear I will never do it
again. Until the next time company comes." (Marilyn Sokol)

"During sex I fantasize that I'm someone else."
(Richard Lewis)

"There is nothing safe about sex.
There never will be." (Norman Mailer)

"The only difference between
friends and lovers is about four minutes."
(Scott Roeben)

"It's hard to be funny when you have to be clean."
(Mae West)

"There's nothing inherently dirty about sex,
but if you try real hard and
use your imagination you can overcome that."
(Lewis Grizzard)

"Nothing makes you forget about love like sex."
(Staci Beasley)

"I read so many bad things about
sex that I had to give up reading."
(Anonymous)

"Sex and golf are the two things
you can enjoy even if you're not good at
them." (Kevin Costner, Tin Cup)

"I'm a great lover, I'll bet." (Emo Philips)

"I like my sex the way I play basketball,
one on one with as little
dribbling as possible." (Leslie Nielsen)

"I have no luck with women.
I once went on a date and asked the woman if
she'd brought any protection.
She pulled a switchblade on me." (Scott Roeben)

"Science is a lot like sex.
Sometimes something useful comes of it, but
that's not the reason we're doing it." (Richard Feynman)

"Sex is identical to comedy in that
it involves timing." (Phyllis Diller)

"If sex doesn't scare the cat, you're not doing it right." (Anonymous)

"Sex always has consequences.
When Hitler's mother spread her legs that
night, she effectively canceled out
the spreading of fifteen to twenty
million other pairs of legs." (George Carlin)

"I've tried several varieties of sex.
The conventional position makes me
claustrophobic and the others give
me a stiff neck or lockjaw." (Tallulah Bankhead)

Love is chemistry...
with the right mixture you can have great love,
Sex is pyshics...
at the right force you can jam anything together..
(aRT)..HEHEHE I heard that somewhere...?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TRADITION

Barbara Walters of 60 Minutes (USA)
did a story on gender roles in Kabul
several years before the Afghan conflict.
She noted that women customarily
walked about 5 paces behind their husbands.

She returned to Kabul recently
and observed that women still walk behind
their husbands, but now seem to
walk even further back and are happy with
the old custom.

Ms. Walters approached one of
the Afghani women and asked,
"Why do you now seem happy with the
old custom that you used to try and change?"

"Land mines," said the woman
/``````/```````/```````///////
ha ha ha ...ok....

Nightly comment: Love thy Neighbor...
no that doesn't mean run next door and have sex
hehehehe well ok..but anyway...I have been reading
and posting more than I should I got stories and a
book to finish and I have found more so the conflicts
that have arised from the differences of opinions.
I use the saying have compassion for ignorance
the trolls and hard heads we deal with are in a
learning process and it may take many lifes of
reincarnation before they grow out of they're
present state of mental bliss, I read some poetry
that was a reminder of a niece who wrote suicidal
poems when she was young and grew out of it but
untill they reach enlightenment they are in a state
of transformation and setting them over the edge
doesn't take much..so why tell you? well I hope to
spread a mentality that will allow you to have more
patience and understanding of why people are
the way they are. We will never know, but why
antagonize it, regroup and kill them with kindness
have you ever had your mother or father go the
extra mile of patience with you to help you see the
right way of doing things like those confussing
teenage years...well its the same, their minds need
guidence not brow beating...so as a new army of
people after a good pep talk lets go out there and
kick some ass....no wait I mean have pateince and
guide them to their senses...then kick their ass
for being so "stupid"...I hate that word..unknowing..lol

Nightly read: Ok I won't claim this as my best work
but I spent a lot of time on it and I will share with
you a bit of wisdom....Dragon of Wisdom
a poem by me...for my wisdom of the day....

and for the humorous short poem I was recently
called traler park trash
no I don't live in a trailer park or pull it behind a
4 x 4..its just a poem that spun off of one of those
earlier mentioned types...please read, vote comment
good or bad but most of all........enjoy

"Night Night"...turns out the light.......

 

[bamagirl]

lol In my own defense SNAKES don't belong in a nursing home!!!

little or big lol

I disagree on us scaring that snake more.HE scared the hell out of us

I hafta say it was one exciting night

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Night Night Memorial Day~

The holiday comes to a close...and yep..ready
for bed time, grab ya a snack and get ready for
a tale, humor and wit, or is that wet...no thats
the shower...hehehe..or is it? any way "Ready?'
How was your day?....."Mine?'

Oh my, speaking of wet,...hehehe You know how us
guys love to ride a female, ooops perhaps thats
to much info, lol...well she was nibbling on my leg
and bit the crap out of my leg...guess she didn't
want to be ridin' well maybe she's a virgin...
never thought of that what do you call a horse
ridin for the first time, hehehehehehehe broken?
Well I got horse bit, wasp stung, spider bit, and
still got to go to moms for BBQ, Memorial Day
cook out...

So speaking of Memorial Day...

Ok before I get into the serious stuff and loose about
half of ya reading this...hehehe
A new statue was erected today and we will be
getting to that but here's a joke concerning
statues to help us understand how statues think..lol

For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven.

"You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "That I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want." And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life.

The two approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches. Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces.

"You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking at them.

Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll crap on it's head."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lmao...hehehe..ha ha ha ...ohmy...grin
Ok....now for a bit of membrane soaking up
knowledge

I AM YOUR FLAG
Written by Boyd Fallwell, July 4, 1995


Behold the Stars and Stripes of the United States of America! I am
your Flag, not just a colorful piece of cloth! I am a symbol of all this Nation stands for, and not just a piece of cloth to be burned by people with contempt in their hearts, as I am a symbol that represents no contempt at all. I flew proudly above the federal building in Oklahoma City on April 19th. Because of hate and contempt, I am the reason the building was bombed. I was pulled from the rubble tattered and torn and raised again over the
ruins. I am still flying proudly in Oklahoma City and the rest of the Country. I am not just a piece of cloth to be desecrated and tarnished by those who say they are right and America is wrong, and who claim God is dead. I am your banner that your young people are taught to honor, respect and preserve. My beautifully colored folds are not just a piece of cloth to be ridiculed and burned at demonstrations or blown up over federal buildings.
I hold more hope for this world than any other national banner.
I am the Star Spangled Banner, conceived in 1776 out of love America bore for liberty and honor. I am the memorial to countless heroes who shed their blood to preserve this sacred heritage. I have inspired generations of gallant men who fought against tyranny. I am the spirit of Valley Forge, of sacrifice, of courage. I have guarded every rampart and defended the glorious cause of freedom at Tripoli, Belleau Woods, Argonne Forest, Omaha Beach, Anzio, Bastogne, Guadalcanal, Coral Sea, Layte Gulf, Iwo Jima, Korea, Vietnam, Beirut, Grenada, Panama, Kuwait. I fly wherever Americans gave their lives to preserve the sanctity of life. My home is in the hearts of all who feel a thrill of pride when they salute me, and what I symbolize, God, Country, Freedom,Valor. When you pay tribute to me, I know you are remembering over 42 million combat veterans and over one million who have died on battlefields or were lost at sea, preserving these Stars and Stripes. In reality you are saluting them. My colors always shine brightly. I acquire my brilliance from the American Veterans who fought and died to preserve freedom, so that we might be one Nation under God, that will long endure.
Just a piece of cloth? I think not! I am the Flag of the United
States of America, your Star Spangled Banner.
God Bless America.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
what can I say..Bows Humble....

wow of all the things I read about memorial day
to enlighten me as well as any who care to read this
I found this touching....

THE STORY BEHIND "TAPS"


It all began in 1862 during the Civil War,
when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was
actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly, he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say thy could give him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical noted he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of his dead son's uniform.
his was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now
know as "Taps" that is used at all military funerals.

**********************************
In case you are interested,
these are the words to "TAPS":


Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the lakes,
From the hills,
From the sky.
All is well.
Safely rest.
God is nigh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nightly comment: WHAT IS A VETERAN ?
Some veterans bear visible signs of
their service: a missing limb, a jagged
scar, a certain look in the eye.


Others may carry the evidence inside them:
a pin holding a bone together, a
piece of shrapnel in the leg - or
perhaps another sort of inner steel:
the soul's ally forged in the refinery
of adversity.


Except in parades, however, the men and women
who have kept America safe
wear no badge or emblem.


You can't tell a vet just by looking.


What is a vet?


He is the cop on the beat who spent
six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two
gallons a day making sure the
armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.


He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber
than five wooden planks, whose overgrown
frat-boy behavior is outweighed a
hundred times in the cosmic scales by four
hours of exquisite bravery near
the 38th parallel.


She - or he - is the nurse who fought
against futility and went to sleep
sobbing every night for two solid years in Da
Nang.


He is the POW who went away
one person and came back another -
or didn't come back AT ALL.


He is the Quantico drill instructor who
has never seen combat -but has saved
countless lives by turning slouchy,
no-account rednecks and gang members
into Marines, and teaching them to
watch each other's backs.


He is the parade - riding Legionnaire
who pins on his ribbons and medals
with a prosthetic hand.


He is the career quartermaster who
watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.


He is the three anonymous heroes in
The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence
at the Arlington National
Cemetery must forever preserve the memory
of all the anonymous heroes whose
valor dies unrecognized with them
on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.


He is the old guy bagging groceries
at the supermarket - palsied now and
aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate
a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day
long that his wife were still alive
to hold him when the nightmares come.


He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary
human being - a person who
offered some of his life's most vital years in
the service of his country, and who sacrificed
his ambitions so others would
not have to sacrificen theirs.


He is a soldier and a savior and a sword
against the darkness, and he is
nothing more than the finest, greatest
testimony on behalf of the finest,
greatest nation ever known.


So remember, each time you see someone
who has served our country, just lean
over and say, "Thank you."
That's all most people need, and in
most cases it will mean more than any
medals they could have been awarded or
were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot: THANK YOU.

Nightly read: Where Eagles Dare
By Art...
This story hasn't gotten but a couple votes,
one comment and few reads, not sure why probably
cause its a non erotic story of a soldiers encounter
with a battle and life...read and tell me what you think.

Hope everyone had a great and safe
Memorial Day weekend. ..and of course take
a moment to contenplate what it takes to be a
soldier away from their loved ones fighting for
their lives, so that we can be Americans...
those who have served...I THANK YOU,
and understand...

"Night Night"...turns out the lights....

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Tue Nite

Night Night time and ready for a story?
Curl up and cover up, open my book of tales.
"How was your day?"..want a cookie?...lol

I got a call first thing this morning that a
neighbor of the ranch had a limb fall last
night and their horses got out and needed
me to go find them, so I was off quite early.

I got there and the storm last night was raging
thunder and lightening and power out kind of
storm, the horses were easy to find and I got
them back into a pasture, what they didn't
tell me was they had EMU'S that got out also.
Now these creatures are something else, they
don't corral like cattle, no they scatter and run
and look funny as hell, for those who don't
know what an EMU is it's like an Ostrich. Well
it took most of the morning to get them all and
mend the fence, but it was exciting. heheeh eh!

ok "ready?"

A newlywed couple returned to their
apartment after being on their honeymoon.

"Care to go upstairs and do it?" the husband asked.

"Shh!" said the bride "All the neighbors
will know what we're about to do.
These walls are paper thin. In the future,
we'll have to ask each other in
code. For example, how about asking,
'Have you left the washing machine door
open' instead?"

So, the following night, the husband asks,
"I don't suppose you left the
washing machine door open, did you?"

"No, I definitely shut it," replied the wife
who rolled over and fell asleep.

When she woke up however, she was
feeling a little frisky herself and she
nudged her husband and said,
"I think I did leave the washing machine door
open after all. Would you like to do some washing?"

"No, thanks," said the husband.
"It was only a small load so I did it by hand."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

turns the page...

Three guys made a competition to
see who would make a girl scream louder in
bed.

The first one went in, meanwhile
the other two stayed out and listened to
the girl moan for a bit.

The second one went in and the
girl screamed a little bit harder.

When the third one went in, the
girl SCREAMED! and SCREAMED! About an hour
later the girl came out moaning.

The first guy asked "Wow, how did you do that?"
The guy, all tired and wet
replied "I simply used my head".
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next......hehehehe

A man meets a gorgeous woman in a bar.
They talk, they connect, they end up
leaving together.

They get back to her place, and as
she shows him around her apartment, he
notices that her bedroom is completely
packed with teddy bears.

Hundreds of small bears on a shelf
all the way along the floor, medium sized
ones on a shelf a little higher and huge
bears on the top shelf along the wall.

The man is kind of surprised that this
woman would have a collection of
teddy bears, especially one that's so
extensive, but he decides not to
mention this to her.

After a night of passion, as they
are lying together in the after glow the
man rolls over and asks, smiling, "Well, how was it?"

The woman says,
"You can have any prize from the BOTTOM shelf."

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wow..whats it mean when you get to pick from the
top shelf, I got the 6 foot teddy????..hehehehehe

ok ...one more....

A man walks into a bar and orders a triple scotch.
The barman gives it to him and he
gulps in down in one swoop.

"Hey buddy, you must be having it rough.
Whats up with you?" says the
bartender.

"Well, I got home early from work
last night and found my wife and my best
friend in bed with each other!"

"Thats terrible pal, the next drink is on the house."
So the bartender gives him another tripple scotch
and again he gulps it down.
"If you don't mind me asking,
what did you say to your wife?"

"I told her I've had enough and I want a divorce!"

"Good for you! You said the right thing.
So what did you say to your best friend?"

"Well, I walked up to him, looked him
straight in the eyes and said...
...BAD DOG!"
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pick up lines

I wish you were a door so I could
bang you all day long.

(Lick finger and wipe on shirt) Let's
get you out of these wet clothes.

Nice legs....what time do they open?

Do you work for UPS? I thought I saw
you checking out my package.

You've got 206 bones in your body,
want 1 more?

I'm a bird watcher and I'm looking for
a BIG BREASTED BED THRASHER, have you
seen one?

I'm fighting the urge to make you the
happiest women on earth tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that was a Braille name tag.

I'd really like to see how you look when I'm naked.

Is that a ladder in you stockings or the stairway to heaven?

You must be the limp doctor because I've got a stiffy.

I'd walk a million miles for one of
your smiles, and even farther for that
thing you do with your tongue.

You know, if I were you, I'd have sex with me.

You. Me. Whipped cream. Handcuffs. Any questions?

Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?

Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me.

My friend wants to know if YOU think I'm cute?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nightly comment:
Mrs Alberta Martin Died yesterday on
Memorial day,May 31,2004 at approximatly 12:30 pm.
Mrs Alberta was the last living confedarate widow.
I had the pleasure of knowing this sweet lady
and learned more from her than any
books could ever teach me.
Rest in Peace Miz Alberta and know you were loved.
Bamagirl=Deb

The War Between the States did not take place that long ago. It is true that the technological wonders of the 20th century have created a seemingly insurmountable wall between the Old South and the New. But the Old South is not that old. There are people still living today whose grandfathers fought in America’s greatest and most devastating war. There are even those living who had fathers marching under Robert E. Lee and "Stonewall" Jackson. But there is one individual connected to the Old South in a way in which none other can boast. Pvt. William Jasper Martin’s wife still lives. Mrs. Alberta Martin (92) is the last known living widow of a Confederate veteran.

Nightly read: The Last known living widow of a Confederate veteran.
This was very informative and a great history lesson.
In honor of: Mrs Alberta Martin

"Night Night" turns out the light...

 

[Raindear816]

Here's one a friend sent, hope y'all enjoy:

Johnny was dying. His wife, Nelly, was maintaining a vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand in the weak light, tears running down her
face.
Her praying woke him from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips moving
slightly.

"Nelly, my darling," he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."

He was insistent.
"Nelly," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must
confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Nelly, "everything's
all
right, go to sleep now."

"No, no. I must die in peace, Nelly.
I ... I... slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend
and
your mother."

"I know sweet one" whispered Nelly,
"Now rest, let the poison work, you son of a bitch."

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Thanks Ash~

He He He...Thanks Rain,,,

love a good tail...I meant tale...he he he

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Hump Night

Its Hump Night so lets hump in bed,
I meant jump, ...grab a snack and curl up
for the Nite Nite, ...bull malarky...lol
"Ready?" How was your day?..Ok?

Well I went to the big shitty today, oh
I meant city...lol...I am amazed that people live
so close together, practicly ontop of each
other, and the jets, sound like thunder
and the police cars always speeding by with
sirens...ambulances, omg and traffic, geez...
forever to move two feet...and the smell...
yuck, any way I got back and had to ride
the sorrel, he aint been rode since he got gelded,
but the barn didn/t quite smell that great and the
crows squacked, the ducks quacked the frogs
rippet and the cattle moo'd so it was a busy and
noisey and smelly day...hehehehehehehehe

ok on with the good stuff,...

G. W. Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop. As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics. As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Kerry in his chair reached for the after shave.
Kerry was quick to stop him saying, "No thanks, my wife will smell that and think I've been in a whorehouse,"
The second barber turned to Bush and said, "How about you?"

Bush replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
another...

DON'T MESS WITH GRANDMA!!!!!!!

This is a true story ... An elderly Florida lady did her shopping, and
upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her
vehicle.

She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at
the top of her voice, "I have a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of
the car!"

The four men didn't wait for a second invitation. They got out and ran like
mad.

The lady, somewhat shaken,
then proceeded to load her shopping bags into
the back of the car and got into driver's seat.
She was so shaken that she
could not get her key into the ignition.
She tried and tried, and then it
dawned on her why. A few minutes later,
she found her own car parked four or
five spaces farther down.

She loaded her bags into the car and
drove to the Police station. The
sergeant to whom she told the story
couldn't stop laughing. He pointed to
the end of the counter, where four
pale men were reporting a car jacking by
a mad, elderly woman described as white,
less than five feet tall,glasses,
curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun.

No charges were filled.
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hehehehehe.......

Mildred, 93, was despondent over the
recent death of her husband Earl, so
she decided to just kill herself and join
him in death. Thinking it would be
best to get it over with quickly, she took
out Earl's old Army pistol and
made the decision to shoot herself in
the heart since it was so badly broken
in the first place. Not wanting to miss the
vital organ and become a
vegetable and a burden to someone,
she called her doctor's office to learn
her heart's exact location.

Since you're a woman, the doctor said,
your heart is just below your left
breast. Why do you ask? She hung up
without answering.

Later that night, Mildred was admitted
to the hospital with a gunshot wound
to her knee.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
lol...smiles....

I thought you might enjoy this.
TOO HOT FOR ARIZONA CONVICTS ???
It's even hotter than usual in Phoenix,
116 degrees, sets a new record, the
Associated Press reports:
About 2,000 inmates living in a
barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at
the Maricopa County Jail have been
given permission to strip down to their
government-issued pink boxer shorts.
On Wednesday, hundreds of men
wearing boxers were either curled up on their
bunk beds or chatted in the tents,
which reached 138 degrees inside, the
week before. Many were also swathed
in wet, pink towels as sweat collected
on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks.
"It feels like we are in a furnace,"
said James Zanzo, an inmate who has
lived in the tents for 1 1/2 years. "It's inhumane."
Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff
who created the tent city and long ago
started making his prisoners wear pink,
and eat bologna sandwiches, is not
one bit sympathetic.
He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates:
"It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our
soldiers are living in tents too, and they
didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths. "
KIND OF PUTS THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE DOESN'T IT?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh My....
The Most Functional English Word

Well, it's shit...that's right, shit!
Shit may just be the most functional
word in the English language.

Consider:
You can get shit-faced,
Be shit out of luck,
or have shit for brains.

With a little effort,
you can get your shit together,
Find a place for your shit, Or
be asked to shit or get off the pot.

You can smoke shit,
buy shit,
sell shit,
lose shit,
find shit,
forget shit,
and tell others to eat shit.

Some people know their shit, while
others can't tell the difference
between Shit and Shineola.

There are lucky shits,
dumb shits,
crazy shits,
There is bull shit,
horse shit and
chicken shit.

You can throw shit,
sling shit,
catch shit,
shoot the shit,
or duck when the shit hits the fan.

You can give a shit or
serve shit on a shingle.

You can find yourself in deep shit
or be happier than a pig in shit.

Some days are colder than shit,
some days are hotter than shit,
and some days are just plain shitty.

Some music sounds like shit,
things can look like shit,
and there are times when you feel like shit.

You can have too much shit,
not enough shit,
the right shit,
the wrong shit or
a lot of weird shit.

You can carry shit,
have a mountain of shit, or find
yourself up shits creek without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch turns
to shit and other times you fall in a
bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts,
it's the basic building block of the English language.

And remember, once you know your shit,
you don't need to know anything else!

You could pass this along, if you give a shit.
Or not do so, If you don't
give a shit!

Well Shit, it's time for me to go.
Just wanted you to know that I do Give A
Shit and hope you had a nice day,
without a bunch of shit. But if you
happened to catch a load of shit from
some shit head........Well,

shit happens!
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Nightly Comment: Peace anmd tranquility come with
a price, we must experince kaos and noise in order
to understand and enjoy peace, tranquility and harmony.
There is harmony in Kaos, there is tranquility in quiet
and there is peace in both.
Do you meditate? Pray? take a moment out of your
day and listen to your heart beat? A day...is a cycle
in life, night to day, body sleeps, awakes and then
sleeps again...Every day, take a moment and
aknowledge this, I prefer meditation, you may prefer
a Hot bath, where its quiet and you can hear your
breath that you take every second of life, but goes
unoticed with your body put into automatic. Take
the controls more often, guide your life to where
you want to be, in tune with your self. And .....
laughter, makes the spirit well, touch your spirit.

Nightly read: Poetry with Audio...
Mule Thanks Bama~

Night Night...turns out the light...

 

[Raindear816]

Re: Thanks Ash~

He He He...Thanks Rain,,,

love a good tail...I meant tale...he he he

HUGS Art, glad you liked it.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

nite nite thursday nite

Grab a goodie or two...and curl up for the
nightly read: "Ready?" Cover up.. and settle in.
I was back in the big shitty again today and I
was outside a rent house working and heard a
HAWK, I couldn't believe my ears. In the city?
I went out by the road and looked around
but couln't see it. I heard it again and the
neighborhood kids all come running up and
began looking in the sky too, "What ya lookin
fer Mister?" they asked. I was just about to
say something when the Hawk flew over
head and the kids thought that was so cool,
they said, How did you know he was going
to fly by?" I replied, "I didn't I heard it first."
they said "No way" well it reminded me of a
another lil story...hehehe

There was two guy's who went to college together
and they had grown up some and want to visit
one another since it had been so long since
they had seen each other since college...
well one was an Indian from New Mexico...
he went to visit his friend in new york city....
they were walking down a busy main street in
new york when the Indian said he heard a
cricket. The guy from new york said "No way,
among all this busy street full of cars and honking
and people walking by, you hear a cricket?"
"Yes," the Indian said and began looking around
till he found it and picked it up."Thats incredible"
said the guy from New York.
"Not really," said the Indian, "People listen for
what they want, watch this" and the Indian tossed
two pennies onto the sidewalk and the faint clank
as they hit almost evey one walking turned they're
heads to see what money just hit the ground.
"See, people listen for what they want to",,,lol

ok on with the good stuff....

... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast
as the slowest buffalo. And when
the herd is hunted, it is the slowest
and weakest ones at the back that are
killed first This natural selection is good
for the herd as a whole, because
the general speed and health of the
whole group keeps improving by the
regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human
brain can only operate as fast as the
slowest brain cells. Excessive intake
of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells.
But naturally, it attacks the
slowest and weakest brain cells first.
In this way, regular consumption of
beer eliminates the weaker brain cells,
making the brain a faster and more
efficient machine. That's why you always
feel smarter after a few beers."
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Dang, no wonder I'm dumb...I don't drink...lol
turns the page....


SCRABBLE

This just has to be one of the cleverest E-mails.
Someone out there either has too much spare time or is
;deadly at Scrabble.

GEORGE BUSH: When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

DORMITORY: When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

EVANGELIST: When you rearrange the letters:
EVIL'S AGENT

PRESBYTERIAN: When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER

DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT

THE MORSE CODE: When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS

SLOT MACHINES: When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY: When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

MOTHER-IN -LAW: When you rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER

SNOOZE ALARMS : When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z'S

A DECIMAL POINT: When you rearrange the letters:
I'M A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES: When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO: When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Recently we have received credible intelligence that

there have been seven terrorists working in your office.

Fortunately, six of the seven have been apprehended.

Bin Sleepin, Bin Loafin, Bin Goofin, Bin Lunchin, Bin Drinkin

and Bin Behind-Kissin have all been taken into custody.

At this time, no one fitting the description of the seventh

cell member, Bin Workin, has been found at your office.

We are confident that anyone who looks like he's Bin Workin

will be very easy to spot.

You are OBVIOUSLY not a suspect at this time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
hehehehehehe...
one more....



Nightly comment:...The Real Meaning of Life

"Life is all about ass...either you are
covering it, kicking it, kissing it, or trying to get it


Nightly read: Dark Dragon

"Night Night" turns out the light.....

 

[My Erotic Tail]

nite nite TGIF

"Curl up and cover up...ready for a night night
tale?" *Opens my book of tales*
"How was your day?...My day?...was long and hard...
hot and wet...hummm don't sound as bad as it
really was...snicker...worked in the hot sun most of
the day...then it rained and got soaked....hehehehe

"once upon a time...."
Three men were sitting together bragging
about how they had set their
new wives straight on their duties.

The first man had married a woman from Ohio:

He bragged that he had told his wife
she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning
that needed done at their house.
He said that it took a couple days but on the third
day he came home to a clean house and the dishes
were all washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from
North Carolina:

He bragged that he had given his wife
orders that she was to do all the
cleaning, dishes, and the cooking.
He told them that the first day he didn't
see any results, but the next day it was better.
By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes
were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.

The third man had married a Kentucky girl:

He boasted that he told her his house
was to be cleaned, dishes washed, the
cooking done and laundry washed.
And this was all her responsibility.

He said the first day he didn't see anything and
the second day he didn't see anything but
by the third day some of the swelling had gone
down so he could see a little out of his left eye!
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turns the page....

What is a Yankee?
The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone.

hehehehehehe....


Two little potatoes are standing on the street corner.
One is a prostitute.
How can you tell which one is the prostitute?

Hold ON......
You're gonna love it !!!!






It's the one with the little sticker that says.....

I-DA-HO
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ha ha ha ha ha he he he he he lmao...lol

"Oh my god" I like this one...hehehehehehehe

The national Poetry Contest had come
down to two semifinalists- A yale graduate
and a redneck from
Wyoming. They were given a word, then allowed
two minutes to study the word and come up with a
poem that contained the word.
The word was "Timbuktu"

First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate.
He stepped up to the microphone and said,

Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked a lonely caravan
Men on camels, two by two
Destination-Timbuktu

The crowd went crazy! No way could
the redneck top that, they thought

Then the redneck made his way to the microphone
and recited,

Me and Tim a huntin went
Met three whores in a pop up tent
they was three, and we was two
So I bucked one and timbuktu.

The redneck won hands down.
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Nightly comment: Well after that I gotta say Poetry,
Yep, I see poetry as an expression of a thought or
the souls release in words that ryhm, I could debate
the grammer issue, or the different styles and it seems
thewre is a lot of all, different people like different
things, there are groups who choose to relish in
each others stuff. There are great poems that go
un noticed or un mentioned. I try to read as many
asa I can and I can't keep up with my busy schedule
to try and comment on those with no comments to
encourage them to continue and more lit-ites do the
same....Poetry is a hit and miss thing....

where I wanted to go with this was the last confederate
widow who died monday, on Memorial day. I found
this to be poetic...in that her death was on such
a memerable day, with today being the day they gave
her a full cinfederate funeral with military honors
and flooded with history buffs and reinactment inthusiast.
sometimes life's poetry is sweet, sometimes its not,
but its poetic just the same...R.I.P. Alberta Martin

Nightly read: Puppy Dog Tales a poem by Art..
read by bamagirl...thanks Deb

"Night Night" turns out the light