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MOM, WHY COULDN’T I LISTEN THEN? When I remember growing up, I remember two distinct things. What my Mom told me, and what I did instead… make that three, the stupid situations I wound up in by doing that sort of thing, and how much it was not really anything I’d enjoy or want to be in. I had to learn the most impossibly difficult and painful way firsthand, for a time. I recall saying once to my mother, that I could or would not learn from others, that I was the sort who needed to learn everything firsthand, which didn’t work out well, though it lasted far longer than I wish it had. She’d sighed, and told me she really wished that wasn’t the case, and hoped maybe it’d no longer be the case. For the most part, it isn’t. Oddly, it was her words of simple wisdom on all sorts of topics, that I recall and pass along now, since I know very well the pain of what foolish ignorance of wisdom brings, or brought to me. Things like sportsmanship, and being a team player, or not being a team ...

A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane, and soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?” She turned, smiled and said “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphom aniacs of America Convention in Boston” He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked “What’s your business role at this convention?” “Lecturer,” she responded, “I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.” “Really?” he said “And what kind of myths are there?” “Well…” she explained “One popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowe...

Liquid Sculpture - Water Drop Art

Odd Todd's Holiday Special 2009!

I started playing world of warcraft a little over a year ago. I have found it gives me a voice that is different from my own "IRL" voice. (IRL = in real life) I have also seen people complain,rant or rave, love, hate, join, or leave the game. Sometimes I have wanted to do all this, but still i pay my monthly fee. Why you may ask? Because it is an ever changing world and I am whom ever I want to be that day or that moment. I can be a dragon slayer or a poor lost girl.

Joe wanted to buy a motorcycle. He didn't have much luck until one day, he came across a Harley with a 'for sale' sign on it. The bike seemed even better than a new one, although it was 10 years old. It is shiny and in absolute mint condition. He immediately bought it, and asked the seller how he kept it in such great condition for 10 years. 'Well, it's quite simple, really,' says the seller, 'whenever the bike is outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain.' And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline. That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, 'I have to tell you something about my family before we go in.' 'When we eat dinner, we don't talk. In fact, the first person who says anything during dinner has to do the dishes.' 'No problem,' he says. And in they ...