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[PassionsFlame]

Re: Re: Looks around.......

Wish I would have been here earlier MaryBears. How was your day? It is so cold here. Windchills of -30 degrees here tonight. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!! Wishes I had a warm man to keep me warm.




Huggles to one and all...........Puddin

Having -25 to -35 windchills.... last ngihts ARghhhhh!!!! But tiny bit warmer today.... maybe we will get above 0... but then will have snowstorms this weekend possibly.

Happy New Year!

Been in pain... lost sleep over New years and the cold has been bad for my joints..... and stress Oh well. Miss everyone here. {{{{{{{{{{{{{hugs for everyone}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Luv yas!!!

 

[MaryBears]

Re: Re: Re: Looks around.......

Having -25 to -35 windchills.... last ngihts ARghhhhh!!!! But tiny bit warmer today.... maybe we will get above 0... but then will have snowstorms this weekend possibly.

Happy New Year!

Been in pain... lost sleep over New years and the cold has been bad for my joints..... and stress Oh well. Miss everyone here. {{{{{{{{{{{{{hugs for everyone}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Luv yas!!!

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Passions}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR i would freeze to death.......and i would be is no much damn pain I wouldn't be able to get out of the bed....and then I would Cry......Cause I am not one to lay for long periods of time


Hope and PRAY that you get to feeling better....Take care of yourself....And miss ya ((((((((((((((((Passions))))))))))))))))Love ya

 

[PassionsFlame]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Looks around.......

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Passions}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR i would freeze to death.......and i would be is no much damn pain I wouldn't be able to get out of the bed....and then I would Cry......Cause I am not one to lay for long periods of time


Hope and PRAY that you get to feeling better....Take care of yourself....And miss ya ((((((((((((((((Passions))))))))))))))))Love ya

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Yes, been hard, but back on track with back adjustments... a couple... and slowly getting over being sick... it is rough, but hoping gets better. Miss you too and hope you are taking care....

....and smiling darnit!!

Luvnhugs!

 

[Puddin36]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Looks around.......

Good morning {{{{{Puddin}}}} Gee you have it worse. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Please take care of yourself and keep warm!!!!

Glad you like the AV!!! That was quite a game.

{{{{{{{{{{{kayte}}}}}}}}}}}}} Good morning to you. Yes it is cold, but it could be worse. I did venture out today, but made it a very quick trip. I missed most of the game because I was out driving in our wonderful snow storm........but they have been showing the highlights alot and they have been great. I'll definately be watching the game this weekend. Take care and stay warm.

Huggles to one and all...........Puddin

 

[Puddin36]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Looks around.......

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Yes, been hard, but back on track with back adjustments... a couple... and slowly getting over being sick... it is rough, but hoping gets better. Miss you too and hope you are taking care....

....and smiling darnit!!

Luvnhugs!

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{PF}}}}}}}}}}}}} so nice to see you again. Sorry to hear that you haven't been feeling well. Hopefully the adjustments will help with the pain. You continue to be in my thoughts and prayers. Take care and be well.


Huggles to one and all...........Puddin

 

[Puddin36]

Happy HUMP day

Just thought I would wish all of you a Happy HUMP day!!!! As usual, I will be humpless. I have almost gotten used to it. I think that is a bad thing though...........LOL

Hope all of you.........MaryBears.......kayte........PF........Frenchie.....and that missing Missing have a great day.


Huggles to all.............Puddin

 

[Puddin36]

Hope this isn't offensive

Hope this isn't offensive to have as an AV..........just wanted to express what I would be doing today (HUMP DAY) if I had a good man!!!!!!!



Hugs and kisses.............Puddin

 

[kayte]

Re: Happy HUMP day

Just thought I would wish all of you a Happy HUMP day!!!! As usual, I will be humpless. I have almost gotten used to it. I think that is a bad thing though...........LOL

Hope all of you.........MaryBears.......kayte........PF........Frenchie.....and that missing Missing have a great day.


Huggles to all.............Puddin

Good morning {{{{{{{{{Puddin}}}}}}}}}} I too am humpless...... There is always hope though!!!!

Hope your day is a good one!!!!

 

[kayte]

Re: Hope this isn't offensive

Hope this isn't offensive to have as an AV..........just wanted to express what I would be doing today (HUMP DAY) if I had a good man!!!!!!!



Hugs and kisses.............Puddin

I love your AV!!!!!!!

 

[MaryBears]

Happy Hump day all......I wish I was getting humped

 

[kayte]

Happy Hump day all......I wish I was getting humped

Good morning {{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}} Me too!!! Well, maybe someday for all of us.

 

[kayte]

This may be a little late, but I just got it and in brought tears to my eyes.

The Gas Station .

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. He had no decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children in his life. His wife had gone.

He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped trough.

Instead of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the space heater and warm up.

"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy. I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly," George turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew Made it myself. When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me be right back," George said.

There, in the driveway, was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."


George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said, as he turned away.

"But, mister. Please help ." The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.

"Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. George turned and walked back inside the office.

"Glad I gave 'em the truck. Their tires were shot, too. That 'ol truck has brand new ..." George thought he was talking to the stranger. But, the man had gone. The thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it.


"Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers.
He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator.

"Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So, he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and, beside a police car, an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.

"Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound.


"Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills.

"You hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car."

He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.

"Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think, with time, you're gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.


"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts."

The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash!


Do it, now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now, give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now, put that pee shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time.

The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to
cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got repossessed last week "

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes. But, we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair, across from the cop. "Sometimes, we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now, sit there and get warm and we'll sort
this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee," the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and
an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn.

"Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."


George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry
Christmas boy ... and you, too, George, and thanks for everything."


"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box.

He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go. Something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."


The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car, and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that, too," George said. "Now, git home to your family."


The young man turned, with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree, and all, seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder, "But, you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man"

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And, when your days are done, you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door.

"If you will excuse me, George, I have to go, now. I have to go home, where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."


- author unknown -

" Jesus is the Reason for the Season "

 

[FRENCHIE44T]

Lottery Tickets

I just wanted to know if anyone knows the answer to this, I read in one of our National Newspapers today about Two women and a lottery ticket, in South Euclid, Ohio. One says she lost it the other says she bought it at the same shop and got the same numbers.

Tell me, was the top prize the equivilant of £90m and this woman got the equivilant of £37m after tax?

So, You pay tax on lottery tickets..... Yes?


Can you chose your lottery numbers or do you get a random set of numbers on each ticket.......


DOES ANYBODY KNOW ???????

 

[MaryBears]

Good morning {{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}} Me too!!! Well, maybe someday for all of us.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Kayte}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Good afternoon Hope you are having a great day.....Take care of yourself and stay warm.

 

[MaryBears]

SORRY ABOUT THE TRIPLE POST BUT I THINK LIT LOST IT

 

[MaryBears]

This may be a little late, but I just got it and in brought tears to my eyes.

The Gas Station .

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. He had no decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children in his life. His wife had gone.

He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped trough.

Instead of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the space heater and warm up.

"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy. I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly," George turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew Made it myself. When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me be right back," George said.

There, in the driveway, was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."


George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said, as he turned away.

"But, mister. Please help ." The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.

"Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. George turned and walked back inside the office.

"Glad I gave 'em the truck. Their tires were shot, too. That 'ol truck has brand new ..." George thought he was talking to the stranger. But, the man had gone. The thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it.


"Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers.
He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator.

"Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So, he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and, beside a police car, an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.

"Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound.


"Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills.

"You hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car."

He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.

"Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think, with time, you're gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.


"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts."

The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash!


Do it, now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now, give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now, put that pee shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time.

The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to
cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got repossessed last week "

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes. But, we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair, across from the cop. "Sometimes, we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now, sit there and get warm and we'll sort
this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee," the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and
an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn.

"Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."


George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry
Christmas boy ... and you, too, George, and thanks for everything."


"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box.

He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go. Something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."


The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car, and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that, too," George said. "Now, git home to your family."


The young man turned, with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree, and all, seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder, "But, you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man"

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And, when your days are done, you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door.

"If you will excuse me, George, I have to go, now. I have to go home, where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."


- author unknown -

" Jesus is the Reason for the Season "

Kayte~~~~ I have seen this before and yes it brought tears to my eyes too.....Thanks for sharing it again though.....I do appreciate it {{{{{{{{{{{{{Kayte}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[MaryBears]

Re: Lottery Tickets

I just wanted to know if anyone knows the answer to this, I read in one of our National Newspapers today about Two women and a lottery ticket, in South Euclid, Ohio. One says she lost it the other says she bought it at the same shop and got the same numbers.

Tell me, was the top prize the equivilant of £90m and this woman got the equivilant of £37m after tax?

So, You pay tax on lottery tickets..... Yes?


Can you chose your lottery numbers or do you get a random set of numbers on each ticket.......


DOES ANYBODY KNOW ???????

Frenchie, Yes you have to pay taxes on Lottery Tickets......Although I don't know much about the details of the lost winning ticket ( don't have any tv stations on my tv) but i found this ont it


Lost winning lottery ticket

 

[Puddin36]

Re: Re: Hope this isn't offensive

I love your AV!!!!!!!

{{{{{{{{{{kayte}}}}}}}}}} Thanks, I like the AV too........but I will be changing it soon as I feel it may offend some people.......not necasarily the peeps that are regulars here, but maybe a new person to Lit. My day really sucked, but I made it through it.

Huggles to all...........Puddin

 

[MaryBears]

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{puddin}}}}}}}}}}}} that is a very good AV.......if they get offended by that then they have no business being on lit what so ever......That is my opinion

 

[kayte]

Kayte~~~~ I have seen this before and yes it brought tears to my eyes too.....Thanks for sharing it again though.....I do appreciate it {{{{{{{{{{{{{Kayte}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Good morning {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}}}}}} Glad you liked it.

Hope your night was a good one and that you have a great day today!!!

 

[kayte]

Re: Re: Re: Hope this isn't offensive

{{{{{{{{{{kayte}}}}}}}}}} Thanks, I like the AV too........but I will be changing it soon as I feel it may offend some people.......not necasarily the peeps that are regulars here, but maybe a new person to Lit. My day really sucked, but I made it through it.

Huggles to all...........Puddin

Good morning {{{{{Puddin}}}}}}

Well if it offends anyone, they shouldn't be here!!! Hope you have a much better day today.

 

[FRENCHIE44T]

Re: Re: Lottery Tickets

Frenchie, Yes you have to pay taxes on Lottery Tickets......Although I don't know much about the details of the lost winning ticket ( don't have any tv stations on my tv) but i found this ont it


Lost winning lottery ticket

Thanks for that Mary, do you also know if you can choose your own numbers or are they all done at random when the ticket is bought?

We can choose our numbers here OR we can have 6 random numbers. I actually won £10 yesterday evening. WOW........

Also, we Dont pay tax on the winnings

 

[kayte]

Re: Re: Re: Lottery Tickets

Thanks for that Mary, do you also know if you can choose your own numbers or are they all done at random when the ticket is bought?

We can choose our numbers here OR we can have 6 random numbers. I actually won £10 yesterday evening. WOW........

Also, we Dont pay tax on the winnings

Congratulations Frenchie!!!

We pay taxes here in the states, by the time all is said and done probably at least 40% goes to Uncle Sugar.

 

[MaryBears]

He is a funny for you all


Things NOT to Say to a Naked Man...

That's it?

Wow - look at all the hair on your back!

Maybe you should start going to the gym more.

That was fine, dear...pass me my vibrator?

Thats a shame, maybe we should grab a video instead?

Wake me when it's over, ok?

I think the condom's too big.

Zzzzzz....

You want me to what?!?

Well, that explains the padded pants.

Did you take out the garbage yet?

My husband's in the Marines.

He's due home any day now.

Is that a toupee?

So THAT'S what your ex warned me about!

No.

Surgery might be able to help.

Not until you've showered.

That must be my mother on the phone.

Your brother's bigger.

Your best friend's better.

Are you done yet?

Wow! Look at the size of your.....beer gut!

Size doesn't REALLY matter, dear.

You might want to see a doctor about that.

Hahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!



Things NOT to say to a naked woman...

Cool, I've never been to the Grand Canyon.

How many storage boxes can you fit in there?!

You must be very experienced.

Remember, you said this was a freebie...right?

Wait, let me get a board and rope so I don't fall in.

I gotta take off my watch, wouldn't wanna lose it.

Why do you wear a bra when you've already got a belt.

Would you mind rolling around in this flour.

I heard carpenters dream about you.

So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.

Look....I can get my whole arm in.

It's a good thing you have so many other talents.

Is that an optical illusion?

If I look right at it I feel like I'm falling in.

Would you mind wearing a paper sack on your head?

Do you mind if I wear one too...in case yours falls off?

Jeez...What ya got up there, dead fish?

I heard you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.

Have you ever thought of working in a sideshow?

I've been wondering all night what that smell was.

Maybe if I get really wasted I wont mind your body.

You know they have surgery to fix that.

Everybody down at the bar said you were good.

Oh, that's why they call it a Wonderbra, it makes those lines go away.

Huh? They told me your name was Jezebel.

I expect a good time, at least, the bathroom wall said so.

You're not as ugly as people claim, not quite anyway.

You're not 'that' fat.

I see why everyone said, with you, it's better with the lights out.

Wow, you like it the same way your little sister does

 

[MaryBears]

Good morning {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}}}}}} Glad you liked it.

Hope your night was a good one and that you have a great day today!!!

{{{{{{{{{{kayte}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

My evening was good......Doing good but it is cold and snowing....not good for the RA......plus I over did it in my work out.....so my legs are sore but I will be fine

Hope your having a good evening....Take care