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Samhain*
Shall burn
And the wheel of life
Shall turn
And the dead will come home, on Samhain
And then
The night sky
On a lunar light
midnight
And the dead will come home, on Samhain
Little children
Dress like beasts
In the lamp-lit
Dark streets
And the dead come alive, on Samhain
Come away
From this island earth
Come back to
The moment of your birth
And the dead come alive, on Samhain
Ever since
The dawn of time
This day has been for them
Lay your minds on the line
And await the dead, on Samhain
When the wall
Grows thin
Allows the dead
To come in
So await the dead, on Samhain
I will see you, come Samhain
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Glen Whitman, Gather.com
*Pronounced: SOW-in (as in "cow"), (or sometimes sew-WIN)
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Trick or Treat, Animal style!
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Friday, October 30, 2009
And now for something completely different...
"The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain't like he knows the cure for cancer and he just ain't spitting it out."
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*Thanks, Dave
The Magic Gopher
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The Mule and the Farmer's Wife
An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Halloween Humour
An old couple who hadn't celebrated Halloween in a long time decided to dress up and go out.
The old woman went into her bedroom, stripped naked and tied a lemon between her legs.
When she came out, the old man cried,"You can't go out like that!"
She said, "I can go anyway I like and so can you!"
Whereupon he retired to the bedroom and came out stark raving naked with a potato tied to his tallywhacker.
The old woman says, "You're going out like that?" and he replies, "Yep, if you can go as a sour-puss, I can go as a dick-tator.
The old woman went into her bedroom, stripped naked and tied a lemon between her legs.
When she came out, the old man cried,"You can't go out like that!"
She said, "I can go anyway I like and so can you!"
Whereupon he retired to the bedroom and came out stark raving naked with a potato tied to his tallywhacker.
The old woman says, "You're going out like that?" and he replies, "Yep, if you can go as a sour-puss, I can go as a dick-tator.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Now we know why........
A long time ago, the British and French were at war.
During one battle, the French captured an English major.
They took the major to their headquarters and a French general began to question him.
The French general asked: 'Why do you English officers all wear red coats? Don't you know the red material makes you easy targets for us to shoot?'
In his debonair English way, the major informed the general that the reason English officers wear red coats is so that if they are shot, the blood won't show, and the men they are leading won't panic.
And that is why from that day to now, all French army officers wear brown pants.
During one battle, the French captured an English major.
They took the major to their headquarters and a French general began to question him.
The French general asked: 'Why do you English officers all wear red coats? Don't you know the red material makes you easy targets for us to shoot?'
In his debonair English way, the major informed the general that the reason English officers wear red coats is so that if they are shot, the blood won't show, and the men they are leading won't panic.
And that is why from that day to now, all French army officers wear brown pants.
*Thanks, Gary
TROY - The Latest Strip
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Troy #240 “Catching Up With” is out in the magazines and up online. Another six months has passed. Like sands through the hourglass... Find out how everyone’s lives have changed.
And Michael's book “Troy: From 1 to 200 The First Ten Years” is now available on LULU.com. What a great book for the beach or just relaxing by the pool, huh?
