Post Whoring Newbie Thread
The ones that are a walking shipwreck need to be walked away from while you still can without a police escort.
The ones that wonder away wondering need to refer to the story of the Jews in the desert. We'll take ya down to South Texas just to make sure you're up for it. 40 days - 40 nights. The hogs and the aligators will have a blast.
The one you can't get away from is the special one that life just got in the way of. It was perfect, it was great, then it wasn't because all this external **** that goes on.
Life is like a dolphin in the shallows along the Texas beaches. They're playful, they like you to feed them (even the wild ones!) but they are constantly up and down as they swim.
They know the meaning of tomorrow - move forward - sometimes it's even fun.
The ones that wonder away wondering need to refer to the story of the Jews in the desert. We'll take ya down to South Texas just to make sure you're up for it. 40 days - 40 nights. The hogs and the aligators will have a blast.
The one you can't get away from is the special one that life just got in the way of. It was perfect, it was great, then it wasn't because all this external **** that goes on.
Life is like a dolphin in the shallows along the Texas beaches. They're playful, they like you to feed them (even the wild ones!) but they are constantly up and down as they swim.
They know the meaning of tomorrow - move forward - sometimes it's even fun.
My ex and I split in 1985 after being together since 1964. 2 daughters, I was devastated, but a friend suggested "Hey, you can do anything you want now". I took that advice and moved to the beach.
I started a new life and found that I had never been happier. In 1992 I met my wife. Since we had both been through a divorce and knew what we wanted out of life, we became soul mates. We just finished a ride on Ortega Highway a couple of hours ago. We ride it several times a week now, my wife on her SV650S. We also surf together. As a mature adult you can chose a mate that has the same interests as you. Its not the end of the road, its just the beginning.
It may take a while, but it gets better.
I started a new life and found that I had never been happier. In 1992 I met my wife. Since we had both been through a divorce and knew what we wanted out of life, we became soul mates. We just finished a ride on Ortega Highway a couple of hours ago. We ride it several times a week now, my wife on her SV650S. We also surf together. As a mature adult you can chose a mate that has the same interests as you. Its not the end of the road, its just the beginning.
It may take a while, but it gets better.
From the moment the babies are born they are intent on swimming away from you.
It was in the moment that your family was all together but soon after it's fleeting. Children grow up. Freud says you have five years to instill values to your children. Stalin once said that if he could teach it for ten years a child would be a Communist for life.
The best you can do it cast your shadow. May it be a tall one.
It was in the moment that your family was all together but soon after it's fleeting. Children grow up. Freud says you have five years to instill values to your children. Stalin once said that if he could teach it for ten years a child would be a Communist for life.
The best you can do it cast your shadow. May it be a tall one.
Now for something completely different...
A cowboy named Bud was overseeing his herd in a remote mountainous pasture in California
when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"
Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?"
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.
Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."
"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says Bud.
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
Then Bud says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"
"You're a Congressman for the U.S.Government", says Bud..
"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and
you don't know a thing about how working people make a living - or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep. ...
Now give me back my dog."
when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"
Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?"
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.
Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."
"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says Bud.
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
Then Bud says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"
"You're a Congressman for the U.S.Government", says Bud..
"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and
you don't know a thing about how working people make a living - or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep. ...
Now give me back my dog."