Damn! This guy knows how to pack a pistol!
An animated .gif file showing a fat guy packing a rapid fire pistol!
I found it while browsing a thread about financial crisis on an open forum discussion.
Addendum on 12/03/2008 at 05:14PM: Pete has that body type, by the way.
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You brought this upon yourselves. (A scene between Cash to Jack).
Yeah, so I was watching another two-hour show on ‘ABC Family’. The story is about coming (back) home to a loving family, whereby a Wall Street guy makes a deal with ‘fate’, catches a ‘glimpse’ of a life he would have had with a former lover and ends up going back to his original self. He winds up intercepting her at the airport and manages to get her to talk over a cup of coffee.
Now, I don’t know how these synchronous events are supposed to affect me but I tell y’all — life on either side of the fence is better off with a significant other or at least people to share your affections and love of life. Am I close? Is getting more ‘bang for the bucks’ not entirely the answer to a happier and more productive lifestyle?
Okay, then my final answer is: living life with love! Fine! Then are y’all going to make it happen for moi? Or do I have to go another path just to prove y’all wrong? I don’t care anymore. There were more than enough opportunities to keep my promise(s). And I keep hearing ’Barry’, like ’GWB’, spew lies about ‘help is on the way’. If that is true then why am I still here blogging?
Y’all don’t get when I mentioned ’targets’ in a recent blog entry. It is not the stupid well-paid media spewing the crap about ‘terrorist’. I didn’t know any South Asian Indians are violent. I did read a thread on an open forum discussion how the recent ‘killings’ are really ‘Anglo’. Who are you trying to fool? Y’all can’t keep blaming those ‘head-hunters’. For all I know, compared to them the real ‘terrorists’ are the ‘banksters’!
Anyway, during lunchtime today, my impressions that came forth to my mind to the sounds of gunshots being fired (on cable news programming) was that the ‘puss-heads’ used loudspeakers, you know, the ones used for rock concerts, for broadcasting yet another well-paid effort for fear mongering.
Again, seeing is better than believing and I don’t see these people living or dying. And why do they keep broadcasting ‘Jews’ getting hurt? Are y’all trying to instigate friction between various religious organizations among the race of humans? We know that our homes are not on this planet, which is one of many places we chose to live — just to catch a glimpse of life here. Get it?
So whoever or whatever is capable of coming in and altering the lives of people had better stop messing around with choices that could have been made better off with a bit of diplomacy instead of violence. A glimpse of a better life with love rather than war would have been a better alternative, but I see that if y’all want the hard way then so be it.
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What do they taste like? (An open forum thread about a senior cop asking a rookie).
Okay, so I’m still crying after watching a sad movie about two old people dying together in bed at a nursing home. The old lady went senile and didn’t recognize her family or husband, who stayed by her side and read stories about two lovers. He had hoped that one day she would remember that the stories were about them when they were younger.
Now, whenever someone (real or fictional) starts to cry, I cry. Whenever the movies are about love and romance and something tragic happens, I cry. I swore to avoid these types of movies at all cost and save my tears for funerals. But tonight, I couldn’t hold my composure and had to shed some tears while the twosome joined us for the remaining thirty minutes or so of the movie on ‘ABC Family’.
I wiped away my tears with a paper towel nearby and didn’t care for the scratchiness of the material. Getting up a couple of times and had to blow my nose and wash out my eyes, which didn’t help either as I sat down to cry again at the sad scenes.
Nowadays, I rarely cry in front of people and vowed not to show weakness in front of my family or public for pettiness of life’s dramatic events. This started during my teenage years when ‘he hurt my feelings’. He was a teaser and still is. Whenever the tears flow this bad, it is a very good indicator that my period will start the following morning.
Usually, I get loud and irritable around this time of the month and I still do but not as obvious like some soap operas as dramatized on televised programming. But over the years of self-discipline to overcome the feelings of weakness, I learned to control the flow of tears.
Tear-filled eyes only make the white part of my eyes red. My eyelids would get puffy and the surrounding tissues of my eyes and nose areas get puffy and pink, too. It’s not an attractive sight. The makeup just makes a puffy face, well, puffier.
However puffy one’s visage may appear, crying clears out the sinuses and provides an outlet of emotions. Tears flow due to pain and suffering from loss. I think that is why ‘G-d’ is merciful and allows most of us to forget our ‘past lives’, if any. It’s almost like spiritual amnesia. But the sadness is inherently ever present.
What is truly sad is the definition of a person, who ‘it’ is, why ‘it’ is here and how ‘it’ has become. Photos and videos only capture the moments. Some are cherished others are long forgotten. Memories come and go as they please and eventually fade in time to forever for some, which explains why I don’t bother with scenes past. They will be forgotten and the sentimental value that went along with those will be gone anyway.
That is why I cried tonight. The actors cried at a loss of a loved one, not physically but in memory. This is truly a death when a person no longer remembers ‘itself’ and others. The definition of a person may well be the ability to recall its past both happy and sad. I hate sad stories! It tastes sad! But tears tastes salty.
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