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| The Lesbian Cowboy!! |
| 11.09.04 (6:49 pm) [edit] |
[i][b]Another joke from my friend!![/b] :wink:
An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him.
She turned to the cowboy and asked, [b]"Are you a real cowboy?"[/b]
He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring horses, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."
She nods with satisfaction. Then he asked her, "What about you?"
She replies, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."
"Huh," the cowboy says, and the two resume sipping their drinks in silence.
A little while later a man sits down on the other side of the old cowboy. He turns to him and asks, "Are you a real cowboy?"
"I always thought I was," the cowboy says as he pushes his hat a little higher on his head, "but I just found out I'm a lesbian." :P hehehe!! :D[/i]
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| The Jokes on her!! |
| 11.09.04 (6:41 pm) [edit] |
[i]Got sent this joke in the mail today, nearly had me pissing myself... exactly what the doctor ordered, a bit of light relief. Thought I'd share with y'all.... I apologise if it's not pc enough for some....yeah right!! :roll: Dont read it if you're easily offended!! And for the record... [b]IT'S A JOKE!![/b]
[b]An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman go into a pub. They all suffer from a severe stutter.[/b]
[b]"What's it to be?"[/b] asks the stunningly beautiful landlady.
"Th th th th th th three pi pi pi pi pi..." says the Englishman.
Up steps the Irishman. "Threeee p pints of of of of gui gui gui gui..."
Then the Scotsman tries. "Th th th thth th th th th th th th th th..."
[b]"Oh bugger this!"[/b] says the beautiful landlady and walks away to serve someone else.
She returns ten minutes later and asks if they are ready to order yet.
"Th th th th th th three pi pi pi pi pi", stutters the Englishman.
"Three pints of gui gui gui gui..." tries Paddy.
And then Scotty starts "Th th th th th th th th th th th th th th...".
[b]"Look"[/b] says the beautiful landlady, who loves a bet. [b]"If any one of you can answer a simple question without stuttering I'll let you shag me!"[/b]
Quite confident that no one will win, she turns to the Englishman.
[b]"Where do you live?"[/b] "M M M M M M M Man Man Man Man Manch Manch Manch."
[b]"No. You lose,"[/b] says the beautiful landlady. Turning to the Scotsman, she asks, [b]"Where do you live Scotty?"[/b]
"E E E E EEd Ed Ed Edin Edin Edin Edin Edin Edin Edinb."
[b]"Sorry, you lose,"[/b] says the gorgeous woman.
"And Paddy, where do you live?" she purrs at the Irishman.
[b]"London"[/b] blurts out the Irishman.
[b]"Oh. Bugger!"[/b] says the landlady. A great cheer goes up in the pub and the landlady reluctantly takes him by the hand and leads him upstairs.
Once in the bedroom she strips to her underwear, next she takes off her bra exposing a voluptuous bosom. Finally she slides off her panties then climbs into bed.
Paddy with concentration climbs aboard and goes for glory, and then right at the climaxing stroke, he suddenly screams out [b]"...- D D D D D DDDDDerry!!"[/b] Mwuahahahaha!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: [/i]
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| Loss hurts..... |
| 11.08.04 (2:54 pm) [edit] |
[i]Hey Peeps,
It's been so long, I've been having a hard time gathering my thoughts let alone knowing exactly what I want to write. Funnily enough I always thought that blogging would be like riding a bike.... [b]you never forget how to do that, no matter how rusty you are[/b]... yeah right!! That's just bollocks!! :roll: It's not as easy as riding a bike, it takes a bit more.. but the more I sit here in front of my lap top the harder it is to put the words down.
I guess there is no easy way of saying this, but I lost my Pop's the last week of September. Some of you already know this and some dont, but that's been why I've been away from tblog for so long.. blogging just wasn't a priority while he was ill and hasn't been since either. I would love to say that I've handled this well, say that I have been able to move on... but I haven't. Nobody tells you when growing up ..that [b]death and loss[/b] hurts so much, even when you're an adult!
I've gone to sleep most nights, heavy hearted and a bit depressed and totally shattered emotionally.... having failed in my attempt to view the loss in the proper perspective, I console myself with drink and the thought that I wont feel so low when I wake up in the morning. Funnily enough, Mum seems to be coping much better than we kids are.... I honestly thought she'd fall to pieces with Dad gone, but she seems to have found something to keep her going, I just wish she could share a bit of that....whatever it is. A bit more rest, a bit more reflection, time for my alcoholic stupor to disappear...[b]it will be a new day and I'll see things from a different perspective I tell myself.[/b]
But every morning when I've woken from my reverie's, I realise that nothing has changed. I still hurt immensely, my pain is still raw and real, my loss very much tangible and my grief tastes a lot like cotton-mouth!! Yuk!! :( But, this is [b]NOT[/b] a cry for pity or sentiment, just my attempt at dealing with [b]my[/b] grief and dulling the pain in [b]my[/b] own way, seeing as alcohol doesn't seem to be doing the trick for me! (No I'm NOT turning into an alcoholic!!).....So I've decided it's about time I came back to the land of blog, and try as much as I can to normalise my life again. (whatever that means?!) :?
I want to thx all of you that have emailed, tmailed and stuff.... It has all been very much appreciated. When I've been down, just reading them has really lifted my spirits. Especially, Mimi, TigerLilly, Scubadiva, Eka, Miss Kendy, Grant, Toyin, Baba etc (and everybody else I forgot to mention).... you've all very much been my anchors of the last month or so, whether you knew it or not! I cherish you all. Mucho gracias!! Love y'all.....
Later peeps....(and just for the record this is Matt!) :P[/i]
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