Violent clashes between police and demonstrators as over ten thousand gather on the streets of Cairo. The Egyptian population has endured a tyrants rule for far too long, millions struggle each day to find where their next meal is coming from. January 25th, 2011 marks the day when the people rise and take back what’s rightfully there’s. This isn’t the end, but hopefully the beginning to a long awaited regime change! Send to everyone and let them know.
Remember 8 of Life’s “Laws”!
1. The most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.
2. If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.
3. Money can’t buy happiness but it sure makes misery Easier to live with.
4. Deja moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull Before.
5. Psychiatrists say that 1 of 4 people is mentally ill. Check three friends. If they’re okay, you’re it.
6. The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.
7. It may be your sole purpose in life is simply: To serve as a warning to others.
8. The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think!
A Sol Patrol member accidentally dunks himself through a hoop during the halftime of a Phoenix Suns game. Ouch!
Don’t let Health and Safety see this.
Yes, Nurse Barton,” said Mr. Goldstein, “My penis died today, and I am very sad.”
Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences.”
The following day, Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall with his penis hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Barton. Mr. Goldstein,” she said, “You shouldn’t be walking down the hall like this. Please put your penis back inside your pajamas.”
“But, Nurse Barton,” replied Mr. Goldstein, “I told you yesterday that my penis died.”
“Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?” asked Nurse Barton.
“Well,” he replied. “Today’s the viewing.”
Studies consistently show that percentage wise, conservatives are much happier people than liberals. Why are liberals so miserable compared to conservatives? Let me count the ways…
The Russians move forward while Barack Hussein Obama moves us back to the Stone Ages.
Russia has developed a stand-alone nuclear warhead capable of penetrating any existing or projecting missile defense system, informs Interfax news agency.
According to Yury Solomonov, the chief designer of the Moscow Heat Engineering Institute, this unique system was successfully tested last year.
Unlike the payload of all previously-developed intercontinental ballistic missiles, the new weapon can hit several targets located at great distance from each other.
This means that the current multiple warhead dispensing mechanism called “bus”, a segment that delivers warheads to the destined drop zone used in all modern missiles, will be eliminated, because in the new system, once the terminal stage vehicle of ICBM booster does its job, the missile separates into warheads with “individual means of delivery to destination.”
He said that 30 years ago such a system was discussed and labeled science fiction.
The new innovative technology will “put a full stop on all discussions regarding our countermeasures towards non-existent antiballistic missile defense system of our potential enemy,” Solomonov is cited as having said.
A kinetic sculpture that continually ties and unties a necktie by Seth Goldstein.
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkle cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife…… “Back off!” she said, “They’re for the funeral.”