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THIS SURE FITS MY YOUNGER YEARS AND ALSO MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY..
THANK GOD THAT WE ONCE GOT TO LIVE THIS WAY,,, BARRY
.Subject: Fw: Fwd: Fw: Wasn’t This Us???
Date: Thursday, March 14, 2013, 6:09 PM
Date: Thursday, March 14, 2013, 6:09 PM
Now these were the ‘good ole’ days’ !!
The kids of today just don’t know what it’s like to have fun !!
HEY, WASN’T THIS US ?
A little house with three bedrooms,
one bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push
to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
someone was always home.
We only had a living room
where we would congregate,
unless it was at mealtime
in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set
and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips
that tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
there was Lipton’s onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because
my mother liked to cook
and nothing can compare to snacks
in Betty Crocker’s book.
Weekends were for family trips
or staying home to play.
We all did things together —
even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips
depending on the weather,
no one stayed at home because
we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate
to do things on our own,
but we knew where the others were
without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
with your favorite movie star,
and nothing can compare
to watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics
at the peak of summer season,
pack a lunch and find some trees
and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together
with all the friends you know,
have real action playing ball —
and no game video.
Remember when the doctor
used to be the family friend,
and didn’t need insurance
or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
or what he had to do,
because he took an oath and strived
to do the best for you.
Remember going to the store
and shopping casually,
and when you went to pay for it
you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe
or punch in some amount,
and remember when the cashier person
had to really count?
The milkman used to go
from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters
came right to your door,
without a lot of junk mail ads
sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name
and knew where it was sent;
there were not loads of mail addressed
to “present occupant.”
There was a time when just one glance
was all that it would take,
and you would know the kind of car,
the model and the make.
They didn’t look like turtles
trying to squeeze out every mile;
they were streamlined, white walls, fins
and really had some style.
One time the music that you played
whenever you would jive,
was from a vinyl, big-holed record
called a forty-five.
The record player had a post
to keep them all in line
and then the records would drop down
and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then,
just like we do today
and always we were striving,
trying for a better way.Oh, and when the man molested us, he would put his penis into our bums and not then directly into our mouths. He’d wipe off first.Oh, the simple life we lived
still seems like so much fun,
how can you explain a game,
just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards
between bicycle spokes
and for a nickel, red machines
had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways.
I love the new technology
but I sure do miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we
and nothing stays the same,
but I sure love to reminisce
and walk down memory lane.
With all today’s technology
we grant that it’s a plus!
But it’s fun to look way back and say,
Hey look, guys, THAT WAS US!
Why would anyone do this unless they want to set the scene for a repeat of former events or they are plain ignorant of history??
What is wrong with this picture?
The picture is of our five nuclear carriers… Just like Battleship Row, Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941.
This picture was taken the other day in Norfolk. The Obama Administration ordered 5 nuclear carriers into harbor for “routine” (?) inspections. Heads of the Navy were flabbergasted by the directive.
NORFOLK, VA. (February 8, 2013). The first time since WW II that five U.S. aircraft carriers were docked together.
USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN 69), USS George H.W. Bush (CVN 77), USS Enterprise (CVN 65), USS Harry S. Truman (CVN 75), and USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN 72) are all in port at Naval Station Norfolk, Va., the world’s largest naval station.
Sources stated that this breached a long standing military protocol in the Navy meant to avoid massive enemy strike on major US forces. (U.S. Navy photo by Chief Mass Communication Specialist Ryan J. Courtade/Released)
Watch out America… Idiots and Traitors are in charge!
hello everyone–quite creative and restful, hey? hahaha!
When injustice becomes law,
resistance becomes duty.”
~ Thomas Jefferson
A guy is walking the strip in Las Vegas and a fantastic-looking Vegas
> hooker catches his eye. He strikes up a conversation and eventually asks the
> hooker, “How much do you charge?”
> The Hooker replies, “It starts at $500 for a hand-job.”
> The guy says,”$500 dollars! For a hand-job!
> Holy crap! No hand-job is worth that kind of money!”
> The hooker says, “Do you see that Denny’s on the corner?”
> “Do you see the Denny’s about a block further down?”
> “And beyond that, do you see that third Denny’s?”
> “Well,” says the hooker, smiling invitingly, “I own those..
> And I own them because I give a hand-job that’s
> worth $500.”
> So the guy says, “What the hell? You only live once..
> I’ll give it a try..”
> They retire to a nearby motel. A short time later, the guy
> is sitting on the bed realizing that he has just experienced the hand-job
> of a lifetime, worth every bit of $500.
> He is so amazed, he says, “I suppose a blow-job
> is $1,000?”
> The hooker replies, “$1,500.”
> “I wouldn’t pay that for a blow-job!”
> The hooker replies, “Step over here to the window, big boy. Do you see
> that casino just across the street? I own that casino outright. And I own it
> because I give a blow-job that’s worth every cent of $1,500.”
> The guy, basking in the afterglow of that terrific hand-job, decides to
> put off the new car for another year or so and says, “Sign me up.”
> Ten minutes later, he is sitting on the bed more amazed than before. He
> can scarcely believe it but he feels he truly got his money’s worth. He
> decides to dip into the retirement savings for one glorious and unforgettable
> He asks the hooker, “How much for some pussy?”
> The hooker says, “Come over here to the window, I want to show you
> something. Do you see how the whole city of Las Vegas is laid out before us: All
> those beautiful lights, gambling palaces & shows?”
> “Damn!” the guy says, in awe, “You own the whole city?”
> “No,” the hooker replies, “but I would… if I had a pussy.