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| | Are Angels REAL??...you decide!! | | | Friday, November 6, 2009 (10:41 AM)
(I'm feeling hopeful) | | Three years ago, a little boy & his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
"Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, & saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed.
"She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful & encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, & started to say something to Santa, but halted.
"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but .." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
"The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia & isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? "That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
Santa blinked & swallowed hard & told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was & he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do.
"What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys & girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.
"C'mon.... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital & came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door & saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother & the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, & Santa could sense the warmth & closeness of the family, & their love & concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, & forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.
Santa rushed to her side & gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder & excitement. Her skin was pale & her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, & he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps & quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he & Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
Santa & Sarah talked & talked, & she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, & asked for permission from the girl's mother.
She nodded in agreement & the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah & asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes & prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, & heal her body from this disease.
He asked that angels minister to her, watch & keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright."
The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, & crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again & held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah, "he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, & that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, & I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"
He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down & kissed her on the forehead & left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them & they wept unashamedly.
Sarah's mother & grandmother slipped out of the room quickly & rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do."
They nodded with understanding & hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by & then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, & he grabbed this little miracle & held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long & silky & her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over & saw Sarah's mother & grandmother in the sidelines smiling & waving & wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed --& been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive & well. He silently looked up to Heaven &> humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
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| | BUMPER STICKERS | | | Friday, November 6, 2009 (2:01 PM)
(I'm feeling impressed) | |
items in red especially apply to LiveVideo Blogging
If You Can Read This, I've Lost My Trailer.
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"IF YOU CAN'T FEED EM, DON'T BREED EM!"
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Constipated People Don't Give A Crap.
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Horn Broken...Watch For Finger.
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The Earth Is Full - Go Home.
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So Many Pedestrians - So Little Time.
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Cleverly Disguised As A Responsible Adult.
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If We Quit Voting, Will They All Go Away?
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Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway.
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Illiterate? Write For Help.
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Honk If Anything Falls Off.
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Cover Me. I'm Changing Lanes.
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He Who Hesitates Not Only Is Lost,
But is Miles >From The Next Exit.
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I Refuse To Have A Battle Of Wits
With An Unarmed Person.
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You! Out Of The Gene Pool - Now!
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I Do Whatever My Rice Krispies tell Me To.
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Fight Crime: Shoot Back!
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(Seen Upside Down On A Jeep)
If You Can Read This, Please Flip Me Back Over...
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Stop Lights Timed For 35 mph
Also Are Timed For 70 mph
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Guys: No Shirt, No Service
Gals: No Shirt, No Charge
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If Walking Is So Good For You, Then Why Does
My Mailman Look Like Jabba The Hut?
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Ax Me About Ebonics.
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Body By Nautilus; Brain By Mattel.
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Boldly Going Nowhere.
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Caution - Driver Legally Blonde.
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Heart Attacks: God's Revenge
For Eating His Animal Friends
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Honk If You've Never Seen
An Uzi Fired From A Car Window..
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How Many Roads Must A Man Travel Down
Before He Admits He is Lost?
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GROW YOUR OWN DOPE --- PLANT A MAN.
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All Men Are Animals; Some Just Make Better Pets.
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AND Finally -
"POLITICIANS & DIAPERS BOTH NEED
TO BE CHANGED OFTEN, AND FOR
THE SAME REASON."
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| | BEWARE OF THAT UNDERWEAR DUST!!!!!! | | | Friday, November 6, 2009 (10:26 AM)
(I'm feeling indifferent) | | One evening a husband, thinking he was being funny, said to his wife,
'Perhaps we should start washing your clothes in 'Slim Fast'.
Maybe it would take a few inches off of your butt!'
His wife was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn't let such a comment go unrewarded.
The next morning the husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer.
'What the heck is this?' he said to himself as a little 'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out.
'April', he hollered into the bathroom, 'Why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?'
She replied with a snicker. 'It's not talcum powder; it's 'Miracle Grow'!!!!!!
You guys just never learn, do not tick off the woman. | | | | 19 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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| | I found this funny | | | Friday, November 6, 2009 (10:03 AM)
(I'm feeling full) | | a must have for the politically "aware'
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| | They folow you all over | | | | Sunday, November 1, 2009 (7:37 PM) | | I know a lot of us have been moving to other sites to do our shows "un-molested" by the haters and hackers, but beware if you're using the bulletins to let everybody know where you're going, they're just following you. Some people use tinychat for their shows, here's a bulletin posted just a few minutes ago by Ninja169, who's show was stolen, cloned and held captive early this morning on tinychat
"WELL I AM BACK AGAIN posted 1 hour ago by Ninja169
BEWARE OF TINY CHAT : JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH MY TECH SUPPORT AND THE COMPUTER FIXED AGAIN BECAUSE SOMEONE ON TINY CHAT HIT ME WITH SOMETHING THAT TOOK MY COMPUTER OUT , WELL 4 HOURS OF WORK LATER I AM BACK I WILL BE BUSY RELOADING ALL THE GOODIES "
Not throwing rocks or anything like that, but reporting what I observed first hand, I was in ninja's show when it happened..most everybody signed in with a recgonizable LiveVideo name, except for one individual who when cammed up was flying the "PEDOBEAR" emblem.
No it wasn't BabyB or BritannyBaaby, the name accompaning this user was '"RupturedKidney"....so be forewarend, if you intend to move your shows somewhere else group e-mails may be a little more secure as the bulletins go out to all your friends and are frequently reposted or copy and pasted to others...be very suspicious of "unfamilliar" names and keep your guard up.
This "hijacking" was accompanied by a high pitched laser sound shortly after the hijack ocurred, so once again...there are some real creeps out on this site and others whos only object is to mess up either your machine, or your show or both!
It's beginning to look like the infamous "BabyB" and BrittannyBabby" Channels were 'black hat hacker" traps, designed only to lure you in...keep you occupied while IP numbers were harvested and people were undoubdtly targeted...so check your friends lists and examine the people on it closely,if you're suspicious of a certain individual, delete them...it's easier to explain why they were deleted to them than to spend half a day or longer rebuilding a trashed machine....
Just Sayin'
happy surfing
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| | YA ALL GO TO HELL | | | Thursday, October 22, 2009 (7:01 PM)
(I'm feeling pissed off) | | ALL RIGHT!!!!!....ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!
I STUCK AROUND THROGH THE ROOM WARS, THE BLOG WARS, THE HATER WARS BUT I GIVE UP.
I TRY TO NOT STEP ON ANY TOES, NOT RIDICULE OR CONDEM ANY PERSON OR GROUP OF PEOPLE ON THIS SITE.
I PUT UP SIMPLE SHOWS, QUALITY CLASSIC FILMS, RUN AN OPEN ROOM.
ANYBODY CAN COME IN EXCEPT A FEW SELECT HATERS THAT HAVE ME BLOCKED FROM THEIR CHANNELS.
EXCEPT FOR LIKE 3 PEOPLE NOBODY EVER BOTHERS TO COME TO MY SHOWS OR BASICALLY ACKNOWLEDGE I EVEN EXIST..
SO HERE I GO...OVER 100 FRIENDS DELETED FROM MY FRIENDS LIST...
NO MORE "MAGIC.MUSHROOM THEATER".
NO MORE CAMMING IN ANY SHOWS. FUCK YA ALL..
I'LL JUST WATCH FROM THE LOBBY AND I'M NOT ADDING ANYBODY TO MY FRIEND LIST EVER AGAIN.
AS FAR AS I CAN TELL LIVEVIDEO IS NOW DEADVIDEO!!....
YA CAN'T GET TO THE FIRST 8 PAGES OF THE "LIVE SHOW BOARD" WITHOUT PADDING TO 20 VIEWERS OR MORE SO FUCK YA ALL...I'M OUTTA HERE!! | | | | 82 Views | 8 Thumbs Up | 6 Comments | |
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| | Asylum contest | | | Wednesday, October 21, 2009 (9:02 AM)
(I'm feeling hopeful) | | Groom Lake...The Invasion
The result of a maniacial experiment gone woefully wrong has left a small colony of mushroom/human cross breeds trapped in the bowels of the super secret skunk works located in Area 51. The creatures walk upright like a human but there is where the resemblence ends. Having neither an exo-skeleton or indo-skeleton, these creatures can only be described as Huge, bi-pedal Mushrooms. Being a-sexual they have no male/female characteristics, Reproduction rather than being by the mushroom method of spore disemination, is achieved via an exchange of components from one individual to the other. When observed in Daylight they appear to be colorless and reflect very little visible light, have no visible appendages, but appear to be perched atop stumps and have wildly waving arms not the usual 2 but 3 to 6 depending upon age and size, which roughly corresponds to age. When observed in dim light each individual emits an erie kind of glow, ranging from a bright red to a subtle iridiscent green, while a group seems to waver as each individual adopts the color of it's neighbor as it's neighbor abondons it. They feed by absorption. Moving with a cat like silence they merely ooze onto their victims by penetrating at any available opening, usually the feet are the easiest appendate to attack. Upon securing an attachment to the victim, a neuro-toxin is released into the victims epidermis, which quickly causes the victim to enter anaphaltic shock and subsequently the entire body is absorbed, leaving behind nothing but a rotted soggy mass of offal, which bears no resemblence to the orgional victim. These creatures have neither hands or blood, so no physical evidence of the attack is left, save for a yellowish, green slime trail where they must touch the ground to get ahedsion for precise manuevering. The preferred method of transportation is to levitate and move silently over the landscape while flattening out and appearing to be nothing more than a shimmering mirage.
Area 51, forbidding, secure, secret and located in the middle of the mojave desert. Groom Lake, Home of the skunk works, secret airplanes and other kinds of flying aircraft, located adjacent to the Nevada Nuclear test facility. A Dark moonless night in the middle of September. Two shadowy figures glide silently accross the barren sand, gliding over minefields, buried sensors, past robot manned guard towers, invisible to radar, visible light, even the dogs that roam the double row chain link fence take no notice, make no alarm. A highway looms in the distance, the figures hesitate for a moment and levitate just enough to clear the electrified, razor wire topped perimeter fence. Making no sound they silently slip through the door to the dimly lit Bistro on the side of the road. Screams erupt only to be stifled in mid-gurgle. The sound of breaking glass rings all tinkley in the cool Septembee desert air. A pickup pulls up, the stooped, balding, rumpled Sheriff steps out of the door, hitches up his pants, which have been dragged down to his hips by the weight of the 12" barreled .44 Magnum he carries on his makeshift gunbelt.
He cocks his head and listen's. Dam he thinks.....JJ's bar is un-characteristically quiet for a Friday night. And what is that God-awful smell in the air, smells like rotting compost heap or a dreadfully backed up septic tank! He looks at his watch....4:45 am. sheesh...still over an hour till he gets off. He walks to the door, listening intently for any sign of merriment. Silence, except for the sound of stripper music from the thumping sound system,greets his ears. That smell!! getting stronger, definately a sewage spill of some sort! He reaches for the door knob, his hand just slips around it achieving no grip at all. Wow...don't think I'll be getting any biscuits and gravy here this morning....and what is up with this door...some kids pulling a school boy prank. He starts to wipe his hand off on his blue jeans and suddenly notices the smell is coming from his hand. Oh hell no...not crap on the door handle!!! He moves to the desert floor beside the bar, grabs a handfull of sand and proceeds to scour the slimey, smelly gook off of his hand. He catches a shadowy movement towards the back of the bar, resting his hand on the cannon on his hip, he moves cautiously to the back. With cat like grace, he approaches the side door. There is light coming out of the doors window, a strange greenish blue light that shimmers and glows at the same time. What the hell? he thinks. Is this just a school boy prank or is something amiss. He considers calling for backup, but his deputy is probably still doing "health" checks at the local brothel and it wouldn't be proper to interrupt a man in the midst of "inspecting" the girls credentials. He places the barrel of his cannon against the door and gently starts to open it. A blast of hot, humid air hit's him in the face and he immediately retches in his mouth and spittle flows freely to cover the door. He steps back and wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Well something is definately wrong inside. He take's in a couple deep breaths, in preparation for a headlong charge through the door hoping to avoid the over powering stench of the obviously overlowing bathroom located at the back of the bar. With gunbarrel leveled waist high, he charges through the door and run's into a quivering, spongelike mass of FLESH!!
"Not Bad" says the larger of the two entities, but the hard silver thing is in-edible.
"Yeah and those tubular things with the liquid in them just don't digest very well" says the smaller of the two. "But the organic life here is quite tasty, much more substantial than they fed us in that compound before it was abandoned"
"What do you think we should do about the others we left behind?"
"Forget 'em, we got all the nutrition out of them that we could before we left!"
"and what about those 4 legged things that tried to approach us at the magnetic enengy field?"
" I didn''t leave very much of mine, did you leave much of yours?"
" No but it was very tasty in a strange kind of way, tasted a little like oak bark!"
Sunrise threatens and slowly a dim light starts to spread accross the desert landscape. The Deputy is headed back to the station , hurrying, to clock out and meet the Sherrif at JJ's for their usual Saturday morning breakfast meeting. He sees the Sheriff's pick up parked in front of JJ's and presses a little harder on the gas. Better get to the station and clock out so he can get back before the Sheriff eats all the biscuits and gravy JJ makes special for his morning customers. Been the same 6 people as long as he can remember. JJ, Doper, Chaos, Arch, Smiley (the Sherif) and himself. Whooeee....smells like JJ's haveing septic tank problems again. I'll have to get the Sheriff on the radio befor e I head in there might not be such a good day for eating breakfast there today. JJ must have gotten his new black light's put up for the girls dance floor, it's making those windows absolutely glow and man o man that smell is over powering. Maybe he should bring a gas mask or two from the office back here just incase somebody is inside over come by the smell.
The Deputy exits his vehicle with gas mask on and moves toward the front door. Spotting the iridiscent green slime on the door..he kicks it open and drops on one kn ee to survey the scene. Heaps of what appears to be offal are scattered accross the floor, all covered with the same green iridiscent slime, it's all over the bar, the floor, the chairs, everything.
"Joe! Joe! are you in here?' No answer! He moves towards the back of the bar, slipping in the slime he falls down. He feels this overwhelming presence and opens his eye's to see this large, plant like figure hovering over him. The smell starts to permeate even the gas mask he has on his face. He remains motionless, observing holding his breath till it feels like his lungs are about to burst. Slowly he exhales and starts a slow even inhalation, hoping that the "entity" will not notice. He feela a wetness on his legs and resists the urge to kick and crawl away, but feels as though his energy is waning by the second. Strange he thinks in his last moments of conciousness, the black light's aren't really Black!
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| | Sister's sisters....acorns that do not drop far from the tree | | | Wednesday, October 21, 2009 (6:57 AM)
(I'm feeling amused) | | In a recent news broadcast, it was announced that Lorena Bobbitt's sister Louella
Was arrested for an alleged attempt to perform the same act on her husband
as her famous sister had done several years ago.
Sources reveal the sister was not as accurate as Lorena.
She allegedly missed the target and stabbed her husband in the upper
thigh causing severe muscle and tendon damage.
The husband is reported to be in serious, but stable
condition, and Louella has been charged with ....
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A Misdewiener!
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