Little Billy stares at his older brother as he tinkers away with his phone.
“You done don’t look like no bird, so how is it you tweets?” asked the little one.
“Weel, I watched the growed-ups at school, and they sits around a table, none of dem talking wit each oddur, and all of a sudden they are laffin at nothin’. Well I barged in the room and axed dem what dey was laffin at and dey sais dey were tweetin.”
“Well tweet fast, I wants to play a game or sumptin’!” says the impatient one.
In no time at all, Bobby gets tired of all the tweetin and decides to take his little brother and go fishing. Mom, who was standing next to the house at the time laughs at the antics of her kids and decides to see what her oldest has ‘tweeted’. As she reads the screen, she smiles to herself :”Tweet tweet chirp chirp chickadee dee dee”
I just started using Twitter. Thought this little story might give you a laugh.
His boots clicked on the hard, dry pavement as he exited his truck. I could hear his footsteps as he slowly scanned the area and walked toward me. He didn’t come to my rescue at first, rather he went directly to the animal.
The Caribou squealed in pain, its limbs broken, its body battered and bloodied. The man held the animal in his arms, saying a prayer while he shed tears for the suffering beast. A loud cry came from the side of the road, as a larger animal, perhaps the mother of the injured deer said goodbye to her baby. I watched as he removed a long blade from the leather sheath that dangled from his belt. He took the knife and quickly cut the throat of the suffering animal. Everything went silent and its body went still. With that, the herd moved on, leaving the slain one behind.
I was most amazed at his strength, as he heaved the animal over his shoulders and into the back of his pickup. He walked over to where I lay, bent down and smelled my breath. When he detected the smell of whiskey, he spat on me and walked away, leaving me to bleed to death on the lonely highway.
I tried to call out to him, begging him for help, but he said nothing. He simply walked back to his truck and drove away.
In early Autumn Mushroom Mike would be found bent over, picking ‘magic-mushrooms’.
Mike spent his entire life in search of the ultimate high. Magic-mushrooms began to lose their appeal, so he decided to try Egg Mushrooms, found only on Ol’ Harry’s farm.
Harry had a reputation of being unruly. When he noticed Mike’s ass sticking out of the tall grass near the barn, he took action. A barrel of buckshot in the cheek was all it took to get Mike on his way. Harry laughed as Mike ran through the fields, holding his ass and crying.
if you could do yourself a tiny favour. If you smoke, could you take the time to remove the cigarette pack from your pocket or purse, and beat the damn thing up?
Could you take this day to be smoke free, even if it means a bit of personal suffering on your part? Could you do this for the sick and dying in hospitals, all due to the terrible addiction called smoking?
Do this not only for those sick and dying in our hospitals because of smoking, but for their families and friends and for those who love and care for them. Do this not only for your own health, but for your children, your families, your friends, and for those who love and care about you. Those are the ones who suffer most, feeling helpless and forced to watch and endure all the pain you have to suffer because of your nicotine habit.
One day, that’s all I ask. Do this to prove to the cigarette companies and to the governments who continue to profit from your addiction that you are strong and that you can give up smoking. Show them that you care about yourself and most of all about your families and friends who love you.