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Name: josh
Birthday: 8/13/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: video games, shooting, music, Internet, Oreo pie, eating, sleeping, paintball, taking things apart, trying to put them back together, messing with freinds downstairs, RVB, fishing, games of all kinds, camping and motorcycles
Expertise: i can work on cars pretty good, memorizing useless facts, simpsons, and dieing by taters hands at halo 2,
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Research
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Member Since:
1/14/2005
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| This explains
why we forward emails.
A man and his dog were walking along a
road.
The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly
occurred to
him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog
walking
beside him had been dead for years. He wondered
where the road
was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white
stone
wall along one side of the road. It looked
like fine marble. At the top
of a long hill, it was
broken by a tall arch that glowed in the
sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a
magnificent gate
in the arch that looked like
mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to
the gate
looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward
the gate,
and as he got closer, he saw a man at a
desk to one side.
When he
was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This
is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have
some water?"
the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and
I'll have
some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the
gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his
dog,
"come in, too?" the traveler asked.!
"I'm sorry, sir, but we
don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned
back
toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with
his
dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of
another
long hill, he came to a dirt road leading
through a farm gate that
looked as if it had never
been closed. There was no fence.
As he
approached the gate, he saw a man
inside, leaning against a tree and
reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you
have
any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come
on
in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler
gestured to the
dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through
the gate, and sure enough,
there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a
bowl
beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took
a
long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they
were full, he and the dog walked
back toward the man who was
standing
by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the
traveler
asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well,
that's confusing," the traveler said.
"The man down the road said that
was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street
and
pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell disguised as
Heaven."
"Doesn't it
make you mad for them to use your
name like that?"
"No, we're just
happy that they screen out the
folks who would leave their best friends
behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends
keep
forwarding emails to us without writing a word.
Maybe
this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to
keep
in touch, guess what you do? You forward emails.
When you
have nothing to say, but still want
to keep contact, you forward
emails.
When you have something to say, but don't know
what, and
don't know how, you forward emails.
Also to let
you know that you
are still remembered, you
are still important, you are still loved, you
are
still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded
email.
So, next time if you get a email, don't think
that you've
been sent just another forwarded email,
but that you've been thought of
today and your
friend on the other end of your computer wanted to
send
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| X3WARNING!!!
If you know the back story of X-Men you will be disappointed with the movie. They venture far from the comics. If you can put that aside it is decent.
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| If you can read this, you have a strange mind too Can you raed tihs?
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a
wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be
in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed
it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh?
yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!
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| Let me set how my day went down. first we only got one print of Medea's
in so that meant we interlocked the movies so it could run in two
theatres. Second yesterday suck it up bad. Today we started the day of
by making 13,000 dollars in two hours. I couldn't tear their tickets
fast enough. Then the cleaning rush was assed out completely. Then went
on break(the only easy part). Had another cleaning rush that was worse.
Then as soon as they thought we were good the projector in Medea's
broke causing both movies to stop for about 15 minutes. They gave
refund tickets to all the people. Then another cleaning that made me
want to die. Then the projector broke again so one theatre couldn't
even play it so more refund tickets and they even refunded the peoples
concessions. People were just asses to us workers even though they knew
we couldn't do anything about it. I got off of work at around 1:00 and
went to waffle house where I rang up a 12 dollar check. In total we
gave out seven to eight hundred refund tickets and like six hundred
dollars back from concessions. The only thing that got me through the
end was that carmike had lost money big time.
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