Archive | February 26, 2019

THE SPHINX—OOPS & OTHER STUFF

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https://hotair.com/archives/2019/02/22/daily-show-jussie-smollett-spoof-funny/

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The  Editor:   Is oops about mistakes, LL ?

https://townhall.com/tipsheet/bethbaumann/2019/02/25/supreme-court-smacked-down-the-ninth-circuit-and-progressives-all-with-one-deci-n2542191

It’s Not Right Cat:  Mostly.  Our first article is about a man worth seven  ( 7 ) BILLION dollars who visits a cheap sex shop.

https://www.cheatsheet.com/entertainment/is-robert-kraft-married-and-how-many-children-does-he-have.html/

This type of illegal business is made possible by not enforcing immigration laws and crooked local officials.  Human trafficking is another word for slavery or sex-slavery.

https://www.tcpalm.com/story/news/crime/martin-county/2019/02/22/human-trafficking-florida-sex-spas-tens-millions-dollars/2952861002/

https://www.newsmax.com/newsfront/illegal-center-estimates-border/2019/02/21/id/903711/

Don’t let your buddies get this fat.

https://nypost.com/video/fat-cat-gets-stuck-trying-to-wiggle-through-chair/

Obama’s shrine is meeting opposition.  This is not a presidential library.  The library is on-line.   

https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/federal-judge-delivers-another-blow-to-obamas-presidential-center

The IRS should investigate this SKANK.

https://www.cnsnews.com/news/article/emily-ward/pelosis-chief-staff-speaker-will-release-tax-returns-if-and-when-she-runs

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This is the song I would like played for my Grandsons at my memorial service….It is my dream for them and could not be sung more beautifully by anyone else. -Sheila Tolley-

 

 

 

I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances, but they’re worth takin’
Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin’
Don’t let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance
I hope you dance (Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance (Where those years have gone?)
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance (Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder?)
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No Cheerios, please!

A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard. The 6 year old asks, “You know what? I think it’s about time we started learning to cuss.” The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
The 6 year old continues,”When we go in for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass.”


The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, “Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios.


WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up,and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
His mom locks him in his room and shouts, “You can stay there until I let you out!”

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, “And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?”

“I don’t know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios!”

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