From the March 5 edition of a favorite blog, Wordsmith.org: Poet Carl Sandburg once described slang as “a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work.” Nothing wrong with words in a tie and suit, but sometimes only slang can do the job.
And a new addition to the Blogs I like list: Photographs, poetry, musings at http://photosbymartina.wordpress.com Thanks to Pat Bean for mentioning this in the Bean’s Pats section of her blog.
The following showed up in my spam box from a couple of old sailors hanging out in Mexico.
EIGHT THOUGHTS TO PONDER
Life is sexually transmitted.
Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich .
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks, months, maybe years.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospitals, dying of nothing.
All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
In the 60’s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
And The Number 1 Thought
Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers–what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
– – – and as someone recently said to me:
“Don’t worry about old age–it doesn’t last that long.”