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A boy went up to his father and asked him...

"Dad, what is the difference between potentially and realistically?"

The father thought for a moment, then answered, "Go ask your mother if she
would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. "Then ask your sister if
she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and then, ask your
brother if he'd sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Come back and
tell me what you learn from that."

So the boy went to his mother and asked, "Would you sleep with Brad Pitt
for a million dollars?"
The mother replied, "Of course I would! We could really use that money to
fix up the house and send you kids to a great University!"

The boy then went to his sister and asked, "Would you sleep with Brad Pitt
for a million dollars?"
The girl replied, "Oh my God! I LOVE Brad Pitt I would sleep with him in a
heartbeat, are you nuts?!?!? "

The boy then went to his brother and asked, "Would you sleep with Brad Pitt
for a million dollars?"
"Of course," the brother replied. "Do you know how much a million bucks
would buy?"

The boy pondered the answers for a few days, then went back to his dad.

His father asked him, "Did you find out the difference between potentially
and realistically?"

The boy replied....

"Yes... Potentially, you and I are sitting on Three Million
Dollars........but Realistically,......... we're living with two Sluts and
a Queer!

CRY
Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas . sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it."

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"

"Not zackley . but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.

Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing ! my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, shetook my hand and led me to the casket.

Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.! They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.

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Comments:

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PrincessKissy

Jul 6 @ 10:48PM  
GET HER LAID
Ohhhhhh FFS... would someone PLEASE go to OHIO and fuck Looking4funat45 already????
NachoBaby

Jul 6 @ 10:54PM  
I unno about her but I'm cryin.
Ewe_Wish

Jul 6 @ 10:58PM  
YOU ARE BAD BAD BAD BAD!!! LMAO

There I was crying my eyes out over that marble story tho i have heard it before and than move down to the first comment. I am shocked, I am outraged, I am so thankful your my friend.
PrincessKissy

Jul 6 @ 11:02PM  
*doing her best to stay on key*

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for
ladybootscooter

Jul 6 @ 11:06PM  
Ok I confess I skipped the marble story! That one always makes me cry!!!
Good Blog PK
BigFlirt

Jul 6 @ 11:07PM  
NightOfOld

Jul 6 @ 11:47PM  

I'm on my way PK can't stop to comment on your blog or I'll lose out on L4f45
PrincessKissy

Jul 6 @ 11:49PM  
Go Chuck GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *passes him a Red Bull for energy as he sprints past*
NightOfOld

Jul 6 @ 11:56PM  

Damn PK had me so excited, .. I triped and pole vaulted right over Ohio
borty293

Jul 7 @ 1:04AM  
I cried so much...I peed red marbles
wtxman

Jul 7 @ 2:50AM  
,a kudo for you.
Argit01

Jul 7 @ 4:33AM  
Ohhhhhh FFS... would someone PLEASE go to OHIO and fuck Looking4funat45 already????
Er I take it I am excluded on this one lest I lose my nuts to a cleaver!
casuallylooking

Jul 7 @ 4:47AM  

I think everyone is waiting to read this weeks review first..........
Hey, Dayna..... LOL
sumdaysoon

Jul 7 @ 5:02AM  
a laugh, a tear, and a hard-on.........
TomJ4458

Jul 7 @ 5:06PM  
Beautiful story Princess. I can really remember the mom and pop stores here. Had two of them close by and if you didn't have any money at the time the owners, who knew you would let you get stuff "on account" and pay them back when you could. Makes ya kinda miss them good ol' days.

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