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Friends?

Please bear with me while I vent a little..... Most of the people on my friends list are people whom requested to be MY friend. Some people on my friends list I did request to be my friend. I try to treat my friends like someone that I care about. I drop by to say hello frequently, or rate their photos. I try to rate complete folders, that way I know that one is done unless you add more photos to it. In that case, I do return to check that I am still current with rating your pics. I also rate your stash, and buy you gifts. Now, I will admit....that I don't buy gifts for the return gift. However, I rate your photos because I do like what you have posted ~ AND ~ I am also hoping for the return ratings for my photos. I do search the web high and low for photos that are not common. I try to post photos that are not flying all over the net and everyone has seen them. I like pics that are a little different and interesting. I would never rate anything less than a 10. I even rate 10s on pics that aren't my cup of tea. If I really don't like the pic.....I simply won't rate it......that simple. Another thing is I would never flag your pic as NSFW. I am mature and can handle seeing pics that are NSFW. Someone on my friends list has flagged several of my pics as NSFW. I deleted one complete folder, simply because I was tired of the bouncers threatening to delete my account. Now, I know that this was a "friend" because those folders are marked for friends only. Many people have enjoyed the benefit of me rating complete folders of photos, and for many I have rated ALL of their photos......It would be nice if they could come over to rate at least some of mine. I try to keep my folders small so that it doesn't take a lot of time to rate my stuff, or you can rate a few and then return and rate more later on when you have more time. I try to show my friends respect. I just wish that I could expect the same in return. A BIG Thank You to those who have supported me.....You know who you are. I love you bunches :D Thanks for your time, and for listening to me rant a little. Hugs XXOO

Application for a raise

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons: I do physical labor. I work at great depths. I plunge headfirst into everything I do. I do not get weekends or public holidays off. I work in a damp environment. I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation. I work in high temperatures. My work exposes me to contagious diseases. Sincerely, P. Niss The Response: Dear P. Niss, After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, The administration rejects your request for the following reasons: You do not work 8 hours straight. You fall asleep after brief work periods. You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations. You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working. You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift. You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing. You will retire well before you are 65. You are unable to work double shifts. You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed your assigned task. And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags. Sincerely, V. Gina

Cleaning Up Friends List

Hey, what's happening? I'm cleaning up my friends list, because I am tired of the people who never leave me a comment, never send me a message, or even wish me a happy birthday. I know that a friend's list can get long, and people get buried in it. But when I leave a comment on someone's page over and over and I never hear from them......well, it tends to feel one sided. People like the comments I leave for them, because I use quality photos, or great graphics. But when I don't ever hear from them....it tends to make one feel like perhaps this friend doesn't care for me..... since my comments, messages, rates, gifts or whatever go unanswered. If you want to be my friend, then please let me know that you are a friend, and not a friend collector. If you are still on my friends list.... congratulations. But I am also still working on the clean-up. I'm just tired of all the names and faces I have to look thru (to leave a comment to a friend that has gotten buried in the friend's list) in my "See All" friends that never have a moment to let me know that you have thought of me today, or that continually pass me up when leaving comments for their friends. I do make an effort to comment, message, shout, rate your photos.....something to let someone know that I appreciate their friendship. I have a lot of people on my friend's list that requested me to be their friend, but I have never heard from them beyond their request. I have gone and rated your profile, photos, helped you level up, and you never found a few minutes of your time to return at least some of the love??? To the rest of my friends who are reading this: Thanks for your friendship. I appreciate you as I know that you appreciate me. ♥ ♥ I guess I'm done ranting now.....thanks for taking the time to read my blog today!! Thanks, Tori, aka ♥BitchPal7769♥ or just ♥BitchPal♥

Today's Rank

1/11/08 Today is the first time I had a rank.....#531. Surprised the heck out of me....LOL Just wanted to document it in a blog I guess... I know .....Stupid huh? But how many people can say that they have a ranking.....yeah, I know probably quite a few. whatever........ Have a great day and thanks for taking the time to read my blogs. 1/27/08 Ranked #509 today......lol a little better than a couple of weeks ago.

Proud To Be White

Proud To Be White Someone finally said it. How many are actually paying attention to this? There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. And then there are just - Americans. You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You Call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman," .. And that's OK. But when I call you Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink .. You call me a racist. You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live? You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin Luther King Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi. You Have Yom Hashoah. You have the NAACP. And you have BET. If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) .. We'd be racists. If we had a White Pride Day .. You would call us racists. If we had White History Month .. We'd be racists. If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" OUR lives . .. We'd be racists. We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that? If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships .. You know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly-proclaimed Black-only Colleges in the US , yet if there were "White-only Colleges" .. THAT would be a racist college. In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, .. You would call us racists. You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride .. You call us racists. You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer who is running from the LAW and posing a threat to ALL of society .. You call him a racist. I am proud. .. But, you call me a racist. Why is it that only whites can be racists? This was sent to me in an email.....I just had to blog it since there is so much truth to it!! Thanks Rick XXOO

I Believe.....

Some things I believe in - . . I believe - . . that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I believe -. . . that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I believe -. . . that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I believe -. . . that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I believe -. . . that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I believe -. . . that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up. I believe -. . . that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. I believe -. . . that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. I believe -. . . that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I believe -. . . that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. I believe -. . . that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. I believe -. . . that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. I believe -. . . two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe -. . . that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe -. . . that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help. I believe -. . . that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I believe -. . . that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. (These are not my words, but I could not have said it better)

Leather

Some think bikers are mean, Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans. You don't like our patches or the clothes that we wear, You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair. You don't like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes, You think we're not loyal to the Stars and Stripes. You don't like our patches that are worn on our vests, You think we're so different from all the rest. But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike, You drive a car and I ride a bike. You have no tattoos of our uncle sam, But we fought side by side in Viet Nam. So the next time your children are running around, Enjoy their freedom, and the fun that they've found. Remember us bikers and all that we do, We feed our lost veterans, we're red white and blue! We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile, By riding our bikes for miles and miles. You see, us bikers have never forgot, Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots. We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's, We will always wear black from our heads to our toes. Society once said that long hair was for fags, But you'll never see a biker burning a flag. Now the tattoos and leather you don't understand, Stands for free independence that us bikers demand. Our long hair and patches and bikes with loud pipes, Is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and the Stripes. So before you make up your mind on just what I might be, Take a look in the mirror and what do you see? The man that you see that is staring right back, Is not too much different from that biker in black!! ~ Ride Safe ~ Ride Free ~ Rock On!!!

BIKER RULES OF ETIQUETTE

PERSONAL HYGIENE - While ears need to be cleaned regularly, this is a job that should be done in private using one's OWN bike keys. - Proper use of toiletries can forestall bathing for several days However, if you live alone, deodorant is a waste of good money. - Dirt and grease under the fingernails is a social no-no, as they tend to detract from a woman's jewelry and alter the tastes of finger foods. DINING OUT - When decanting wine, make sure that you tilt the paper cup, and pour slowly so as not to "bruise" the fruit of the vine. - If drinking directly from the bottle, always hold it with your fingers covering the label. ENTERTAINING IN YOUR HOME - A centerpiece for the table should never be anything prepared by a taxidermist. - Do not allow the dog to eat at the table...no matter how good his manners are. DATING (Outside the Family) - Always offer to unscrew the top on your dates wine bottle, especially on the first date. Be aggressive. Let her know you are interested: "I've been wanting to go out with you since I read that stuff on the men's bathroom wall two years ago." - Establish with her parents what time she is expected back. Some will say 10:00 PM; Others might say "Monday." If the latter is the answer, it is the man's responsibility to get her to school on time. THEATER ETIQUETTE - Crying babies should be taken to the lobby and picked up immediately after the movie has ended. - Refrain from talking to characters on the screen. Tests have proven they can't hear you. [Courtesy of RUSS See More in the JOKES Section.] WEDDINGS - Livestock, usually, is a poor choice for a wedding gift. - Kissing the bride for more than 5 seconds may get you shot. - For the groom, at least, rent a tux. Leathers with a cummerbund and a clean "show me your tits!" t-shirt can create a tacky appearance. - Though uncomfortable, say "yes" to socks and shoes for this special occasion. DRIVING ETIQUETTE - Dim your headlights for approaching vehicles; Even if the gun is loaded, and the deer is in sight. - When approaching a four-way stop, the vehicle with the largest tires always has the right of way. - Never tow another bike using pantyhose and duct tape. - When sending your wife down the road with a gas can, it is impolite to ask her to bring back beer. - Never relieve yourself from a moving vehicle, especially when driving. - Do not pop a wheelie while traveling in a funeral procession. TIPS FOR ALL OCCASIONS - Never take a beer to a job interview. - Always identify people in your yard before shooting at them. - It's considered tacky to take a cooler to church. - If you have to vacuum the bed, it is time to change the sheets. - Even if you're certain that you are included in the will, it is still considered tacky to drive a U-Haul to the funeral home.

The Biker

When you see us moving past you quickly: Don't take offense or think we're trying to "show off". Ninety five percent of the time, we're trying to get out of your blind spot or taking ourselves out of a potential dangerous situation that has evolved around us. Distancing ourselves from you does not mean we want to race, but that we're giving ourselves the edge we need at the moment. When you hear our horn: Don't take offense or think we're trying to aggravate you. All we're doing is letting you know where we are in relation to you on the road, and we're more than likely aware of your inattentiveness to us while you're talking on a cell phone, eating, reading or involved in some other distracting aspect to your driving. It's important to us, and you, that you know we're there. When you hear our loud pipes: Don't become angry and hostile toward us. Yes, some are quite loud, but for some, there's a purpose behind being loud. It's about letting you know we're close by and we're constantly hoping that our investment in this accessory will help save our lives. Our pipes are really not about our ego...it's a pride and personalization to our form of transportation. When you see us in our clothes: Don't become fearful of us or think us weird. Our leather jackets, chaps, gloves and boots are the barriers between loosing massive amounts of flesh should something cause us to go down...nothing more, nothing less. Safety gear is paramount to our riding. We wear patches on our jackets, and pins on our vests. These are symbols of pride and honor within our group(s), individuals giving back to those who gave. These things bond us as a brotherhood and sisterhood among bikers. Not that we're better than anyone else, but that we have the same kind of nobility and pride in our accomplishments as you may have in the various aspects of your life. I guess one could say; our patches and pins are the decals and the bumper stickers of our involvement with society and the general public, of which we are very pleased to be a part of in our own little way. When you see us in a restaurant: You don't have to shield your child or feel intimidated. We have family, wives, husbands, children and loved ones too, just like you. We smile; we laugh and enjoy the moments we have. We are approachable, and would befriend you, if given the opportunity. When you see us in a parking lot: Don't convince yourself that we're there to "get you". More than likely, we just finished a long ride and are taking a break. Or, we may be meeting up with other riders for a charity run for young children, or another very worthy cause. We may just be admiring one another's bikes, sharing our pride with other brothers and sisters, just like you do with your personal vehicle. It's what we do...it's a part of our lives, and we'd be more than welcome to share with you what riding a bike is all about...if you'd only ask. When you see aggressive riding bikers: Don't put us all in the same stereotypical category as those whose behavior and actions would cause you to react in disgust and intolerance. Many of us do not agree with this style of riding either, and we know and understand that human nature tends to blend us all together as the "same group". Most of us don't want that title...and don't deserve it. When you see a group of bikers on the roadways: Give us the courtesy of sharing the road with you. Please don't "move in" between several bikers in formation. This gets us very excited and nervous, especially when it's done with no due regard for our safety. Provide us with your awareness of the fact that we are much more vulnerable than you. We don't want to challenge you, for all of us are wise enough to know...we'd lose that battle. When you are turning left or entering a roadway/highway: Look, then look again...and then one more time. For we can be easily hidden, and appear to be invisible by such things as a telephone pole, another vehicle, bright lights or the glare of the sun...or possibly, the beads hanging from your rearview mirror, among numerous other items that are displayed there. If you see us flashing our lights at you or blowing our horn, we're only trying to ensure that you will see us before tragedy changes both our lives. When you are behind us: Please give us the room we need and don't tailgate us. If you hit us, we're going down...HARD! We don't want to play games with you, we just want to enjoy the ride and the fresh air, and experience that which many of you have never lived for. If we accelerate away from you, don't interpret this action as though we want to drag race you. We're only trying to take ourselves out of a bad situation if you insist on being too close. When, and if, you experience road rage: Don't take it out on us just because we're smaller than you and more vulnerable. Think about what you're doing and the end result that may become a reality. The consequences of your actions and choices could be very detrimental to our well being, our families, our children and our loved ones. Yes, there are those that can tend to piss you off, however, rage towards them will not solve the issues, but accentuate them. Nine out of ten bikers will do everything they can to take themselves out of that situation without causing you or them harm. When you have an opportunity to talk to us: You'll discover, outside any influenced or stereotypical mindset you may have, that we are just as human as you are, just with different interests and toys. Many of us would give you the shirt off our back if it would tend to brighten your day or console you in some way. We're really no different...and we drive cars, trucks and vans too. So, meet us and greet us...I think you'll be pleasantly surprised that you'll be met with open arms.

The Wedding Ring....LOL

Wedding Ring True Story from Houston Medical Center > > A man went to the ER to have his wedding ring cut off from his penis. > According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girl friend found the ring > in his pants pocket and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to > slip the ring on his penis while he was asleep. > > Now you decide what's worse: > > 1) Having your girl friend find out you're married. > 2) Explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got on your penis. > 3) Or finding out your penis fits through your wedding ring.
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