Can the Adults Please Smoke? - Electrifying Eight — Page 103

I have Skim milk andn normal milk in my fridge right here, both are in cartons, both are pasteurised, and bith are FRESH!

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I came across this poem after many years of forgetting how much I loved it and need to remind myself of these things...so I decided to share with my peeps here.

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--rudyard kipling

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Updated On: 8/15/06 at 09:13 AM

Boobs, it's a lovely poem, but what does it have to do with Half-and-Half?

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Rita's Water Ice sells a Misto

Yes, I always ordered a café au lait in restaurants, but they still didn't "approve." It would have made them nuts if I'd ordered a "café creme"! (Whenever I ordered a café au lait, that's when the waiter would ask me if I was English!)

At home though, I had to make my own Half-and-Half and heat it up in the microwave.

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Yes, Boobs, I see. You are so right. I'm sure they're still talking about me and my bizarre coffee-drinking habits. But "C'est la vie."

They also didn't approve of my son's playing with dolls. It's still an extremely sexist culture, I'm sorry to report.

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I still play with dolls.

You turned out great, Boobs! And so did you, Sommsy! If my son grows up to be like either of you, I'll be happy.

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You aspired to be a brain surgeon?

Or a cosmetologist with Tourette's

Updated On: 8/15/06 at 09:32 AM

My father was a fashion designer. EVERYBODY in my house played with Barbies!

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Maybe you could design clothes for Barbie like Robert on Project Runway...


(Hey Boobs! Long time!)

144 Barbies. If that's what it takes to have my little boy to grow up to be like Jaily, I'd better get shopping.

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