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- HONOR ROLL - We was playin poker on the stoop the other day, man I was HONOROLL.
- PLANET - I got me some seed to grow weed, so I PLANET in the backyard.
- DISMAY - I went for a blood test, the doctor pulled out a big needle. He said, "DISMAY hurt a little."
- OMELETTE - Every time I start a new job, OMELETTE go after a week.
- STAIRWAY - When me and my homies get high, we STAIRWAY into space.
- MOBILE - I went to buy crack, I was short on cash, my man said, "Gimme one MOBILE."
- DEFENSE - I ran from the cops, and hopped DEFENSE and got away.
- AFRO - I got so mad at my bitch, AFRO a lamp at her.
- AFTERMATH - I like to be high in school, so AFTERMATH I go to the field and smoke weed.
- LOCKET - I slam the door so hard, I LOCKET.
- DOMINEERING - My girly's birthday was yesterday, I got her a DOMINEERING.
- KENYA - I needed change fo the subway, so I axe a stranger KENYA spare some change.
- DERANGE - DERANGE is where da deer and antelope play.
- DATA - At my basketball game, I scored thirty points. My coach said, "DATA boy!"
- COPULATE - I called 911 and an hour later when they show up, I said, "COPULATE!"
- FASCINATE - My girly's titties are so big. Her shirt has ten buttons, she can only FASCINATE.
- BEWARE - I asked the man at the unemployment office, "Is this BEWARE I get a job?"
- DIMENSION - I be tall, dark, handsome and not DIMENSION hung like a horse.
- COATROOM - The judge said, "One more outburst like that, and you'll be thrown out the COATROOM."
- DECIDE - I like Wanda and Yolanda, but I like to have a couple of bitches on DECIDE.
https://www.independent.ie/world-news/americas/mafia-put-bounty-on-head-of-ex-mayor-giuliani-30051961.html Mafia put bounty' on head of ex-mayor Giuliani: Former New York CIty Mayor Rudy Giuliani The Italian mafia plotted to murder Rudy Giuliani, the former mayor of New York, a turncoat has told investigators. The assassination was ordered by Toto 'The Beast' Riina, the then head of Cosa Nostra in Sicily and one of the most feared mafia godfathers. The plan was drawn up in the mid-1980s when Mr Giuliani was working as a federal prosecutor, before he was elected mayor of New York City in 1994. The mafia was alarmed that Giuliani was forging close links with anti-mafia prosecutors in Italy, including Giovanni Falcone. Falcone paid dearly for his investigations into organised crime in southern Italy – he was blown up in 1992 by a massive roadside bomb outside Palermo, the Sicilian regional capital. The claims were made to Italian investigators this week by Rosario Naimo, a mafia "pentito" or informant, who allegedly acted as a middle-man between Cosa Nostra and its interests in the US. He was interviewed in recent days at a secret location by prosecutors based in Palermo. He said that Riina sent a message to him in the mid-1980s, ordering him to approach the Gambinos, the New York crime family, and ask for their permission to kill Mr Giuliani, who had established a reputation for aggressive investigations into organised crime in New York. Naimo said the plan was never acted upon because he warned Riina that if Mr Giuliani was murdered, the American authorities would "annihilate the mafia". The account by Naimo appears to corroborate claims made recently by Mr Giuliani that the mafia put out an $800,000 bounty on his head, although he maintained that the threat to his life came after he was made mayor. Mr Giuliani (69), whose grandparents were Italian immigrants, told Oprah Winfrey on her cable TV channel in November that the contract was put out during his first year in office. "They offered $800,000 to kill me. Then, toward the end of the time I was the mayor, a particular mafia guy who we convicted and put in jail for 100 years put out a contract to kill me for $400,000." ATTACK The former Republican politician, who was named 'Time' magazine's Person of the Year in 2001 for the leadership he showed during and after the September 11 terrorist attack in 2001 on the Twin Towers, joked: "I kind of felt bad that I went down in value. I started at 800, I went down to 400." He was targeted because of his work as a US Attorney, he said. "I don't think anybody prosecuted more mafia members than I did. Certainly, no one sent them to prison for the lengthy periods of time that I did." The law finally caught up with Riina, who was the "boss of bosses" of Cosa Nostra. He has been in prison for murder and other crimes since 1993. But he continues to make threats from behind bars against the current generation of anti-mafia prosecutors, (©Daily Telegraph, London)
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we Baa, baa, baa
.......( someone who knows how to post the tune, have at it)
*Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em, boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!)
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing will stop the U.S. Air Force!
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Hands of men blasted the world asunder;
How they lived God only knew! (God only knew then!)
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before And bombers galore. Hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force! **
O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties above thy fruited plain America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea
O beautiful for patriot dream that sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea *
O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties above thy fruited plain America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea
O beautiful for patriot dream that sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea
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You will be misunderstood a lot. Whether it’s the inability to communicate your thoughts in a way that is easily received, or that your articulations are just flat-out cryptic in nature; many times people will just not understand what you’re saying. “Never mind” is a phrase that you will use way too often.
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You’ll likely always be frustrated about something. You don’t get to go through life apathetically. There is always something wrong – something to be fixed; something to change. But chances are, you can’t change it by yourself. So you think about these things a lot. Sometimes you’ll tell others about these things too. But it only leads to (1) so you start keeping many things to yourself.
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Happiness will be a lot harder. Likely because of (2). It will be an everyday struggle to not want to just give up on humanity and live in a cave by yourself. You don’t seem to fit in the world so easily, and you certainly can’t fake it as much as everyone else.
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You’ll have anti-social quirks or tendencies. Whether it’s talking to yourself in public or having a leg shake when you’re deeply focused on something; certain habits or traits will likely cause people to think you’re weird. And not in a good/fun/endearing way.
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Everyone will remember all the times that you get something wrong, and they will never let you forget it! People might even be looking for loopholes and failures in your conversations. When they find them, you shall be berated gleefully. And lo, and behold when they don’t find them, you will be labeled a “know-it-all.”
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You’ll be hard on yourself when you don’t “get things.” After all, you’re intelligent; understanding things and being imaginative or creative or critical is not “supposed” to be difficult. But no matter how smart you are, there will be things that you don’t get. And they will keep you up and night and cause you to believe that you’re losing your brainpower.
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Few will get your sense of humor. Or you’ll be so funny that people will inevitably miss the hidden sentiments in your humor. Both will make you weep for humanity.
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You’ll always feel like you’re supposed to do great things and feel worthless when you don’t. Intelligent people can be successful people but not always; maybe not even often. Sometimes they just don’t have the motivation. Many times, the pressure is just too much to bear and you’d just rather lie in bed all day and think about things – imaginative, cryptic things.
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Because intelligent people aren’t always successful people, (and even when they are) you might be subordinate to people whose intellect is well, in need of development. And whether it’s in formal institutions or everyday interactions, you will be both humble, as well as saddened that this is your reality till the day that you die.
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It’s a lose-lose situation in terms of your identity. You can’t call yourself intelligent without being seen as an arrogant prick. But you also can’t also call yourself otherwise, without everyone seeing you as pretentious. And half the time, you’re not even defining yourself by your intelligence, other people are. But the minute you take the time to address it, you’re pompous. You’re silent? You’re summoned to speak. You talk? You’re being smug. Nope, you can’t win. Ever. Which is sad because being smart is supposed to be fun; but really, it just ends up feeling like a lot of boring and painful work. (https:///thoughtcatalogue.com)
Can some computer guy can figure out a way to trace remote vote hacking. I think highly possible that some hacker was connected into their computer software and adjusted votes as needed. I read somewhere that Soros owned software connected to the voting machines. P.S. I am sick and weary, but trying to push on......
From the Halls of Montezuma To the Shores of Tripoli; We fight our country's battles In the air, on land and sea; First to fight for right and freedom And to keep our honor clean; We are proud to claim the title of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setting sun; We have fought in ev'ry clime and place Where we could take a gun; In the snow of far-off Northern lands And in sunny tropic scenes; You will find us always on the job-- The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps Which we are proud to serve In many a strife we've fought for life And never lost our nerve; If the Army and the Navy Ever look on Heaven's scenes; They will find the streets are guarded By United States Marines.
UP WE GO INTO THE WILD BLUE YONDER, FLYING HIGH INTO THE SUN....!
acta non verba ad victoriam
O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties above thy fruited plain America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea
O beautiful for patriot dream that sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears America, America, God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea