A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was
a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very
little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for
a Ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.

She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she
decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the
house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every
day and knew a lot about ranching.

For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.

Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done a
Really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and
Kick up your heels.'

The hire d hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.

One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired
Hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room,
he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine,
waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her. 'Unbutton my blouse and take it off,'
She said. Trembling, he did as she directed. 'Now take off my boots.' He
did as she asked, ever so slowly. 'Now take off my socks.'

He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. 'Now take off
My skirt.' He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the
fire light. 'Now take off my bra.' Again, with trembling hands, he did as he
was told and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town
Again, you're fired.'

Is there not one member of this government that never stands up for what they believe in? Here

Officer, this is how the fight started...

I rear-ended the car in front of me. I admit that. It was my fault
So, we both pull over to the side of the road, and slowly the driver
of the car I hit gets out of his car. . . and you know how you
just-get-so-stressed... and life...sometimes life seems
like... suddenly funny?

Well, the driver of the car I hit is a DWARF! He gets out of his car,
and I get out of my car. He is frowning and scowling, and he storms
over to me. Right up close to me he looks up in my face and says, 'I
AM NOT HAPPY!'

And I don't know what possessed me, officer, but I looked down at
him, and I said, 'Well, if you're not Happy -- which one are you?'
and that's when the fight started...

I was reading another blog earlier which reminded me of one of my favourite places, Borth Beach in Wales.

Somewhere where you can walk along for miles and not see another soul.

Womewhere that even in the height of the season, can be desserted.

Somewhere where I can be close to nature.

Where you can see the change in the weather in a moment.

Where the Dolphins will come and visit

Where life can just pass you by in a blink of an eye

I just wish I was there now, walking along with my dogs.

Popped into town this morning, which was busy and full of kids with nothing better to do than to walk around in large groups, shouting and swearing at each other, spitting on the ground and staring at you as though you are something nasty they have just walked in.

Now I am not one to slag of the 'younger' generation, after all we have all been that age at some point in our lives. But did we make others feel threatened by us as some people clearly felt today in town?

One thing I cannot abide is people spitting. I remember complaining about an Asian man spitting in the street once to a friend and being told that it was in the culture to do so. Regardless, to me it is the height of bad manners, when oh when did we star taccepting that anyone could do it.

Is it because we see it on telly? Is it because we watch our footballers do it on the playing field?
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It disgusts me, it really does. So does litter. Is there really any need to throw your can on the ground when you are standing two feet from the bin? Why walk away and pretend that you didn't do it or at least not care. These teenagers today were walking around taking up the entire length of the mall refusing to move as you wanted to go past and if you dared say anything to them then they sneered or laughed at you.

Not a pleasant experience and I hope that my child behaves better when he is out because I would be distraught if I though that he behaved like this. When do we start taking responsibility for what we are doing to future generations.

Right getting off soap box now, son is demanding the computer so he can do some talking to friends on msn studying - there is an English exam looming lol