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  • lczarnik 01:46 on January 5, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    Happy Xmas 

    Thanks for your lovely thought and wishes.  Back at you.

    Larry & Colleen

    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 23 December 2011 21:01
    Subject: Fwd: Happy Xmas

    A Merry Christmas to you all, Hoping it will be an enjoyable day  with family and friends.We will be thinking of you all on the day with warm memories. So be warned have a great day
    Merry Christmas From all of us here. Adam ,Faye, Jason, Matt & Zeus (the dog)
  • lczarnik 01:10 on November 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    What ‘spin’ really means ! 

    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 3 November 2011 11:39
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: Fw: What 'spin' really means !


    No matter what side of the political fence you're on, THIS is FUNNY and VERY telling! It just all depends on how you look at the same things.

    Judy Rudd an amateur genealogy researcher in south east Queensland , was doing some personal work on her own family tree. She discovered that exPrime Minister Kevin Rudd’s great-great uncle, Remus Rudd, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Melbourne in 1889. Both Judy and Kevin Rudd share this common ancestor.

    The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows at the Melbourne Gaol.


    On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription:
    'Remus Rudd horse thief, sent to Melbourne Gaol 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Melbourne-Geelong train six times. Caught by Victoria Police Force, convicted and hanged in 1889.'

    So Judy recently e-mailed ex-Prime Minister Rudd for information about their great-great uncle, Remus Rudd.


    Believe it or not, Kevin Rudd's staff sent back the following biographical sketch for her genealogy research:

    "Remus Rudd was famous in Victoria during the mid to late 1800s. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Melbourne-Geelong Railroad.
    Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad.
    In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the Victoria Police Force. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honour when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed."

    NOW That’s how it's done, Folks!

    That's real POLITICAL SPIN.





  • lczarnik 12:42 on November 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Papa Duck 

    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 1 November 2011 12:52
    Subject: Fwd: Papa Duck'





      LIFE THOUGHTS  BY                  'Papa Duck'



    I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with 'Guess' on it.
    So I said 'Implants?'

    She hit me.

    How come we choose from just
      two people to run for Prime Minister and over fifty for Miss   Australia ?

      Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants

    I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!

    When I was young we used to go 'skinny dipping,' now I just 'chunky dunk.'

    Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.

    Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over? AMEN, AMEN !!

    Why is it that our children
    can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?

    A completely brilliant question!!!!!!!

    Wouldn't you know it…..
    Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever.

    Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed outside?

    Another completely brilliant question!!!!

    Bumper sticker of the year:
    'If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it's in English, thank a soldier'

    This is a very special statement!!!!!!!!!



    And remember: life is like a roll of toilet paper.

    The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

    Ya just might want to pass this along….










  • lczarnik 20:04 on September 17, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    The cow, ant, and old fart… 

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    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 17 September 2011 11:21
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: The cow, ant, and old fart…










    The Cow, an Ant, and an Old Fart

    A  cow, an ant, and an old fart are debating as to whom the greatest of the three of them is.

    The  cow said, "I give 20 quarts of milk every day  and that's why I am the greatest!"





    The  ant said, "I work day and night, summer and  winter, I can carry 52 times my own weight and  that's

    why I am the greatest!"  









    Why  are you scrolling down?  It's your turn to  say something.  


  • lczarnik 01:03 on September 14, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 13 September 2011 22:21
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: RUGBY WORLD CUP 2011



  • lczarnik 08:42 on August 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Big fish litlle fish cardboard box 

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    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 25 August 2011 09:58
    Subject: Fwd: FW: Big fish litlle fish cardboard box



    What Lurks in the Swan River !….

    You've got to see this:



    This Sturgeon is Still alive, just worn out from the fight.  They turned him loose after the photo.


    This Sturgeon was caught on the Swan just near
    Fremantle City two weeks ago.  It weighed out at over 1,000 lbs and measured out at 11'1'. It was 56'' around the girth  and took over 6 and a half hours, & 4 dozen beers, for the 4 guys taking turns at the reeling it in. Tony Harben did a fantastic job of reeling it in which took just over four hours.

    Any Sturgeon OVER about five feet has to be released unharmed and cannot be removed from the water.

    They are brood breeding stock and probably older than most of us. This one maybe 100 years old.


















  • lczarnik 00:12 on May 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Poem – How True…. and sad 

    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 11 May 2011 09:35
    Subject: Fwd: FW: Poem – How True…. and sad





    When an old man died in the chronic ward of a nursing home in Ontario , Canada   , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

    Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every Nurse,RPN & PSW in the nursing home. 
    One nurse took her copy to 
    Calgary . 

    The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the Canadian Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based 
    on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

    And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.


    Crabby Old Man…

    What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
    What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
    A crabby old man . . . .. . not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

    Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
    When you say in a loud voice . .. . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
    Who seems not to notice . . . . .. the things that you do.
    And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

    Who, resisting or not . . . .. . lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
    Is that what you're thinking? . .. . . . Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.

    I'll tell you who I am. . . . .. . As I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding, . . . .. . as I eat at your will.
    I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters . . . . .. who love one another.

    A young boy of Sixteen . .. . . with wings on his feet.
    Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
    A groom soon at Twenty . . . . .. my heart gives a leap.
    Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

    At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
    Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
    A man of Thirty . .. . . .. My young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

    At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,
    But my woman's beside me . .. . . . to see I don't mourn.
    At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
    Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.

    Dark days are upon me . . . . .. my wife is now dead.
    I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
    For my young are all rearing . .. . . . young of their own.
    And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.

    I'm now an old man . .. . . .. and nature is cruel.
    Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
    There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

    But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
    And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
    I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
    And I'm loving and living . . . .. . life over again.

    I think of the years, all too few . . . . .. gone too fast.
    And accept the stark fact . .. . . that nothing can last.
    So open your eyes, people .. . .. . . open and see.
    Not a crabby old man .. .. . Look closer . . . see ME!!

    Remember this poem when you next meet an older person, that you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. 

    We will all, one day, be there, too!

    If we live long enough.


    The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. 

    They must be felt by the heart. 



























  • lczarnik 00:10 on February 25, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Atheist in the woods 

    ——— Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 9 September 2010 16:27
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: Atheist in the woods



    An atheist was walking through the woods.

    'What majestic trees!
    'What powerful rivers!
    'What beautiful animals!
    He said to himself.

    As he was walking alongside the river,
     he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him.

    He turned to look. He saw a 7-foot grizzly bear charge towards him.


    He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing in on him.

    He looked over his shoulder again and the bear was even closer.

    He tripped and fell on the ground.

    He rolled over to pick himself up but saw that the bear was right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw and raising his right paw to strike him…  


    At that instant the Atheist cried out, 
    'Oh my God!'

    Time Stopped.
    The bear froze.
    The forest was silent.

    As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky.

    'You deny my existence for all these years, teach others I don't exist and even credit creation to cosmic accident.' 
    'Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament?  Am I to count you as a believer?'

    The atheist looked directly into the light, 'It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps you could make the BEAR a Christian?'

    'Very well,' said the voice.

    The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. And the bear dropped his right paw, brought both paws together, bowed his head and spoke:  


    'For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful, Amen.'  



  • lczarnik 00:04 on January 20, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    The fairy 

    Boy am I (Larry) glad I know that fairies are female!

    ———- Forwarded message ———-
    From: Adam & Faye
    Date: 20 December 2010 12:01
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: FW: The fairy
     Subject: Fw: The fairy



    40 years of marriage..

    A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.
    Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table. She said, ‘For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.’

                                                     The wife answered, ‘Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband
    The fairy waved her magic wand and – poof! – two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.


    The husband thought for a moment: ‘Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I’m sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.
    The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish.


    So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof!…the husband became 92 years old.

          The moral of this story:

     Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember fairies are female…..



  • lczarnik 11:36 on January 17, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    A happy Christmas from a Computer geek 

    This is a Xmas light show!!!
    As the story goes, the guy that owns this house lives north of Cincinnati, Ohio.

    Police were constantly being called for traffic jams and accidents in the neighborhood so they asked him to shut it down during certain hours.

    Instead he started charging by car load to pay off duty police to be there and direct traffic.
    The guy is supposedly a real computer GEEK, and also a great decorator!

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