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here is sum more random stuff... argh nooo i mean minsk stuff
"If your parents never had children, chances are you won't either." Dick Cavett.
"In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were REAL men,women were REAL women, and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were REAL small furry creatures from Aplha Centauri."
--The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Edmund: Run for your lives! Run for the hills!
Baldrick: Er, My Lord, they're coming from the hills.
Edmund: Oh, sorry. Run away from the hills! Run away from the hills! If you see the hills, run the other way!
--Blackadder: The Fortelling
The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is because they have a common enemy. - Anon.
It's always darkest before dawn, so if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. -Anon.
America is like a stomach. We all go in different but we all come out the same.
-Thomas
Then, when you have found the shrubbery you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher, so we get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.
Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... Wiiiiiithh.... A HERRING!
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BROCCOLI!!!!!
This is my good friend Hal. I took this picture on his birthday. I think he likes to be in pictures.
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This space for rent
I love Spike's description of him in 'In The Dark' when he mimics Angel talking with Rachel, a woman he has just saved:
Spike in high voice: ?How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing? (low voice) No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me. Now I?m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. (Rachel steps closer to Angel, and Angel steps back warding her off with his hands) No, not the hair! Never the hair! (high voice) But there must be someway I can show my appreciation. (low voice) No, helping those in need?s my job, - and working up a load of sexual tension, and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough! (high voice) I understand. I have a nephew who is gay, so? (low voice) Say no more. Evil?s still afoot! And I?m almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away!?
And then there's the Buffybot's description in 'Intervention': 'Angel's lame. His hair grows straight up, and he's bloody stupid.'
Classic descriptions!
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Did you know...that when you walk past a flower, whether it be in somebody's garden or on a vacant hillside, the flower will always smile at you.The most polite way to respond, I've been told, is to cheerfully return the smile.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.Explore. Dream. Discover.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Go the Benny's Site
If marriage were outlawed, only outlaws would have in-laws
Choose your friends by their character and your socks by their color. Choosing your socks by their character makes no sense, and choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink." - Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it." - Churchill's reply to Lady Astor
If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them
Rimmer: I can't let you out.
Lister: Why not?
Rimmer: Because the King of the Potato People won't let me.
Rimmer: I can't let you out.
Lister: Why not?
Rimmer: Because the King of the Potato People won't let me.
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This is a cat... with a bee on its nose!!!!
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Click on duck to be transported to magical land
I find that ducks' opinion of me is greatly influenced by whether or not I have bread. |
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