Some of the
best Jokes, funny stories, and stuff from my best friends on the web and
reporters from all over. Ok, now DD is your girl and she found some great
stuff on the web. Some funny, some not so funny, but it has found its
way to her and my cousin. So lets see what is funny, and what may not
be.
WHY FOLKS GOTTA BE SO GHETTO??? This was sent by
either Ghetto mess or their peoples, so please check them out. Please Check
out www.Hotghettomess.com for
more of these great pictures. Check out the ones that was sent in a
email to us. Hope you like them, we did... Made our morning..
I swear this is Miami's downtown... but I could be wrong.
Tommy would be confused, but wondering where's his cut..
Yes
this is the Gucci Mobile, what was he thinking?
Now that is a Caddy, with a Chandelier in it. Now that is just sooooo
ghetto, much. I got to see the sound system, I just got to, please let
us know... that is special..
Now McDonalds is going to sue, but this is ridiculous,
I like my McD's but I cannot go this far on my car.. look at the rims.. But
I would love to go for a ride though, bet it smells divine...
Now Thanksgiving is Ghettolicious day too now.. I will
have this image in my mind forever and say no...
This is just soooo I just don't know..
Got my Nails did
I do not know if this was possible, but hey it looks crazy..
MORE FUN THAN A RIDE AT CAROWINDS!!!!! Pound for pound, a heavy group...
I BET HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A CAR!!!
LORD HAVE MERCY!!!!! WHY??????
PREGNANT AND PARTYING!!!! THE HELL?!
UNCLE PEACHES OR AUNT BOB. ERRR BODY GOT ONE!!!!
THIS REMINDS ME OF A MOVIE I RECENTLY SAW...
ALIEN VS. PREDATOR!!!!!!!
WOO WOO WOOOO!!!!! WHO BEEN PLAYING IN INK???
LOOK AT THAT BLACK FOOT!!!
NOT WEAVE ON THE CLOTHES LINE?!?!?!......
If you aren't feeling "it," intellectually and inspirationally, think again,
think again, think again.
Please Check out
www.Hotghettomess.com for more of these great pictures. Thank you
for them sending DD the pic's and comments. We loved them and if you
did, please check them out like we are going to ourselves for some great and
funny pictures. Love your site guys...
You say you will never forget
where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK.. I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan.
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
'ready to go.'
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My
name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school
music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by
teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years
I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had
the pleasure
of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However I've also had my share of what I call
'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was
Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single
Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I
prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an
earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to
hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.
Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the
beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much
as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic
rhythm needed to excel But he dutifully reviewed his
scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my
students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed
and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lessonhe'd
always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday' But
it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn
ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she
dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him
up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our
lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed
because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to
pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped
coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's
homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise
Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in
the recital. I told him that the recital was for current
pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not
qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and
unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still
practicing 'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!' he
insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.
Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something
inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for
the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed
with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in
the program before I was to come up and thank all the students
and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come
at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance
through my 'curtain closer.'
Well, the recital went off without a
hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed.
Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled
and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through
it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I
thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb
his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he
announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not
prepared for what I heard next. His
fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly
on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo.
From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that
Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard
Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a
half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone
was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy.
'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the
microphone Robby explained:
'Well Miss Hondorf . Remember I told you my Mom was
sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this
morning And well . She was born deaf so tonight was the
first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it
special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed
into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I
thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my
pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a
prodigy. . . Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was
the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of
perseverance and love and believing in yourself and
maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know
why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P.
Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
Luther Vandross When this man passed away,
the world cried. At the funeral, there were people from all over the
world.
in rock 'n roll Paul Carrack of "Mike & The
Mechanics"