[Sean McPot]

Mine use to be "Soon be Christmas " in like April/may time....But now I've got kids I dont say it

[mellowed]

Lefty loosy, righty tighty

[ragnar]

Read this a couple of days ago was pretty cool I thought,



Greg green

[Sean McPot]

After Tuesday even the calendar thinks W T F...

[Sean McPot]

How can I forget my latest quote.(when Im ask somet I dont want to do,I reply with...)

 

 

I'd rather shit in my own hands and clap....

[1984]

For now this is my top favourite, and it seems to be going worldwide atm judging by some of the World Cup news reports appearing on Vine

 

 

"Fuck her right in the pussy!"

 
 

Otherwise I am one for quoting The Shining to my wife, and she hates it;

 

 

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life.  I'm not gonna hurt ya.  You didn't let me finish my sentence...  I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya.  I'm just going to bash your brains in.  I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in.

 

[igiggle]

Not much gray area there 84, gray matter yes, gray area, not so much! Luv it.

Edited by igrow, 02 July 2014 - 09:02 PM.

[ragnar]

Haha bash them rite the fuck in.... creeeepy

[Mrs Willy]

"You complain that your tree is not valuable as lumber. But you could make use of the shade it provides, rest under its sheltering branches, and stroll beneath it, admiring its character and appearance. Since it would not be endangered by an axe, what could threaten its existence? It is useless to you only because you want to make it into something else and do not use it in its proper way.”

 

“The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can't save time. You can only spend it wisely or foolishly. The Bisy Backson has practically no time at all, because he's too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save it, he ends up wasting the whole thing.”

 

“If people were superior to animals, they'd take good care of them,"

 

" From the state of the Uncarved Block comes the ability to enjoy the simple and the quiet, the natural and the plain. Along with that comes the ability to do things spontaneously and have them work, odd as that may appear to others at times. As Piglet put it in Winnie-the-Pooh, "Pooh hasn't much Brain, but he never comes to any harm. He does silly things and they turn out right."

 

But the adult is not the highest stage of development. The end of the cycle is that of the independent, clear-minded, all-seeing Child. That is the level known as wisdom. When the Tao te Ching and other wise books say things like, "Return to the beginning; become a child again" that's what they are referring to. Why do the enlightened seem filled with light and happiness like children? Why do they sometimes even look and talk like children? Because they are. The wise are Children Who Know. Their minds have been emptied of the countless minute somethings of small learning and filled with the great wisdom of the Great Nothing, the Way of the Universe.

[Mrs Willy]

There was once a stonecutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day, he passed a wealthy merchant's house and through the open gateway saw many fine possessions and important visitors. 

"How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stonecutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere stonecutter.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. 

"How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. 

"How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "
I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and labourers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. 

"How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. 

"How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it -- a huge, towering stone. 

"How powerful that stone is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a stone!"

Then he became the stone, more powerful than 
anything else on earth.

But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid rock and felt himself being changed. 

"What could be more powerful than I, the stone?" he thought. 
He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stonecutter.