Thought for the day

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who as the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. [Theodore Roosevelt]

Thursday, December 2, 2010

A man walks into a bar and orders a triple scotch. 

As the bartender pours the drink, he remarks, "That's quite a heavy drink. What's the problem?"
 
After quickly downing his drink, the man replies, "I found my wife in bed with my best friend."
 
'Wow," says the barkeep. "What did you do about it?" 

"I walked over to my wife, looked her in the eye, told her to pack her stuff, and get the hell out."
 
"That makes sense," remarks the barkeep... "And, what about your best friend?"
 
"I looked him right in the eye and yelled, "Bad Dog"
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