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]

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Biker

A tough looking biker was riding his Harley through a small town when he sees a girl about to jump off a bridge. So he stops.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m going to commit suicide,” she says.
While he did not want to appear insensitive, he didn’t want to miss an opportunity to prove he was a classy guy. So he asked “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a Kiss?”
So, she does.
After she’s finished, the biker says, “Wow! That was the best Kiss I have ever had. That’s a real talent you are wasting. You could be famous! Why are you committing suicide?”
“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl.”

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