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, February 17, 2011

Southern Belles


Two Southern Belles were sittin' on the porch one hot afternoon. The first had just returned from a trip to New York. She said to the second Belle, "You know, up there in New York, they've got men who kiss men on the lips."

"Oh dear me!" cried the second Belle. "What do they call those men?" she questioned.

The first replied, "They call them homosexuals. And did you know, up there they've got women who kiss women on the private parts?"

"Oh Heavens!" The second gasped. "What on Earth do they call those women?"

"Why, they call them lesbians. Up there, they also have men who kiss women on their private parts."

The second belle nearly fell from her chair. "Oh Lawdy! What do they call those men?"

The first Belle answered, "Well, after I caught my breath, I called him precious!"
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