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Comment by Martin Andrew Jones on July 7, 2014 at 2:04pm

Is not measured by how many ominous family connections have supplied you with the best equipment nor is it by your ability to fast-talk your way into Hendrick Motorsports. Talent is, indeed measured by the ability of driver and crew to unite as one theory. It is measured by sheer grit and determination. While the likes of Gordon, Johnson, Stewart, Earnhardt and Petty have, indeed cascaded their way to the top of the racing ladder in the survival of the fittest and pure ability, as it goes without saying that GOD HIMSELF has entrusted theese men with the ability to race, it is not so with the likes of Dillon, Patrick, and Meanard, who were lifted up in carriage to the heights of competition and thus must prove their abilities on the speedway. Those kinds of drivers may commence to possess multitudes of talent, but only time itself will tell.

Comment by Edu Lopes on May 28, 2014 at 7:09pm

Hey,no need to delete it!LOL

Comment by Bootsy ♥♥ on May 28, 2014 at 5:20pm

Oh sorry Eve, I forgot about the joke group, my bad, delete it and I will put it on that group,lol.

Comment by Eve ♫ on May 27, 2014 at 11:42pm

funny one bootsy, but i think it should have been on the jokes group!!  lol...

Comment by Edu Lopes on May 27, 2014 at 7:25pm

Good one,Bootsie!LOL

Comment by Bootsy ♥♥ on May 27, 2014 at 5:59pm

Sometime's you just have to ask yourself "Will I live to be 80?"
I recently chose a new primary care physician. After two visits
and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age
A little concerned about that comment I couldn't resist asking him, "Do you
think I will live to 80?" He Asked, "Do you smoke tobacco or drink
Alcoholic beverages?" 'No,' I replied. 'I don't do drugs either'. Then he
asked 'Do you eat rib-eye steaks or barbecue ribs?'. I said 'No, my other doctor
said all that red meat was unhealthy!'. Do you spend a lot of time in the sun
like playing golf, boating, fishing or just relaxing?' 'No I don't ' I said. He asked
'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?'. 'No' I said. 'I don't do any of those things.'
Then he looked at me and asked, 'Then why do you give a shit?'......

Comment by Eve ♫ on May 23, 2014 at 7:46pm


Life beckons, some respond, some get lost,

In a murky swampland of their own;

Always fearing to accept what's there,

Always searching for a better zone.

When strolling through the fields of their lives,

They throw away the wheat with the chaff;

Never allowing the good to thrive,

Never knowing tears can turn to laughs.

When life beckons, respond with a smile!

Happy is better than being blue.

Be willing to give, so others will know,

You care about them more than just you.

Comment by Roxy48♥5 on May 21, 2014 at 8:59pm

What I Want

I want a man to love me
I want to be held
to be kissed and cuddled
i want to be worth the effort in someone's life
and worthy of being treated like a lady
I want to be respected
I want long walks, and candlelight dinners, i want romance
I want camping in the woods, long drives in the country
long talks
I want a man that I can love
that i can be myself with
that stays through the good days and the bad
I want a man to love me

Comment by Edu Lopes on May 20, 2014 at 6:34pm

Thank you for the invitation,angel!I'm honored! :-)

Comment by Eve ♫ on March 27, 2014 at 4:16pm


When I was just a little girl,

I played with dolls, and fixed my curls,

I rode my pony and climbed a tree,

Fell off my bike and scraped my knee,

     I needed my Dad to comfort me.


Time passed by and our life was fine,

no ones Dad was as nice as mine.

Then I entered my teenage years,

With all it's thrills and secret fears.

     Bet Mom and Dad cried a million tears.


I soon became a grown-up girl,

Moved through life in a crazy whirl.

I married young, then motherhood,

Had lots of friends in the neighborhood.

     I thought I had it really good.


Then I lost Mom and felt so sad,

Thank God that I still had my Dad.

In later years, I was all alone,

A single Mom, making a home.

     Boy, did I ever need my Dad.


Now I have a very good man,

He gives us all the love he can.

We've happiness and joy to spare,

And I know that he always cares.

     But I will always need my Dad.


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