Posted on 12/22/2012 5:25:53 AM PST by Reaganite Republican
The times, they are a’changin’. The police chiefs sister used to own the cab co. And if you wanted a bottle you just went by the cab stand. Many times the police would be sitting around the corner and would stop you as you left. They would confiscate your liquor and take it back to the cabstand to resell. Pretty good racket
I lost my wife to cancer at 29, leaving me to raise a young daughter. Which I did. It totally wrecked everything in my existince. Shit happens and it sucks.
Yet I maintain my sanity at all the cancer jokes regarding people like Chavez. I manage to deal with it just fine. And I feel no desire for anyone to walk on pins and needles around my particular issue. Or anyone elses.
I am glad that you are so cool with cancer jokes and all. But yikes, are you really surprised that I find it hard to giggle at how cool and funny guys like Dewayne are? :p
I think its ok that the poster shared the joke. I also thinks its ok that I didn't love it. I tried to add a couple jokes I do find funny. And its ok if you hate those. But I'm probably not going to change my point of view because you shared with me those great words of wisdom, "Shit happens and it sucks." gah.
Ok, no mas from me on this one. I will respectfully leave this conversation to others. I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a blessed new year, Mr L.
Did the monthly “Girls Night Out” thing last night and it really got out-of-control!
Woke up this morning next to a fat, smelly, unshaven, guy, who was snoring and and passing gas.
So, at least, I got home okay.
Shit does indeed happen, it does indeed suck and regardless of how or what it may be, I see no point in any one of us using our own personal tragedies to try and ‘shame’ anyone with it.
Again, “Gallows Humor”. look it up.
Stop trying to shame me into loving gallows humor! :p
NO! YOU MUST LOVE IT!!! NOW!!! ;)
Thank you for your reply. I’ve read your other posts on the subject and would probably respond as you have given the circumstances. My brother was hit by drunk illegal aliens and had his car totaled but he was unhurt. He was out the deductible and higher premiums as the illegals had no insurance and suffered no lasting penalties. I would be pretty bitter to losing a family member needlessly like you did and don’t blame you one bit. Take care.
Good grief.....lighten up!
A couple of shorties from the late Tom McCahill:
“Honesty is the best policy—when there’s no other choice.”
“A penny saved is a waste of time.”
I rented a van one day in order to take a number of my younger acquaintances to a Pink Floyd concert.
I was the designated straight person.
My entire family does gallows humor, even my daughters in their 20s...we do have to be very careful in public but slip once in a while- whoa the looks are priceless.
You know, I think I’ve heard that joke before, and you still had me going there. Thanks for the laugh.
I probably couldn’t watch Sam Kinison everyday, but I really couldn’t watch anyone every day for that matter. He was good at what he did, but I understand he’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea...too raw for some. I liked the anger. There’s a place for it. Reading your mentioning of him, I watched a clip of his on You Tube. Oh my was it filthy, but it was funny as heck. I know he had something about drunk driving too...about how was he supposed to get his car home from the bar. I don’t know. Not many of us escape this life not having to deal with some kind of tragedy or cosmic injustice, but it’s still good to have a laugh too. If I find that I can’t, I just move on. And guess what...Kinison got his in the end. Some people would probably gloat over that. I can’t be happy about the man meeting a tragic end. He wasn’t evil in my eyes.
This is sad to me reading about his last moments with his friend at his side. I hope he made it to a better place.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Kinison
On April 10, 1992, Kinison died after his white 1989 Pontiac Trans Am was struck head-on on U.S. Route 95, four miles (6 km) north of Interstate 40 and several miles west of Needles, California, by a pickup truck driven by a 17-year-old boy who had been drinking alcohol. The pickup truck crossed the center line of the roadway and went into Kinison’s lane. At the time of the collision, Kinison was traveling to Laughlin, Nevada to perform at a sold-out show.
Immediately after the impact, Kinison did not appear to have been seriously injured, as he got out of his car with what appeared to be only cuts on his lips and forehead and then lay down only after his friends (who had been traveling in a separate vehicle) begged him to do so. According to Carl LaBove, who had been traveling in the separate vehicle and who held Kinison’s bleeding head in his hands, Kinison then said, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.” Kinison paused, according to LaBove, as if he was listening to a voice that LaBove could not hear, and then asked, “But why?” After another pause, Kinison then said, “OK. OK. OK.” LaBove said later, “The last ‘OK’ was so soft and at peace. . . . Whatever voice was talking to him gave him the right answer and he just relaxed with it. He said it so sweet, like he was talking to someone he loved.”
Hey! You forgot Sarah Palin!
Cheers!
I actually live less than 15 miles as the crow flies from the spot it happened and know the story well. At the time, that road was a deathtrap for the soberest of drivers. And the Reservation around it and the politics of the area back then had more than a contributing factor.
That aside, Un PC as he was, Kinneson had a gift for cutting straight to the heart of the matter because of his ‘un-PC’ approach.
Many people get bent out of shape about famine in Africa. “Move to where the food is” really torqued a lot of people. But historically, before there was a government project to give away money, what did people do? They moved to where the food was.
His AIDS material was viscous. But was it wrong? No, it was accurate. Homosexuals knowingly infect each other to this day. It did not begin, nor is is mostly spread by infected needles. And the cases where it is trace back to contact with a needle shared with a homosexual who was carrying the virus.
If memory serves, he lost some friends to it. But that didn’t stop him, nor should it have. It is indeed ironic that he was killed by a drunk driver and yes, some say Karma caught up to him. But death takes all kinds regardless of their comedic commentary.
Historically people developed gallows humor out of a fear of death to begin with. To take some fear out of the ultimate ‘scary thing’. And PC will never change that. Hard as it may try. It’s part and parcel of human nature.
bout 2 in the morning we figured we didn’t want to walk all the way back so we went by the cab stand. Ole one armed dude picked us up. As we were headed back he reached under his coat and pulled out a bottle. “You boys want a drink?” Um, no thanks. “OK” as he proceeds to drink about half a pint in one pull”
Well, whoever may want to know. My cab driver buddy just died. Went to his funeral yesterday. RIP Donald Smith. 78 years old. That little story I told took place nearly 40 years ago. As the preacher said Donald did a lot of “bad” things over the years, like we all do, but he prayed the sinners prayer and, “In the nick of time” was saved, and we all know he is going to heaven!
Donald had 15 brothers and sisters and only 2 sisters and 1 brother left. His brother being my best friend. Donald lived his life to the fullest and like the rest of his family would give you the shirt off his back. Or, the last pull off a bottle. RIP Donald, you’re in a better place now.
My mom was hit by an old man.
No Old Man Jokes.
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