Turtle eggs

World Wide shame  in COSTA RICA 


Please distribute widely 

The Turtle eggs  are stolen to be sold

                                                                                          The PLANET IS THANKFUL


 

 

 

 

 


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92nd birthday

An old fellow was celebrating 92 years on this Earth.
He spoke to his toes.

 "Hello, toes!" he said. "How are you, toes? You know, you are 92 today.
Oh, the times we've had! Remember we walked in the park in summer every Sunday afternoon. The times we waltzed on the dance floor? Happy Birthday, toes!"

 "Hello, knees," he continued. "How are you, knees? You know you're 92 years old
today. Oh, the times we've had! Remember when we marched in the big
parades? Oh, the hurdles we've jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees!"

 Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello Willie! You little bugger, if
you were alive today, you'd be 92."

 

 

 


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The Fairy & The Immigrant

    The Fairy & The Immigrant

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   A  beautiful fairy appeared one day to a destitute  refugee claimant outside the Ottawa  Immigration Offices. 

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'My good  man,' the fairy said,

'I've been told to grant  you three wishes, since you’ve just arrived in Canada with your wife and seven  children.'
The man  told the fairy:

'Well, in Pakistani where I come  from we don't have good teeth, so I want new  teeth, maybe a lot of gold in them.'
The fairy  looked at the man's almost toothless grin and  --PING!!! He had a brand new shining set of gold  teeth in his mouth!
'What  else?' asked the fairy, 'two, more wishes,  to go'.
The  refugee claimant now got bolder.
'I need a  big house with a three car garage in Toronto  with eight bedrooms for my family and the rest  of my refugee relatives who still live in my  country. I want to bring them all over  here.

PING! - In  the distance there could be seen a beautiful  mansion with a three car garage, a long  driveway, a walkout patio with a BBQ, and a  sparkling inground pool and a Hummer, full of  his nephews playing their music.
'One,  more wish, left for you', said the fairy, waving  her wand. 

   I want to  be Canadian with Canadian clothes instead of  rags, and a baseball cap instead of this shawl  and I want to have white skin like the  Canadians.'
PING! -  The man was transformed, wearing worn out jeans  from Best for Less, a dirty Wall-Mart T-shirt and a  greasy baseball cap.  He had his  bad teeth back and the mansion had disappeared  from the horizon.
'What  happened to my new teeth?' he wailed.   'Where is my new house? Where’s my Visa  Gold Card?'

 The fairy  said 

 'Tough luck. Now that you are Canadian, 

 you're entitled  to 

 sweet fuck all like the  rest of  us”.
 And she  disappeared

 

 
 

 

 

 

 



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what a way to make a buck

Posted: Monday, September 14 2009 at 06:00 am CT by Bob Sullivan

It’s the very definition of a bad day. No quarters in your pocket, the line at the post office is longer than expected or you need to grab lunch and don’t have time to circle the block and find parking. You run back out and get to your car just in time to see a parking officer pulling away after leaving a ticket on your windshield.

For want of a quarter, you now owe $50 to some government agency.

There was a time that such calculated risk-taking might have paid off. Odds were against a meter maid spotting your car at just the wrong time. Or perhaps you were good at talking your way out of tickets.  No more. 

Parking meters and meter maids have become less forgiving. Around the country, cash-strapped municipalities are turning to what's sometimes called a "curb tax" to shore up weak balance sheets. Cities are raising ticket prices, hiring more citation officers, turning to gimmicky technologies, even selling their parking systems and enforcement to the highest bidder, all in a desperate effort to shrink budget gaps.

it's Friday!

Fridays were at one time my favorite day... it was the end of the work week but now my work week seems to never end... So let's just celebrate it as a damned fine day to do not very much!

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