Lemon Picker

[ragman]

The  woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon

grove seemed to be far too qualified for the job.

The foreman frowned and said, "I have to ask you this:

"Have you had any actual experience in picking lemons? 

"Well, as a matter of fact, I have!"

I've been divorced three times, owned 2 Chryslers, and I voted for Obama."

 

 

 

 

[rykat]

 

[clover]

I've been divorced three times.
 

LOSER!!!

[ragman]

yes, clover she is a loser.  In this case they teamed up together, two losers. 

Now the way you quoted it was a good liberal trick.  Show my post with a partial quote which changes the meaning.     Same as the lame stream press when they are talking about the Messiah. 

The  woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon

grove seemed to be far too qualified for the job.

The foreman frowned and said, "I have to ask you this:

"Have you had any actual experience in picking lemons? 

"Well, as a matter of fact, I have!"

I've been divorced three times, owned 2 Chryslers, and I voted for Obama." 

I've been divorced three times.
 

LOSER!!!

 

 

 

 

[clover]

Now the way you quoted it was a good liberal trick.  Show my post with a partial quote which changes the meaning. 

I learned everything I know about this subject by watching the "fair and balanced" network that doesn't employ misinformation to get their point across

http://mediamatters.org/blog/201009080033

[ragman]

From a Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


From a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.  My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.  Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight..  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies'.  I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now... Will keep you posted.

 

[clover]

It took less than 5 years for our family cat to domesticate the family