Why dragons are extinct

It is so good when somebody waits for you at home…

Mills and Boon Classic - The Storm

They  were together in the House.

Just  the two of  them.

It  was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had  come quickly

and

each  time the thunder boomed he watched her  jump.

She  looked across the room and admired his  strong
appearance....and  wished that he would take her in  his
arms, comfort her and  protect her from the  storm

Suddenly,  with a pop, the power went out.... She  screamed..

He  raced to the sofa where she was  cowering.

He  didn't hesitate to pull her into his  arms..

He  knew this was a forbidden union and expected her  to pull  back.

He was  surprised when she didn't resist but instead  clung to  him.

The  storm raged  on.... 

They  knew it was  wrong...

Their families would  never understand... So consumed were

they  in their FEAR that they heard no opening of  doors...

just  the faint click of a camera.......  
 

Spinnekoppe

Ek weet nou nie hoe jy oor spinnekoppe voel ni maar ek ry eerder n fiets sonder 'n saal voor ek een konfronteer.

Ja, gisteraand le ek rustig en lees, minding my own business. bedlampie brand baie domesticated en sag met die complimente van Cash Crusaders, toe ek so 'n sagte geskarrel in die kamer hoor. Ek dog toe eers dis die mot wat wil selfmoord pleeg teen die bedlamp se bulpie. kyk, nee, mot se kind sit so stil soos 'n pedigree foksterrier wat razorblades skuit.

Toe is die skuifelgeluid weer daar en ek skrik alles regop wat plat was en alles pap wat op was.

'N ontaardse gedrog van 'n spinnekop met W.P. rugbykouse en wat as weltergewig kan inweeg, toer teen 8000 reffs oor die vloer en spring sommer so met die laaikassie se handles op.

Op slag kak ek my beste linne in 'n herfskleur skakering in. Lyk of iemand my bed kapoenkleur, so tussen kak en pampoen, gespraypaint het. Ek moer alles, boek, bedlam, asbak, glas, die hele toetie, tot op die laaste vlak van die kamer, die vloer.

Ek skrik my enigste aambui dat hy op my kuite hang. nou is die moerse spider nog tussen my en die kombuis, waar ek, omdat hulle my so deur die jare gemolesteer het, 'n arsenal van doom vergader het. Nou weet ek, ek sal flat out moet hol vir daai doom.

Ek pluk my enigste half-nat jockey aan sodat die aambui my nie pooitjie nie. Toe trek ek weg kombuis toe dat die briekmerke soos n straatkaart in my jockey vergader. en ek 10 sekondes later by die kombuisdeur moet backpaddel om nie twee agterdeure te hê nie.

Lord of the dance se gat my bra!

Trug, daar sit die bliksem nog, sommer so met die briektrek spuit ek al. gelukkig net doom.osoonlaag en als se moer, spuit hom leeg!!!

Ek duik my harige vriend soos ryk neetling agter die bedkassie in. Moer toe moet hy wees na daai dubbel doom en strontreuk wat nou dikker as toffee in die kamer hang.

Ek trek die kassie bietjie vorentoe, skiem nog so ek het gewen, toe skielik hol daai 4 weel van 'n aardsgedrog teen die muur op, reg voor my oë verby, tot op kophoogte.

Agt oë soos beetle weelkaps kyk my vierkantig in my twee ogies. Nou is dit nag. Ek verlaat myself, my water breek, my knieë swik, my longe loop leeg, my lippe parteer van mekaar.

Ek beskuie my weer sonder enema. 'N kreet verlaat my binneste, ontsnap oor my trillende lippe. Dis toe die klanke wat Black Sabbath na die draakensberg seunskoor laat klink. Dit was maar ook spaaiderman se laaste asem, want net daarna los hy als en kom skeef-skeef grond toe, soos fisant stront in vlug.

Al retererende het ek en doom die veldslag gewen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boere chick: "I'm so in laf wiff my Blackberry Pa!!"

Father: "Jy's fokken mal! There are NO way you are dating a black guy! U tell Barry its fokken over!"

Neelsie

The one you feed

Grandfather was an elder Cherokee Native American who had a wrinkled, nut brown face andkind dark eyes. His grandson often came in the evening to sit on his knee and ask the many questions that children ask.

One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face; the child’s anger turned to quiet tears. “Come sit, tell me what happened today”, grandfather said. “Father and I went to the store today and because I helped him, he bought me a present of a jack-knife. It was small but a good size for me.

Here the boy laid his head against his grandfather’s knee and became silent. The grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boy’s raven hair and said, “And then what happened?”

Without lifting his head, the boy said, “I went outside to wait for father and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and saw me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things. They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snached it up and they all ran away laughing.” Here the boy’s anger returned, “I hate them. I hate them all.”

The elder Cherokee, with eyes that have seen too much, lifted his grandson’s face so his eyes looked into the boy’s face. Grandfather said, “Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those who have taken so much with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feeling many times. It is as if two wolves are inside me…. It is a terrible fight.

One wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. It will only fight when it is right to do so and in the right way. This wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The other wolf is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of a temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. This wolf represents fear, envy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, lies, false pride and superiority.

Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me for both of them try to dominate my spirit. This same fight is going on inside you and inside every other person too.

The boy looked intently into his grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which wolf will win?” The old Cherokee simply replied….

“The one you feed."