tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post8737908483652795960..comments2023-10-14T09:18:55.007-04:00Comments on JOHNADA: WHY I DON'T LIKE SARAH PALIN - It's Not as Obvious as You ThinkJohnadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17686065409753540608noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-75009197560081589962008-09-14T19:38:00.000-04:002008-09-14T19:38:00.000-04:00Anonymous - see my email to you.SRCB - Shooting wo...Anonymous - see my email to you.<BR/><BR/>SRCB - Shooting wolves from planes is just good sportin'<BR/><BR/>Zhu - agreed<BR/><BR/>Littlemass - Great story!<BR/><BR/>BB - Europeans with a singular view of Americans? I don't believe it.Johnadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17686065409753540608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-49800768136647232092008-09-12T12:15:00.000-04:002008-09-12T12:15:00.000-04:00Dude, great to have you back! Thank brotherhood yo...Dude, great to have you back! Thank brotherhood you are not into stereotyping... I am always having to defend Americans because most Europeans have a singular view of what an American is and it aint pretty!beaverbooshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00976723567898222907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-41363606264968397002008-09-12T11:53:00.000-04:002008-09-12T11:53:00.000-04:00A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman ...A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection. <BR/> <BR/>The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup. <BR/><BR/>As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed, and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. <BR/> <BR/>He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' License plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper Sticker, And the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, Naturally...I assumed you had stolen the car." <BR/><BR/>Priceless.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-14190059288492907042008-09-10T21:07:00.000-04:002008-09-10T21:07:00.000-04:00As much as I respect religion, religious people et...As much as I respect religion, religious people etc. I hate when they try to shove their wisdom and beliefs down my throat. Enough said.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-84012634810432589672008-09-10T14:42:00.000-04:002008-09-10T14:42:00.000-04:00i agree with all your statements on why not to lik...i agree with all your statements on why not to like her....but you know why else I don't like her:<BR/>1) she wears lipstick<BR/>2) she wants to shoot wolves from planesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31668230.post-7953410490143850112008-09-10T06:29:00.000-04:002008-09-10T06:29:00.000-04:00Hey you there Canada corrrespondant,Sorry I'm comp...Hey you there Canada corrrespondant,<BR/><BR/>Sorry I'm completely off topic, but ... is there a song about canada that's close to being considered as the unofficial national anthem? Some kind of equivalent to "Born in the USA"? That's for my English-learning students. I'm teaching Commonwealth and varieties of English this month. Any advice?<BR/><BR/>Thank you!<BR/><BR/>YasmineAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com