Now F'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'f'filblblblblblblblblblberhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrt, Why would you say something like that? (grins) purple At 01:42 PM 3/6/2008, you wrote: >Mari, > >Only you would try and figure something like that out. > >Phil. > > > >----- Original Message ----- >From: "MariJean" <[log in to unmask]> >To: <[log in to unmask]> >Sent: Thursday, March 06, 2008 11:02 AM >Subject: Re: Be Nice > > > > Hawhawhawhawhawhawhawhawhawhaw! I wonder how he got the pee into the > > cans when they were still cold. Must have been funny, me thinks! > > > > > > purple > > > > > > > > At 09:38 PM 3/5/2008, you wrote: > > > A marine got on an airplane to fly home after his tour of > > >duty. Finding his assigned seat on the aisle, he took his seat > > >but before he could snap his seat belt into place, two would be > > >terrorist came down the aisle and stopped at his seat; looking > > >down at him as if he were an ugly dog. Realizing they needed to > > >get passed him into their seats, smiling up at them, he said, > > >"Howdy, fellows. Here, let me get out of your way so you don't > > >have to crawl over me," and he stepped into the aisle and let them > > >pass. They gave him disgusting looks as they wordlessly passed by > > >and climbed into their seats. > > > > > > Taking his place once again, the marine took his seat, > > >fastened his seat belt, took off his shoes, wiggled his toes, and > > >prepared for take off. The two terrorists just stared, their > > >hatred for him radiating from their very faces, at the American > > >baby killer. > > > > > > Once they were in the air, the two terrorist decided they > > >would have some fun with the marine. The one next to the window > > >said in poor English, "I hate sitting by the window." > > > > > > The marine immediately offered to change seats with him so > > >they all stood, stepped into the aisle, and changed places. > > > > > > No sooner had they reseated themselves than the other > > >terrorist said, "I hate sitting in the middle." The marine > > >pleasantly offered to change places with him. So again, they all > > >stood, stepped into the aisle, and changed seating arrangements. > > > > > > > > > Once back in their seats, the terrorist on the aisle complain > > >that his seat was too hard and the Marine immediately offered to > > >retake his place on the aisle. They made the change. > > > > > > No sooner had they taken their seats than the terrorist by > > >the window said, "I sure would like a coke." > > > > > > "Hey, no problem," the marine said cheerfully. I'll go get > > >you one." > > > > > > "But I have no money," the terrorist smiled; his rotten > > >teeth peaking out from behind his sneer. > > > > > > "I've got money, friend. Don't worry about it. I'll be > > >right back." > > > > > > As he was gone, the two terrorist spoke quietly in their own > > >language and made their decision. The terrorist nearest the > > >window, leaned across his fellow terrorist and spat into the > > >marines shoe. They both laughed and leaned back to wait for the > > >stupid marine to return. > > > > > > The marine came bouncing down the aisle with a can of coke. > > >To show his willingness to get along, he had opened the can of pop > > >before he had returned. Leaning over, he handed the open cold can > > >of coke to the terrorist. "There you are, friend." > > > > > > The terrorist by the window grunted, offered not even a thank > > >you, and the marine, smiling, took his seat. > > > > > > No sooner had he snapped his seat belt back into place, when > > >the terrorist seated in the middle seat said in butchered > > >English, "Boy, I guess I am thirsty, too. I'd like a coke;" his > > >eyes blazing with fire as he stared into the marine's face. > > > > > > "Hey, no problem, bro. Let me run up and get you one. I'll > > >be right back," and off he went. > > > > > > The terrorist, as planned, bent over while the marine was > > >getting the coke, and spit into the marine's other shoe. Both > > >terrorists laughed. > > > > > > The marine returned, the can of cold pop already opened due > > >to politeness, and handed it to the glaring terrorist seated in > > >the middle seat. Taking it from the marine, he, too, grunted and > > >said nothing. > > > > > > The marine smiled, took his seat, and they all leaned their > > >seats back and took naps. > > > > > > Awakening to the voice of the pilot announcing they would be > > >landing in 15 minutes, the marine shoved his feet into his shoes > > >and immediately realized what the two terrorists had done to him. > > >He said to nobody in particular, but loud enough for several to > > >hear, "You know, it is pitiful we all can't just get along in this > > >world. I mean, playing these childish games of spitting in shoes > > >and urinating in people can's of coke is so counter productive." > > > > > > > > >-- > > >No virus found in this incoming message. > > >Checked by AVG Free Edition. > > >Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.21.4/1313 - Release Date: > > >3/5/2008 9:50 AM > > > > > > >-- >No virus found in this incoming message. >Checked by AVG Free Edition. >Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.21.6/1315 - Release Date: >3/6/2008 9:07 AM