MERRY CHRISTMAS MINGLE2... May this season find you smiling and not filled with gloom . May you gather round with your friends and other members in this Mingle room.
May you laugh , or perhaps dance... or maybe even find yourself- stepping with a joyouse prance.

Weather you are far or near, someone in this site holds you in their heart dear!

So come on fellow Minglers... lets all have a cup of cheer!
Enjoy the Holidays and look forward to the New Year!!!

Love, The TeddyBear

Love being based on facination - Not really love should be based on how you feel about one another.

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Hidden behind merciless foliage
A glimpse of light remains concealed
With arms too stricken to part the way, will necessity allow another endeavor?
Or let the shadows mask all desire

And when forces of routine demonstrate tomorrow isn’t near,
Praise me with a promise;
That when true eyes reopen, they will be filled
And the warmth brings me to you

Let these tired legs stagger and stumble on harsh woodland floor
Each hour crawling closer to rapture, closer to the wrapping of your arms,
Remaining justly a dream’s setting to be realized
And if unattainable, will fall me victim to this night

So please allow my faith in the light behind the trees
And let this covet pull me through

Hello and help i am new here

you are one of the smart unfunny people aint ya?!

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their Anniversary and Christmas a while back submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest.
The occasion was our 15th anniversary, (We had married at Christmas time), and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie.
What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser.
The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??

WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.

Nothing! I was disappointed.

I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it
against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of
electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is
on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that
it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a
second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.
But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself
against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as
advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another.
The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms
and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5'
long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...?

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to
one side as to say, 'don't do it dipshit,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.
I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and ..

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again.
I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with
tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles
nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging
to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself!
You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your
hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
A three second burst would be considered conservative?


SON-OF-A-BI TCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing
at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.
The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.
My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom
lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling.
Apparently I soiled myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my
sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a substantial reward
for their safe return!!

P.S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

'If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid.

When baby said that she was good
I didn't know that meant bad.
Had a nasty habit of smiling,
even when she was mad.

Washed my hands of the trouble
or so I thought back then.
Never justified in her eyes
I was still this girls man.

I couldn't go anywhere she'd just pop up
like a taco truck taking me for my very last couple of bucks.
Now I feel violated and the story gets worse.
She carried a doll with my likeness & long needles in her purse.

Had a dungeon themed basement
In her mind dirty thoughts.
Mass appeal though she's dangerous &
wakes up with perilous plots.

I've been through a lot in life
but this is news to me.
I've never heard of a bird
that didn't want to fly & be free.

Designs on this mind separated from my body.
I piped her to good now she's acting like Rowdy Roddy.
Followed me to the club put my game in a suplex.
Got my head shrinking, eyes blinking & I'm wondering what's next.

I know it's cheaper to keeper but we aren't married.
However she just sent a text that said "You're mine until buried".
I parried didn't even respond to the madness.
Wish I would've never got involved with this crazy-a$$ bad blTch.

The night was pretty much ruined.
I couldn't chat with any hotties.
When I'd asked a lady to dance
sharp pain in my lower body.

I'd look around the room and catch her with a devilish grin.
I'm feeling like a special victim, where's Munch & Fin?
At a loss for what to do about this catastrophe.
Is there a prayer I can use to counteract her blasphemy?

I don't want to resort to doing anything drastic.
She told some big dudes outside lies that almost got my a$$ kicked.
Narrowly escaped with fools throwing glass bottles at my X-Terra.
Harrowing experience, she wrote on my hood with Black Pearl mascara.

"I'll leave you alone for now but
I hope you got the message clearly".
"I'm not to be played with and
you better f-ing fear me"!

My mom said that some of my vacation photos were beautiful, I'd bet money it was sincere.

Not sure if fasination should be the base but I would have to say when fasination leaves so does a large piece of what binds the relationship together. I guess what I'm saying in my own convaluted way is that it may not be the base but it's definately a big part of the foundation....... I think I just confused myself

Sometimes, life throws us a helping hand when we least expect it.

A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to do some last minute Christmas shopping. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car. I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall entrance. As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.

Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand. Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children some Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. The boy said, "I did." "And nobody came to help you?" I queried. The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired. The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!" It was then that I realized that absolutely no one could hear that poor boy cry for help.

So I grabbed his other hundred and made a run to my car.
:) J

The Sky Is Falling

Struttin around,
scratchin and using
that pointed focus
to pick and drag
through the rock bottom
to swallow undigested.
And isn't it curious,
sometimes, you even down those
hard crusty pebbles.
Only one of your kind
would really know,
it is something you must do..
to survive.

Raine Les 12/21/2009

hows is every 1 ?

see yall later job applications are waiting this is the line i'll hear we're currenting not hiring but we are accepting applications but I only need one stroke of luck so i'm going with a positive attitude

Does age really matter, I mean if two people are consenting adults, what is the matter with being too old or too young? Why does it matter?
The only thing that should matter is if 2 people share the same outlook on life, have the same interests and really click, physically and mentally. Age just doesn't matter. it only matters if you make it matter! I think the people who limit themselves to those closest to their own age are limiting their possibilities of finding a soul mate, or at least a near soul mate.
what do you all think?

I Love You

Prolific and filling
those spaces between
lines of grammatical symbols
creating drama and feeling,
litanies, books and deep wells,
those places of the heart
where engulfing life and its profundities
lie silent in their grave without
the meaning of just three words, expressed
in completion and question..
So, where have you been all my life?

Raine Les 12/21/2009

1 cup of water**
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup or brown suga
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila*


Sample the Cuervo to check quality.
Take a large bowl,
Check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality,
pour one level cup and drink.
Turn on the electric mixer.
Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.
Add one peastoon of sugar. Beat again.
At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still ok, try another cup just in case.
Turn off the mixerer thingy.
Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Pick the frigging fruit off the floor.
Mix on the turner.
If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups of salt, or something.
Who geeves a sheet. Check the Jose Cuervo.
Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
Add one table.
Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink.
Whatever you can find.
Greash the oven.
Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.
Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the wishdasher.


Cherry Mistmas !

For the Christmas season remember: Alcohol does not make you FAT - it makes you LEAN....


















--- against tables, chairs, floors, walls and ugly people.