lool dont show this to dell tech support

after looking for a couple days I found it. something that brought back alot of memories.

am glad to see old freinds are staying entouch, though I know nothing of you I will also welcome you back. P.S paragon nice signature.

funny how the human mind works to find its own meaning of something other wise obvious, god knows women are not the enemies, of men, they are in most cases the victims, this is just an advice its for all those men who go into arguements prepared. my freinds sometimes victory is worse then defeat. especialy if the loser is a loved one already backed into a corner .

stunning I could'nt write it any better myself, you live up to your name.

best advice you will ever get never argue with women when it comes to matetrs of grave importance. the discution will change from the subject to your lifes worth and you will always come up short.

lighten up dude its a joke besides I really dont care that much of ur opinion

four guys are on a sinking bout mexican with takila ,american with wisky, german with beer, french wine. the german starts throwing a way the beer the french asks him " why are you throwing a way the beer" the german responces because there's a lot of those in my country. so the american asks why are U doing that he replies"becasue there is alot of those in my country" then all of the sudden the american throws the mexican shocked they ask why he replies"because there is alot of those in my country" .

LMAOf that was helarious and absolutely true

lol well said

we know that north korea and south korea have been picking fighst for a while but the new battle ground is one that leave no spectator un-harmed and with every world power having nucclear war heads it wouldnt be a suprise if freindly fire turned into something much wors. South Korean and U.S. forces have been placed on a higher surveillance alert level, after North Korea threatened military action following its nuclear test earlier this week, the joint forces announced on Thursday.

A four-letter word Set on the tongue, spun around, and blurred. Hits the ears, travels through sparks. It arrives, tired, and jet lagged. It touches that place in the soul. A key made not of copper or steel. Opens doors without frames, rooms with no windows. Suddenly the tape rewinds, the images appear. Images of far away places, and times passed. They all rush back, like waves from a blast. Images of love’s lost and friend’s laughs. Of efforts lost, and mastered crafts. Images of people, resting, in slumber under the soil. Of dinner jokes and bath times with water always hand boiled. Images of wise words heard and forgotten, mistakes repeated. Of apologies that always made dear mother heated. Images of heroes unknown, and wars un fought. Of broken dreams and crumbled thoughts. The poet sits inside his home, the key. Scattered all over like debris. He looks around to piece it together ”slow, steps” Small things across the room, large pieces to the puzzle. In his hand a book of poems to be published. In that room, without time, without rule, volumes sit unwritten. That’s why, in life and in death, there is no place like home

why is this relevant again thousands of people die evry day around the world who care about an old dude dying as far as I care nothing happened

lol I hope I dont sound egotistic the quot is purely complementary and not offencive in any way. as for what nugaaleed said yes there are diffarent types of beauties but the comperason in itself is that alone, a comparison. :cool:

quite honestly I think our national anthem is outdated it has no sense of passion a national anthem is suppose to make the people tear up, sob, get angry ,be happy,be sad it is the beacon to which the whole world sees the light of somali it is what our childrens children will sing with their hands over their hearts and their pride on their shoulders, it is what we will sing in memory of great leaders, in times of hardship in remembrance of all those lost, its what reminds us that this small nation on the african coast doesnt belong only to ourselfs but to generations to come and let me ask you honestly would you say. Soomaaliyeey toosoo does the job?

I actualy like it. beats the old flag any day. hey may be the religious text will give us a new sense of purity( though god knows that land is anything but pure). may be god will look down at us and remember that we are still his servents, may be we will realise that life is too short and that a man caries only his deeds to the grave. god bless somalia

I'm sure she is.

there she is sitting at the back of the room. no lipstick, make up ,no pretty dress. her foorhead so smooth, she has never known stress. her eyes so deep, they grab your chest. you feel their squeeze, you wish for relieve. eyes turn a way in panic haste. you think to yourself what a waste. you wish she would flaunt them like the rest. how you'd love to see her naked chest. to feel her curves, to hold her waist. her inner pride has no trace. still it shines trhough her face. she is more rare than any golden vase. her warmth and beauty can't be replaced. she doesnt need a tightening jean. she will never lower herself to fit in. you can dip her in dirt, and she will still be clean. she's the brain behind the somali, machine. that's why I bow to my somalian queen.

recently I listened to this song so far its the best band song I have heard if you think you have one that beats it let me know

beautiful women like beautiful cars need continuous attention and care. handsom men are ones who take on the burden with a smile. F.Y.I I am a handson man

face up at the ceiling. back held by gravity and earth. in this place without light we rest. its cramped yet you cant protest. the un-escapable smell of earth. the bonds to with your contract stands. the chains of time slowly un-bind. the haste of day stuggers slowsn, then stops. suddenly they rush back. your caught, breathles like an asthma attack. you struggle, but just cant bounce back. memories of home pull, as your drawn back. the lights fade it turns pitch dark. their feet move, they turn their backs. finally you can see through the dark. at lost for words you blur"oh god". you look up, you can see the measuring rod. a voice declares" six feet under is where your at" "dont panic your not alone" shocked your words are postponed then its says with a loud tone. "cant you see your finaly back home"

when poetry rhymes its coughed out covered in slime left un-buried like a war crime starved of meaning, then hang for dry it pleads with its makers, in sobing cries empty and shallow, it meaningless, "why" beacuse poetry is a live. it cant be conjured for applause. it must have meanings, and laws. if poetry could speak it would scream "slaughter" twisted then clenced with blood as itsbath water. void of meaning, then passed around. nailed tothe cross with thorns as its crown. left naked in the corner, licking its wounds. re-named, changed, then declared profound. if it took revenge there would be hell to pay. many so called poets, would be in dismay. beaten and tortured, for their deaths they would pray. the laws they so proudly broke they would obey. oh how I wish fo that day. then again, even poets can dream cant they?.

in this day of age what has become of our fate? for our end do we wait? our wallets filled with greed and our hearts filled with hate. do you watch the nightly news? do you have international views? are lies and propaganda infused? do you still watch those adds? about orphans without dads. is that a tear? are you sad? call now and donate twenty dollars more and you'll have a clean slate.

the lesser of two you and me. which is worse to kill with or without cause? you and me why are your children more valuable then mine? why is you killing self defence and mine murder? why am I wrong to hate you, when you hate me? what is the diffarence between you and me? is it because you are stronger then me? it that why you grieve for one of yours, when I lose rows of mine.? to protect is our goal. you people, my corpses. your land,my mass grave. we are not diffarent you and me. so why am I guilty for killing ten. when you kill tens folds of those men. every man has his day. so when will you be me? and I you.

interesting talk boys, but i would be more objective towards the cause intead of attacking the issue because you feel a personal grudge against it's prompter(duke). am not going to go into this any further, mainly because I dont have any knoledge of the issue in itself but unlike you expired tires am willing to admit it.