not put you in a good mood. I absolutely love it....and have it on my ipod 5 times.
31.8.07
Tagged.....
I've been tagged...so here are my answers....enjoy!
1. What is your middle name?Of course being an Jordanian, it is my dad's first name. I love this tradition...and is it an Arab tradition as well?
2. What color pants are you wearing?
I am wearing shorts....by favorite black Nike basketball ones. I love 'em b/c I get to wear black socks with them.
3. What are you listening to now?
The keystrokes and the beating of my heart!
4. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Quik Strawberry Milk. It sure does a body good.
5. Do you wish on Stars?
Everynight when I notice that first star in the brillant sky!
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
Gold. Always grabbed that one first out of my Crayola 64 with the included sharpener on the back.
7. How is the weather today?
Beautiful! Amazing. Mid 70's clear blue skies!
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
My brother in Chitown.
9. Do you like the person that sent this to you?
Immensely! A fantastic person that I truly am glad to know!
10. Favorite drink?
Grey Goose, Diet Mt. Dew, Cafe Latte, Mochachino, strawberry milk.
11. Favorite sport?
Anything that involves keeping score.
12. Hair Color?
Brown
13. Siblings?
3 kick ass brothers and a pretty cool sister!
14. Favorite month?
Any that starts with an A or D.
15. Favorite Food?
Anything that has cheese!
16. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
The Bourne Ultimatum.
17. Favorite day of the year?
New Year's Day!
18. What do you do to vent anger?
Spazzzzz out on whomever upset me.
19. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Atari 2600, and my Millenum Falcon with Han Solo and Chewbacca action figures. Mommy threw them both away. :-( I don't think I have forgiven her yet!
20. Summer or winter?
Summer.
21. Hugs or kisses?
Both with that special person. I love hugs with friends....but can never tell when to "end" the hug.
22. Car or motorcycle?
Motorcycle, can you teach me to ride one.
23. Chocolate or vanilla?
Vanilla.
24. Do you want your friends to do this survey(tag)?
No.
25. Who is most likely to do this survey(tag)?
What do you want me to do if they don't?
26. Who is least likely to respond?
Again, what do you want me to do if they don't?
27. When was the last time you cried?
Do you mean all out crying and hyperventilating? Never. Shed a few tears, or faked a yawn to hide them....probably at amovie......or when my team lost the championship.
28. What is under your bed?
My briefcase that I got as high school graduation present, that I used about 5 times to carry stuff in.
29. Who is the friend that you have had the longest?
I have a lot of people I know from growing up I see every now and then. One of those i keep in regular contact with is my friend J. Known him for about 20 years. My best friend, D...I've known her for over 14 years.
30. What did you do last night?
It's just past midnight now, so I will answer what I did tonight. Repaired drywall watched tennis on TV. Hung out with my family!
31. What are you afraid of?
Absolutely nothing.
32. Plain, buttered, or salted popcorn?
When I go to the movies I ask for the suicide buttered popcorn. Let's just say you need a whole lot of napkins!
33. Favorite car?
Too many to mention....but a favorite that I could actually afford to buy, Infiniti M45!
34. Favorite Flower?
Gerber (Gerbera) Daisy!
35. How many keys on your key ring?
6 including house, office, computer docking station, computer lock, car key, valet key for my car.
36. How many years at your job?
8.31 (yes very precise, I was calculating my pension today)
37. What did you do on your last birthday?
Partied like a rock star! And bartended!
38. How many states have you lived in?
2, soon to be 3.
39. Did you have fun doing this?
Sort of. Some questions were lame.
40. Who are you going to send this to?
No one.
1. What is your middle name?Of course being an Jordanian, it is my dad's first name. I love this tradition...and is it an Arab tradition as well?
2. What color pants are you wearing?
I am wearing shorts....by favorite black Nike basketball ones. I love 'em b/c I get to wear black socks with them.
3. What are you listening to now?
The keystrokes and the beating of my heart!
4. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Quik Strawberry Milk. It sure does a body good.
5. Do you wish on Stars?
Everynight when I notice that first star in the brillant sky!
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
Gold. Always grabbed that one first out of my Crayola 64 with the included sharpener on the back.
7. How is the weather today?
Beautiful! Amazing. Mid 70's clear blue skies!
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
My brother in Chitown.
9. Do you like the person that sent this to you?
Immensely! A fantastic person that I truly am glad to know!
10. Favorite drink?
Grey Goose, Diet Mt. Dew, Cafe Latte, Mochachino, strawberry milk.
11. Favorite sport?
Anything that involves keeping score.
12. Hair Color?
Brown
13. Siblings?
3 kick ass brothers and a pretty cool sister!
14. Favorite month?
Any that starts with an A or D.
15. Favorite Food?
Anything that has cheese!
16. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
The Bourne Ultimatum.
17. Favorite day of the year?
New Year's Day!
18. What do you do to vent anger?
Spazzzzz out on whomever upset me.
19. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Atari 2600, and my Millenum Falcon with Han Solo and Chewbacca action figures. Mommy threw them both away. :-( I don't think I have forgiven her yet!
20. Summer or winter?
Summer.
21. Hugs or kisses?
Both with that special person. I love hugs with friends....but can never tell when to "end" the hug.
22. Car or motorcycle?
Motorcycle, can you teach me to ride one.
23. Chocolate or vanilla?
Vanilla.
24. Do you want your friends to do this survey(tag)?
No.
25. Who is most likely to do this survey(tag)?
What do you want me to do if they don't?
26. Who is least likely to respond?
Again, what do you want me to do if they don't?
27. When was the last time you cried?
Do you mean all out crying and hyperventilating? Never. Shed a few tears, or faked a yawn to hide them....probably at amovie......or when my team lost the championship.
28. What is under your bed?
My briefcase that I got as high school graduation present, that I used about 5 times to carry stuff in.
29. Who is the friend that you have had the longest?
I have a lot of people I know from growing up I see every now and then. One of those i keep in regular contact with is my friend J. Known him for about 20 years. My best friend, D...I've known her for over 14 years.
30. What did you do last night?
It's just past midnight now, so I will answer what I did tonight. Repaired drywall watched tennis on TV. Hung out with my family!
31. What are you afraid of?
Absolutely nothing.
32. Plain, buttered, or salted popcorn?
When I go to the movies I ask for the suicide buttered popcorn. Let's just say you need a whole lot of napkins!
33. Favorite car?
Too many to mention....but a favorite that I could actually afford to buy, Infiniti M45!
34. Favorite Flower?
Gerber (Gerbera) Daisy!
35. How many keys on your key ring?
6 including house, office, computer docking station, computer lock, car key, valet key for my car.
36. How many years at your job?
8.31 (yes very precise, I was calculating my pension today)
37. What did you do on your last birthday?
Partied like a rock star! And bartended!
38. How many states have you lived in?
2, soon to be 3.
39. Did you have fun doing this?
Sort of. Some questions were lame.
40. Who are you going to send this to?
No one.
30.8.07
Congratulations Dr. Fakhouri
I can't describe the great pride and admiration I felt as I read about Dr. Haifa Fakhouri today in the Jordan Times joining the leadship board at Harvard University:
I've have the privelege to interact with Dr. Fakhouri on many occasions and find her to be a very down to Earth person and a wonderful professional. As a Jordanian, it is truly an honor to call her a fellow countrywoman. This great accomplishment is one of many she has received over her career. In fact, she was selected as a Michiganian of the Year for 1999 (http://www.detnews.com/specialreports/2000/michiganians/fakhouri/fakhouri.htm). These citizens are choosen every year by readers of one of, if not THE, largest newspaper in the state of Michigan.
Her work with the ACC (Arab and Chaldean Council http://www.myacc.org/) throughout the metropolitan Detroit, Michigan area is blessing to those people that hail from the middle east in settle in the areas her offices serve. These people find many services at their disposal to make aclimating to the US much easier. The organization has been assisting people for over 26 years.
Harvard appoints Jordanian American to women’s leadership board
DETROIT (Petra) - Harvard University has appointed Founder and President of the Arab American and Chaldean Council Haifa Fakhouri as a member of the Women’s Leadership Board at its John F. Kennedy School of Government. The group comprises influential women from around the world who are responsible for advancing women globally through leadership, advocacy and dialogue on public policy. Fakhouri has also been selected for induction into the Michigan Women’s Hall of Fame for 2007. Fakhouri, who is the first American Jordanian figure to join the hall, was chosen in appreciation of her efforts and activities in empowering women and boosting their leadership roles in the US and elsewhere.
DETROIT (Petra) - Harvard University has appointed Founder and President of the Arab American and Chaldean Council Haifa Fakhouri as a member of the Women’s Leadership Board at its John F. Kennedy School of Government. The group comprises influential women from around the world who are responsible for advancing women globally through leadership, advocacy and dialogue on public policy. Fakhouri has also been selected for induction into the Michigan Women’s Hall of Fame for 2007. Fakhouri, who is the first American Jordanian figure to join the hall, was chosen in appreciation of her efforts and activities in empowering women and boosting their leadership roles in the US and elsewhere.
I've have the privelege to interact with Dr. Fakhouri on many occasions and find her to be a very down to Earth person and a wonderful professional. As a Jordanian, it is truly an honor to call her a fellow countrywoman. This great accomplishment is one of many she has received over her career. In fact, she was selected as a Michiganian of the Year for 1999 (http://www.detnews.com/specialreports/2000/michiganians/fakhouri/fakhouri.htm). These citizens are choosen every year by readers of one of, if not THE, largest newspaper in the state of Michigan.
Her work with the ACC (Arab and Chaldean Council http://www.myacc.org/) throughout the metropolitan Detroit, Michigan area is blessing to those people that hail from the middle east in settle in the areas her offices serve. These people find many services at their disposal to make aclimating to the US much easier. The organization has been assisting people for over 26 years.
7.8.07
The Need for Speed
This dude* has nothing on me. Note that he was driving 137 MPH, not KPH, for those of you outside the US. Sure that is a fast speed, really fast! And you have to be pretty brave to go that fast on a motorcycle. But have you ever gone in-between two semi's at over 150 MPH while sitting on the back of motorcycle? Everyone claims that they have done that.....but I will be honest.....I don't have the guts or the stupidity to do anything as careless as that. But I have done many other crazy things behind the wheel of a car. I regularly drive over 100 mph in my SUV and if I am in a car going 140 is nothing. And in Jordan, on the lost stretch of desert highway, 220 KPH is the norm. I wonder if the cruise control works at that speed. I'll have to try that next time. In my neck of the woods, I know the speed traps, and those long smooth straight stretches of highway that allow you to "punch" the gas. I love speed; I do have the need for speed! It makes my adrenaline flow, it is my recreational drug of choice, and there's nothing like passing those who have the cars to smoke you, but don't dare push all their cylinders to their potential, pushing the RPM needle into the red and hearing the roar of the engine. I love it! I press so hard down on the gas pedal with my right foot, that I am practically standing on it. My left foot closely hovers over the brake pedal, just in case I need to manoeuvre around some idiot driving the speed limit in the left lane or if I only have a split second to bring the vehicle to a complete stop. I just feel more safe using both feet to force the brake pads around the rotors and come to a screeching halt. You can see the brake pad dust blowing in the wind, the the smell the burned rubber that just transferred to the asphalt and took off 1/20 of a inch off my treads. Rest assured I am as safe as they come. I don't do put other lives in danger. I don't do this unless the weather is perfect and the roads clear. I just like speed that's all.
*A motorcyclist earned a spot on the sheriff's "Wall of Fame" after he was clocked at 137 miles per hour early Tuesday.
"We have a 'Wall of Fame' here in the report room, and when anybody arrests someone traveling over 100 mph, we mark it down," Tuscola County sheriff's Lt. James Giroux said following the arrest of the Fairgrove man.
"I held the record for a long time after catching a guy going 108 mph, but now with these 'crotch rocket' motorcycles, it's way beyond that. Sgt. Mike Pine had the record for about a year by catching a motorcycle going 118 mph.
"But this 137 mph is the new record," Giroux said.
The 37-year-old motorcyclist told police he was "late for work" after a Vassar police officer stopped him at 3:35 a.m. in the town of Richville, about 80 miles northwest of Detroit.
The suspect was in the county jail Tuesday morning awaiting arraignment on a charge of fleeing and eluding police
*A motorcyclist earned a spot on the sheriff's "Wall of Fame" after he was clocked at 137 miles per hour early Tuesday.
"We have a 'Wall of Fame' here in the report room, and when anybody arrests someone traveling over 100 mph, we mark it down," Tuscola County sheriff's Lt. James Giroux said following the arrest of the Fairgrove man.
"I held the record for a long time after catching a guy going 108 mph, but now with these 'crotch rocket' motorcycles, it's way beyond that. Sgt. Mike Pine had the record for about a year by catching a motorcycle going 118 mph.
"But this 137 mph is the new record," Giroux said.
The 37-year-old motorcyclist told police he was "late for work" after a Vassar police officer stopped him at 3:35 a.m. in the town of Richville, about 80 miles northwest of Detroit.
The suspect was in the county jail Tuesday morning awaiting arraignment on a charge of fleeing and eluding police
6.8.07
Party All Night
Oh my…I am 34 and one day, give or take a few hours. For some, that means I'm an old geezer, while to others it seems I'm quite young. For me, no matter what my driver’s license says about me being born in 1973, I will for eternity, be 23 and that means for the year 2007 I was born August 5, 1984. Hey, speaking of 1984…… my younger brother was born that year. I remember the day he was born and the exact time; 11:06 am. I had to walk home from school everyday at lunch to walk my sister to school, who attended the same school as I, but was in the afternoon kindergarten. That day, my uncle was at our house with my parents nowhere to be found. I remember asking about my mom and that’s when my uncle told me that I had a new baby brother. That is when I still believed that mom’s took pills to HAVE babies and not to prevent pregnancy. Yes, we were very sheltered kids. But, I still want to believe that is how my mom got pregnant with me and my siblings.
This weekend I got to celebrate my birthday along with the birthday of a good friend of mine, T. I went to his party with a friend last year, and that’s when I hung out with T and discovered we shared the same birth day….although as I like to remind T, he’s 3 years older than me! The party is held as his exclusive cottage community. We’re talking secret passwords and handshakes and of course militia security people guarding the entrance. It sounds great, but rest assured, we're talking septic tanks, well water and the great outdoors. At least the toliets flush and there is a nice lake. Another friend also owns a cabin there that has been in his family for a very long time, we're talking 60 years+. This place is really secluded...after a few turns from the main road, it's a right turn off a rural road to the fenced "camp". After the entrance, you drive through dense forest for about 1 mile on a very narrow one lane dirt road. If you happen to meet another vehicle heading in the opposite direction, one of you would probably have to back up all the way back from the direction they came, in order to let the other vehicle through. They should install some kind of light mechanism to notify other vehicles that the road is in use when anyone is entering or leaving the camp. Kinda like trains and railroad tracks have. But I don’t think it really necessary as the is place is really not busy with people coming and going except for a few nights a year…this past Saturday being one of those nights.
The party was really big, people living across the lake and from surrounding lakes come to it…either crashing it or being invited. Friends bring friends who bring friends who bring friends. I would estimate that there were over 100 people. I arrived just after the sun had set and there were people already a little tipsy from all the booze. I swear this one guy was walking at a 70 degree angle, he was barefoot, hitting on the girls and almost got into a few brawls with the guys that had enough of his blabbering. One girl drank so much she was slurring her words and had to point at the beer tap to get more. She outdrank one guy and laughed in his face. His ego was shattered as he himself consumed enough liquor to raise his BAL (blood alcohol level) to at least .25%! The camp has a licensed bar and for this party, people among the invited, are asked to bartend. T bought approximately 8 cases of adult beverages (AB’s) around 96 bottles and two HUGE kegs of beer. The beer disappeared…mind you that is over 400, 16 oz cups and many of the liters of liquor had hard a drop of liquid in them as the 5th hour of partying elapsed. At one point during the night I was invited to bartend; my first time doing that at any function. But being very knowledgeable on the expansive subject of adult beverages and the fine art of mixing drinks, I was well prepared and I made many of the customers happy. I was tossing bottles in the air, spinning them in my hands, and remarkably not spiling much. As humble and giving as T is, the AB’s were not necessarily free. Drinkers were asked to give "TIPS TO BUILD A NEW DECK" for the camp. But from what I noticed, the amount given back as tips was only 10% of that which was paid to buy the AB's. And as the night wore on, the buckets set up to collect the tip money were being filled with lower denominations if anything at all. Maybe all those dead brain cells caused people to forget. Nonetheless, a good time was had by all. I made some killer drinks…Jaeger Bombs, some crazy concoction of Pucker Apple, Grey Goose Vodka, Crown Royal and cranberry juice a very nice girl taught me to make, and easy to make screwdrivers although I put in 4 oz Absolute, 8oz OJ. The only girly drink I would allow to be made on my watch were the colorful cosmopolitans...no pina colads or daquiris allowed. The most popular besides the Bud Light was Grey Goose and Red Bull. I settled simply on the bottled water and a few Dt. Pepsi's. At around 2:00 the lights were turned off at the bar, signaling the end and still people refused to go….eventually the last remaining drunks crawled out and it was time once again to navigate the long road to the highway. There were many designated drivers in attendance and few people who were recovering alcoholics who remained sober. All in all it was a very good time and everyone made it home ok. There were no boat accidents and no one made too big a fool of themselves. Except those two girls who were up on the bar and started..........oops, sorry, whatever happens in SC, stays in SC.
I finally made it home at 3:30 and went to bed at 4 with my smoke infused clothing still on. I spend my real birthday recovering and enjoying a surprise impromptu party with my family. They got me ice cream cake but I didn't allow them to sing! I got a few very nice cigars and also a speedometer for my bike from my friends that stopped by to wish me Happy Birthday.
You may have wondered why pictures were not posted of the party. There were many pictures taken and a few videos shot. And as you can imagine when people and alcohol mix, the wild side of everyone shows up, and I would hate for anyone to be embarrassed at some point in the future when they are running for public office or become a contestant on American Idol. So those shall remain on the memory card until they get overwritten with next year’s party pictures. Sorry.
This weekend I got to celebrate my birthday along with the birthday of a good friend of mine, T. I went to his party with a friend last year, and that’s when I hung out with T and discovered we shared the same birth day….although as I like to remind T, he’s 3 years older than me! The party is held as his exclusive cottage community. We’re talking secret passwords and handshakes and of course militia security people guarding the entrance. It sounds great, but rest assured, we're talking septic tanks, well water and the great outdoors. At least the toliets flush and there is a nice lake. Another friend also owns a cabin there that has been in his family for a very long time, we're talking 60 years+. This place is really secluded...after a few turns from the main road, it's a right turn off a rural road to the fenced "camp". After the entrance, you drive through dense forest for about 1 mile on a very narrow one lane dirt road. If you happen to meet another vehicle heading in the opposite direction, one of you would probably have to back up all the way back from the direction they came, in order to let the other vehicle through. They should install some kind of light mechanism to notify other vehicles that the road is in use when anyone is entering or leaving the camp. Kinda like trains and railroad tracks have. But I don’t think it really necessary as the is place is really not busy with people coming and going except for a few nights a year…this past Saturday being one of those nights.
The party was really big, people living across the lake and from surrounding lakes come to it…either crashing it or being invited. Friends bring friends who bring friends who bring friends. I would estimate that there were over 100 people. I arrived just after the sun had set and there were people already a little tipsy from all the booze. I swear this one guy was walking at a 70 degree angle, he was barefoot, hitting on the girls and almost got into a few brawls with the guys that had enough of his blabbering. One girl drank so much she was slurring her words and had to point at the beer tap to get more. She outdrank one guy and laughed in his face. His ego was shattered as he himself consumed enough liquor to raise his BAL (blood alcohol level) to at least .25%! The camp has a licensed bar and for this party, people among the invited, are asked to bartend. T bought approximately 8 cases of adult beverages (AB’s) around 96 bottles and two HUGE kegs of beer. The beer disappeared…mind you that is over 400, 16 oz cups and many of the liters of liquor had hard a drop of liquid in them as the 5th hour of partying elapsed. At one point during the night I was invited to bartend; my first time doing that at any function. But being very knowledgeable on the expansive subject of adult beverages and the fine art of mixing drinks, I was well prepared and I made many of the customers happy. I was tossing bottles in the air, spinning them in my hands, and remarkably not spiling much. As humble and giving as T is, the AB’s were not necessarily free. Drinkers were asked to give "TIPS TO BUILD A NEW DECK" for the camp. But from what I noticed, the amount given back as tips was only 10% of that which was paid to buy the AB's. And as the night wore on, the buckets set up to collect the tip money were being filled with lower denominations if anything at all. Maybe all those dead brain cells caused people to forget. Nonetheless, a good time was had by all. I made some killer drinks…Jaeger Bombs, some crazy concoction of Pucker Apple, Grey Goose Vodka, Crown Royal and cranberry juice a very nice girl taught me to make, and easy to make screwdrivers although I put in 4 oz Absolute, 8oz OJ. The only girly drink I would allow to be made on my watch were the colorful cosmopolitans...no pina colads or daquiris allowed. The most popular besides the Bud Light was Grey Goose and Red Bull. I settled simply on the bottled water and a few Dt. Pepsi's. At around 2:00 the lights were turned off at the bar, signaling the end and still people refused to go….eventually the last remaining drunks crawled out and it was time once again to navigate the long road to the highway. There were many designated drivers in attendance and few people who were recovering alcoholics who remained sober. All in all it was a very good time and everyone made it home ok. There were no boat accidents and no one made too big a fool of themselves. Except those two girls who were up on the bar and started..........oops, sorry, whatever happens in SC, stays in SC.
I finally made it home at 3:30 and went to bed at 4 with my smoke infused clothing still on. I spend my real birthday recovering and enjoying a surprise impromptu party with my family. They got me ice cream cake but I didn't allow them to sing! I got a few very nice cigars and also a speedometer for my bike from my friends that stopped by to wish me Happy Birthday.
You may have wondered why pictures were not posted of the party. There were many pictures taken and a few videos shot. And as you can imagine when people and alcohol mix, the wild side of everyone shows up, and I would hate for anyone to be embarrassed at some point in the future when they are running for public office or become a contestant on American Idol. So those shall remain on the memory card until they get overwritten with next year’s party pictures. Sorry.
3.8.07
Friday Funny
THE OLE MULE STORY
A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde.
"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine,'?"asked the lawyer.
Clyde responded, "Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the..."
"I didn't ask for any details", the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?"
Clyde said, "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road...."
The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."
By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde 's answer and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie".
Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded.
"Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting, real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her fatal condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me,and said, "How are you feeling?"
"Now what the hell would you say?"
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A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde.
"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine,'?"asked the lawyer.
Clyde responded, "Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the..."
"I didn't ask for any details", the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?"
Clyde said, "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road...."
The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."
By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde 's answer and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie".
Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded.
"Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting, real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her fatal condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me,and said, "How are you feeling?"
"Now what the hell would you say?"
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