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Drew H asked:


A king was trying to find an equal mate for his daughter and decided to have the greatest men from all around come to see if the were well suited for his daughter. Many years ago a witch had cast a spell on her that made it so anything she touched melted away. The only way it could be lifted is if a substance could be found that didn’t melt when she touched it. The king had a man come with a giant sword made from the purest of diamonds. She grabbed the sword and it melted into a big pile. Later the king brought a man with a shield made from bamboo, thinking hey, plants can’t melt, why not. Well that didn’t work either, so they eventually he became fed up with it and started to make plans with the queen to have a new daughter that can take over the throne. One day a peasant boy approached the throne and said reach into my pocket and i promise whats in there wont melt. So she did and she pulled something out that didn’t melt. What was in her hand????
Way to go old guy you got it!!

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I listened to a crazy woman on youtube the other day, Mary K. Baxter, who claims to have been visited by Jesus and given a tour of heaven and hell for no reason except the J-man must have been a little bored.

I’m used to this type of person, she was a big fat, pasty white southern woman with “high hair” and a tone of superiority in her voice (in Jesus’ defense if I had to pick somebody to drag through hell she would be on my top ten list too).

The hilarious part is that when she described heaven, everything she said was about materialism. The “pearly gates” were one enormous pearl (real creative right?) the streets were paved with gold, everybody was dripping with jewelry, Mary was wearing a dress made out of diamonds (obviously she values fashion over comfort, good call Mary), there were trees everywhere growing enormous pieces of fruit and running through the streets everywhere were “little black children” (that’s “southern-speak” for “look at me!, I’m not a racist”), and of course everybody had a soilid gold condominium.

It got me to thinking, “Do theists think of heaven as anything more than their savings account in the sky?” I know I know, “We get to be in god’s presence”, that’s the only non-materialistic thing I’ve ever heard about heaven and I don’t have the foggiest what it entails. So you get to stand there next to god (who you apparently can’t even get too close to because of his shroud of “unapproachable light” so you get to stand somewhere in the vicinity of god and pick fruit with black kids). That sounds fun, for like maybe three minutes, and then you sigh look at your 20 pound diamond watch and realize you have an eternity of this.

The hell part was even funnier, cliche all the way down to the red footy pajamas.

How do you people NOT realize that you’re being conned?

mongoose_gurl asked:


Surely the earth was made with all those elements in it for a reason. Will the earth just crumble in on itself because of all the hollow cavities left behind? There’s going to be nothing left of it because man’s just taking it all out and not worrying about the consequences. I’m very worried about our future generation because in a 100 years our kids kids are probably gonna be living on Mars, where there won’t be trees, animals and all the other earthly things that we take for granted. I reckon what man has done to the earth is one of the main causes why all these natural disasters are happening more frequently, cos the earth is trying to shake us off so it can try heal itself (if that’s even still possible at this stage!?), not to mention all the polution etc. HELP SAVE THE EARTH!!

john p asked:


1.In how many different orders can six people sit around a round table.
2.For a group of 4 men and 5 women, how many committees of size 3 are possible: a) with no restriction? b) With 1 man and 2 women?
3.How many six-person volleyball teams be made from a group of seven men and three women if:
a.There is no sex discrimination?
b.The team must contain at least two women?
4.How many bridge hands are possible containing 4 spades, 6 diamonds, 1 club and 2 hearts?
5.A president and a treasurer are to be chosen from a student club consisting of 50 people. Ho many different choices of officers are possible if
a.there are no restrictions
b.A will serve only if he is president
c.B and C will serve together or not at all?
6.Find the number of ways in which nine contestants can be ranked first, second, third, fourth and fifth to their heights.
7.How many different permutations are there of the letters from the word Mississippi?

Lottie asked:


Okay this essay is completely a fictional piece made up from my own mind, well actually the assignment was for us to take a not so good essay (based on true events) and make it better, so here’s what I have:

The sun reflected off the cobalt blue paint of my new sports car. It was one of those days that you sang to the radio, content with the world for once. As I sat in my car, debating on what my boss would say if I were to take the day off, a young couple across the street caught my attention. They sat at one of those outdoor cafes. Soon they stood, revealing designer clothes that suited the handsome couple. One could clearly tell that they were deeply in love. I saw the woman reach up to caress the mans face, the sun glinted off her diamond ring. Newlyweds, I assumed with a smile. The woman leaned forward and gave the man a kiss. She turned and took a step off the sidewalk, it was that one fateful step that could have changed everything.
At that exact moment that the woman took that step I heard a dull roar coming from the west. I turned my head to see a brown, non descript car speeding down the street. The driver was oblivious to the change of the light from yellow to red. I did not need to be clairvoyant to know what would happen next. I found myself scrambling out of my car, fearful for the woman. The husband, having seen the speeding car as well, wore a mask of horror. He found his voice before I could find mine. He shouted a warning and took a step to try and save the woman. Another onlooker pulled him back just as the woman turned back to him; just as the car hit her.
To this day I can still hear the mans anguished shout. I can still see him running to the broken body in the street. It was not until later that I realized I had called 9-1-1. I, like so many others just watched as the man cried over his wifes dead body.
Vaguely I remember hearing sirens, I remember giving my statement to the police. I watched as the pulled the driver from the car, and soon my curiosity turned to disgust as I realized that the man was completely inebriated. It was quite obvious that this was not the first time the man had done this. The police later confirmed my suspicion.
I could not help but realize how easily this all could have been avoided. Maybe if the man and woman would have lingered over coffee she would still be alive. Or if someone had taken the keys from the drunk man, the husband would not be grieving over his dead wifes body in the street, his wifes kiss still warm on his cheek.
My experience has shown me how relaxed we have become on drunk driving. Perhaps if my experience were shared by others we would try harder to prevent accidents such as this one.
Although it is a sad truth that tragedies such as this one has to happen before the public takes notice.

Laurel asked:


Wednesday, my husband and I went shopping and I saw a gorgeous necklace (sapphire and diamond) that I made sure he knew I liked.

Thursday, he came home from work with a present for me and I was certain it was that beautiful necklace. To my shock and surprise, it was a different necklace! Looked nothing like the one I had seen the day prior! I asked him why he got me this one and he said it was because my face lit up when I first saw it, but that’s wrong because I’ve never seen that particular necklace before. And I would have been ok with it but this necklace was just plain hideous. Anyway, we got into an argument and I told him I didn’t want it.

This morning, he brought me breakfast in bed with flowers, and I found the necklace that I actually wanted around my neck (Somehow he managed to put it on my neck while I was still sleeping). He told me that he went back to the jewelery salon and asked the sales woman which one we had looked at and tried on the other day. I was so disappointed when he said that because I was expecting him to say he remembered which one ACTUALLY made my face lit up. Why are men so inconsiderate?

Aries Queen asked:


I have been dating a man on and off for 9 months. His game is he wows you then distances himself. I am not one ot chase a man but I have bent a little for him. We recently became serious and had the best month together. We got a long great and loved each others company. This past weekend he had made all these plans with me then he disappeared. When he finally called (3 days later) he said it was a misunderstanding on both our parts (I didn’t call him either) he thought I wanted space. I fidn that to be BS because he was supposed to return my call and never did. I was upset and told him that it hurt me everytime he did that so if he could just please take me into consideration next time and tell me something simple like “Something came up I’ll make up to you later”, no need for explanation.. Seriously I enjoy my freedom time apart is music to my ears (i’m an aries). Instead of apologizing and agreeing to work on it he told me mayeb it would be better to just cut off ties. I agreed and we slept through the night with our backs turned to eachother. He left in the morning and I haven’t heard from him since and know he will not call unless I basically chase after him all over again. Which I refuse to do. I am wondering if it is our signs that is the problem. Aries woman & Cancer man?? He mentioned to me during our arguement that I would be running after him for a long time but the day I caught him he was mine forever… “I caught myself a diamond.” Can someone say cocky.. I am not in love with this guy but it is the challenge that keeps me going. I have never had a man who got to know me and didn’t fall and chase after me (ok call me cocky!) that is why I am so frustrated. I know he cares about me and likes me and misses me just as much he is just stubborn and like I said expects to be chased. Someone help me!!

Sisquo asked:


~Prologue~

The burly young man rose from his seated position. He eyed the scintillating chessboard and wondered which piece to move next. It was becoming more and more obvious to him that he was going to lose the game. Keeping one good eye on his opponent, he brushed his thick fingers through his dark silky hair and then reached for a rook with his other hand. He moved his chess piece that had been fashioned out of gold and encrusted with diamonds. He grunted out of frustration.
The young man seated before him in an office chair was me. I, in turn, moved my rook.
“Check,” I declared with a wry smile painted across my usually intense face.
“I’ve never really liked this game you know,” said the standing man, his skin reddened by the warm sun outside.
“Play your next move Chris,” I said to him. He was Christopher Cruez, a renowned business mogul and close friend of mine. He was a good 2, 5 metres tall; casting a giant shadow over the diamond encrusted chessboard that lay on the dark Oakwood coffee table. Christopher was heir to the Cruez fortune. Soon he would inherit from his father - Vincent Cruez - a six-billion dollar company and two billion dollars worth of stocks and other financial assets. However, Christopher, in his personal capacity, was a Rand-billionaire.
I sat before him waiting for him to execute his final move before I put him in checkmate.
“And that’s because I’ve never understood it. I’m not a strategist…” he replied in his own defence, fixing his purple Turnbul and Asser tie.
“My dear friend,” I started, eyeing him from my seated position in my office chair. “Chess is like life. You have to have contingencies for every unplanned occurrence. You have to be on the ball, think ahead!” I said coolly.
“Blah, blah, blah! I’m a self-made billionaire for goodness sake. I think I understand life pretty well.” Christopher sat down and poured himself some sweet white wine. Drinking the wine proved to be a difficult task for him as his thick fingers failed to grasp the neck of the glass wine properly. So he opted to make use of a tumbler instead.
“That point is arguable,” I retorted with a grin.
Chris rolled his eyes.
The clear sunlight filtered through the white lace curtain and illuminated the wooden walls of the normally dark office. The calming sounds of the sea water lapping outside made me think on the new friends I had made in the last few months. Some of them were basking in the glory of the sun outside. I could never understand how people could lay in the sun’s full glare and enjoy it. I thought on them momentarily then cast the memory aside and poured myself a glass of the wine.
I sipped the wine to get a feel for it. It was sweet and quite fortified; a colourful collusion of pristine pinotage and savoury sauvignon. Truly, I thought, it was nurtured to perfection.
I admired my office; it was exactly how I had wanted it to be. Decorating the spacious office had been an easy task for me; I wanted it to resound of my personality. Large original masterpiece paintings adorned the bright walls. Having painted each one myself, I found a fond memory in each one of them. Every one of them was reminiscent of a specific time in my life, I thought on some of those times briefly.
Japan.
Fond memories of the time I spent in that country bounded into my mind. The wonderful people I had left behind: Sui Lee, Man Ting; they were good friends and business partners.
“Are you thinking about the good old days?” Chris asked taking a sip of wine from the glass tumbler, his stubby fingers now wrapped comfortably around the drinking-glass.
“Yes,” I replied, putting aside my serendipitous memories.
“You know,” began Chris,” it should actually go down in history.”
I stared back at him quizzically.
“Don’t you think so?” Chris gulped down the last of the wine in his glass.
“I’m not sure I understand you,” I said looking at my friend, eyes wide.
“Everything we had to do to get here… To get where we are right now! Sibusiso,” he exclaimed excitedly, “why don’t you write another novel… Except this one won’t be about fictional characters… It’ll be about us!”
I considered it and sighed thoughtfully. It was obviously a way for Chris to get out of losing another game of chess to me, but it was a good idea nonetheless.
“You’re a genius,” I told him before swinging round in my swivelling office chair.
“I know I am,” Chris said grinning.
“But we’re still going to finish our game of chess!” I declared. Then I pulled my laptop closer, opened a word-processing program and began frantically typing away. I wondered what the first chapter would be called. Where I would begin the story? Then it struck me: “Putrid Plots”
The excerpt is simply the prologue. The story itself I have almost completed.
Thank you to those who gave constructive critism. It is highly appreciated.

I will make the necessary changes. Your concerns and encouragement is appreciated too.

The book, however was perused by an editor of a reknowned publishing company in the UK. Her take was similar to the feedback I received from the respondents below who are actually writers themselves.

Your input is invaluable.

~Sisquo~

<3 asked:


As deviously as I could pull off without going over the top, I laughed. “So many people,” I paused, taking my time, “They think they can do anything they want. They think that they’re the only ones on Earth trying to do this.” My voice bellowed off the walls in echoes, the sound waves traveling around the room at lightning speed. Again I laughed, “So depressing. For them, that is.”
As most do, the man cocked his head in confusion, and before he had a chance to speak, I read his lips. “It’s always the same, too. Who are you? Where is your voice even coming from? Get away from me, freak! You know how things can get pretty boring after a while, right? So do me a favor, and let’s just skip that part.” It surprises me how well of an actor I can be. It really does. I’m not really this cool around most people, I’m usually struggling for the right words to say, but when you do things like this everyday, you get pretty good at it. Especially since a lot of times it’s dealing with people you don’t even know.
The limb I had been sitting on, which held up most of the structure of the small jewelry shop, was made of a smooth mahogany wood, and was the size of a log in the woods that had fallen from a tree. I jumped down from it, the tall man’s back facing me. He turned around, probably more surprised than startled at the loud clack of my boots on the tile floor. I smirked at him, and knowingly began, “You can just empty that bag right there onto the ground, and get out of here. Or, I can handle you myself. It’s your choice.” His hand trembled as he looked down into the bag of jewelry he was regretfully grasping onto. He didn’t move. I pulled out a lighter from my back leather pocket, but stopped as my hand floated over the lever, “Wait a second,” I laughed innocently, pretending to have forgotten, “I don’t need this.” I placed it securely in my back pocket, put one hand on my hip, and stuck my other hand out with my palm up.
A small flame licked my fingertip, but didn’t burn it. It obviously intimidated him as it flickered in front of his now flushing face. His eyes widened. I traced a gulp slip down his throat. His lips weren’t moving at all; in fact they were frozen in a thin, straight line. “It’s your choice,” I repeated. He looked me from my head, to my toes, particularly stopping at the flames that now engulfed my finger. But again, it didn’t burn the least bit. See, you can’t really say I’m like every other human. He turned his head hesitantly, not taking his eyes off me, and called out his friend’s name.
He was now slowly walking out the entryway to an extension of the building where they stocked some of their jewelry, screaming, “What? What’s your problem, man?” He got one glance of me, and I smiled pleasantly at him. He dropped his brown ripped up sack to the ground, started heading for the exit, followed by the tall man who had done the same thing. “Nice meeting you!” I shouted innocently at them.
When they had made their way down towards traffic, I wringed my hand out in the air to put out the flame on my fingertip. Letting out a deep breath, I ran and grabbed both bags. They were dirty and gross, but they were also full. As fast as I could, I put the expensive jewelry, made of diamonds, jewels, and everything I only dreamed of owning, back in their spots as close to perfectly, and gently shut the top of the heavy glass case they were displayed in. Luckily the men hadn’t shattered it, and nothing was broken. Entering the extension, I returned the other jewelry to where it belonged.
Carefully and quickly I grabbed my long, plaid trench coat from where I had dropped it when I walked in. It covered my leather outfit, making me look somewhat more normal. I pulled my beret from its pocket, pulled it over my head, and casually pushed open the doors that lead outside.
Dawn had long before ate its last bites of daylight and now ruled the night sky like an invading army. The second I stepped onto the sidewalk the crisp breeze tackled me; and my heels created the faintest echo full of emptiness and glowing shallowness. I tightly crossed my arms over my chest holding together either side of my trench.
It wasn’t a long walk home of crossing abandon back roads and parking lots, silent and lonely, to find my roommate sprawled across the couch, the TV loud, an empty bag of potato chips on her chest.
where the stars are it’s meant to say “turned”. can u think of a better word?

bisexual_beauty asked:


my daughter has misplaced my grill, and the man i got it from is out of the country for a few months… the one i had was a bottom grill custom made, platinum and pink diamond, and i paid around 24,000 for it… so, tell me if anyone knows where i can get another at, who makes the best lookin grills? not real worried bout the cost!

thanks in advance