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Title: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on November 30, 2009, 01:10:29 am
it says at the end pass it on to 10 friends and get good luck etc.

well these emails are started by email miners looking for valid email to spam to.
so they hope to get it back some time and filled with heaps of every ones private collection of friends emails.

so don't pass them on just copy and paste them here for every one to read  
here is the first one.


A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew, and he has something bad growing inside his head, and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry, but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick, and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents--the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was a surgeon specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of charge, and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on November 30, 2009, 01:14:06 am
awwwww! ^-^


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on November 30, 2009, 01:20:14 am
you made me cry, and I don't like crying. very cute and sad in a good way.

his is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU
> DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
>
> My name is Chris,
> I am three,
> My eyes are swollen...
> I cannot see.
>
>
>
>
>
> I must be stupid,
> I must be bad,
> What else could have made,
> My daddy so mad?
>
>
>
>
> I wish I were better,
> I wish I weren't ugly,
> Then maybe my mommy,
> Would still want to hug me.
>
>
>
> I can't do a wrong,
> I can't speak at all,
> Or else I'm locked up,
> All day long.
>
>
>
>
>
> When I'm awake,
> I'm all alone,
> The house is dark,
> My folks aren't home.
>
>
>
>
> When my mommy does come home,
> I'll try and be nice,
> So maybe I'll just get,
> One whipping tonight.
>
>
>
>
>
> I just heard a car,
> My daddy is back,
> From Charlie's bar
>
>
>
> I hear him curse,
> My name is called ,
> I press myself,
> Against the wall.
>
>
>
>
>
> I try to hide,
> From his evil eyes,
> I'm so afraid now,
> I'm starting to cry.
>
>
>
>
> He finds me weeping,
> Calls me ugly words,
> He says its my fault,
> He suffers at work.
>
>
>
>
>
> He slaps and hits me,
> And yells at me more,
> I finally get free,
> And run to the door.
>
>
>
>
>
> He's already locked it,
> And I start to bawl,
> He takes me and throws me,
> Against the hard wall.
>
>
>
>
>
> I fall to the floor,
> With my bones nearly broken,
> And my daddy continues,
> With more bad words spoken.
>
>
>
>
>
> 'I'm sorry!', I scream,
> But it's now much to late,
> His face has been twisted,
> Into a unimaginable sh ape.
>
>
>
>
>
> The hurt and the pain,
> Again and again,
> O please God, have mercy!
> O please let it end!
>
>
>
>
> And he finally stops,
> And heads for the door,
> While I lay there motionless,
> Sprawled on the floor.
>
>
>
>
>
> My name is Chris,
> I am three,
> Tonight my daddy,
> Murdered me.
>
>
> And you can help,
> Sickens me to the soul,
> If you read this,
> And don't pass it on.
>
>
>
>
>
> I pray for your forgiveness,
> You would have to be,
> One heartless person,
> Not to be affected,
> By this Poem.
>
>
>
>
>
> And because you ARE affected,
> Do something about it!
> So all I ask you to do,
> Is pass this on!
>
>
>
>
> IF YOU ARE AGAINST
> CHILD ABUSE!
> Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
>
> If you do not send this to
> everyone you know
> Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
>
> At first I thought this was just a chain letter
> And I wasn't going to send it either,
> But now I realize that this is an important
> situation.
>
>
>
> At least 5 children each day from around the world die from
> child abuse!!!!
>

somebody make a death penalty to child abuse.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on November 30, 2009, 01:38:18 am
:'(


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on November 30, 2009, 01:51:44 am
i know.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on December 01, 2009, 03:34:39 am

A little boy blows up his balloon and starts flicking it all around the house with his finger.
His mother tells him to stop it as he's liable to break something. The boy continues. "Johnny!" mom screams. "Knock it off. You're going to break something." He stops and eventually mom leaves for a short trip to the store. Johnny starts up with the balloon again. He gives it one last flick and it lands in the toilet. Mom comes in and while putting away the grocery gets the urge. A diarrhea run. She can hardly make it to the toilet in time and SPLASH, out it comes. When she's finished she looks down and can't believe what she's seeing. Diarrhoea everywhere! She's not sure what this big brown thing is in the toilet! She calls her doctor. The doctor is baffled as she describes the situation, but he assure her he'll be over shortly to examine everything. When he arrives she leads him to the bathroom and he gets down on his knees and takes a long, hard look at the thing. Finally, he takes out his pen and sort of touches it to see what it might be and POP! The balloon explodes and diarrhea is everywhere. on him, the walls, etc. "Doctor! Doctor! Are you all right?" she asks. He says, "I've been in this business for over 30 years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a fart!"



Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 01, 2009, 08:44:21 pm
eww.....


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 02, 2009, 10:17:44 pm
yuch! :o


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 02, 2009, 10:56:39 pm
That truly is just gross :P


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on December 03, 2009, 01:44:02 pm
THIS MAY COME AS A SURPRISE TO THOSE OF YOU NOT
LIVING IN LAS VEGAS, BUT THERE ARE MORE CHURCHES
THAN CASINOS.

NOT SURPRISINGLY, SOME WORSHIPPERS AT SUNDAY SERVICES WILL GIVE CASINO CHIPS RATHER THAN CASH WHEN THE BASKET IS PASSED.

SINCE THEY GET CHIPS FROM MANY DIFFERENT CASINOS,
THE CHURCHES HAVE DEVISED A METHOD TO COLLECT THE OFFERINGS.

THE CHURCHES SEND ALL THEIR COLLECTED CHIPS TO A NEARBY FRANCISCAN MONASTERY FOR SORTING AND
THEN THE CHIPS ARE TAKEN TO THE CASINOS OF ORIGIN
AND CASHED IN.







THIS IS DONE BY




CHIP MONKS!

OH, I AM SO SORRY, YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING DID YOU ?




GOTCHA !!


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 04, 2009, 01:26:40 am
...Lol.
Gambling Parishioners.
Great. And in Las Vegas.
Lol, definitely.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 04, 2009, 01:33:19 am
that is sad... LOL


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 04, 2009, 02:00:23 am
as in teary sad, or pathetic sad?


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 04, 2009, 02:30:18 am
pathetic sad rofl


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 04, 2009, 02:33:10 am
translation of rofl?


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 04, 2009, 02:38:51 am
rofl:

R olling

O n

F loor

L aughing

can also be

roflmao

R olling

O n

F loor

L aughing

M y

A ss

O ff

;)


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 06, 2009, 10:12:36 pm
what ever she just said.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 06, 2009, 10:16:59 pm
*nod nod*


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 06, 2009, 10:28:37 pm
exactly. Someone put another email up.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 06, 2009, 10:33:08 pm
*cant find her funnies* :(


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 06, 2009, 11:11:28 pm
This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital .



It was sent
by

a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement
AFTER THE POEM.




SLOW DANCE



Have you ever
watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so
fast.

Time is short.

The music won't
last.

Do you run through each day

On the
fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the
reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your
bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through
your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so
fast.

Time is short.

The music won't
last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it
tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see
his

sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good
friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call
and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance
so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't
last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You
miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry
through your day,

It is like an unopened
gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a
race.

Do take it slower

Hear the
music

Before the song is over.

------------
--------



FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL
COUNT.



Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon
leave this world due to cancer.



This young girl has 6 months left
to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.



She'll
never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a
family of her own.



By you sending this to as many people as
possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know
that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's
not even your money, just
your time!



PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.





awww! :'(


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 06, 2009, 11:15:47 pm
 :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on December 06, 2009, 11:29:15 pm
thats a typical email 'miner'
and this is the place to show them where it is safe to do so


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on December 07, 2009, 02:19:34 am
just got this today it was so disjointed by so many hundreds of pass ons that it was almost unintelligible so i edited it  so here it is as it should have been many times ago.

                    12 OF US IN A ROOM TOGETHER                 

                I am supposed to pick 12 women (who have touched my life) and who I think   might participate. I think that if this group of women were ever to be in a room together, there is nothing that would be impossible. I hope I chose the  right twelve. May my hugs, love, gestures and communications remind you how special you are. Please send this back to me.
 
     Remember to make a wish before you read the quotation. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. Just send this to twelve women and let me know what happens on the fourth day. Try not to break this, please. Did you  make a  wish yet? If you don't make a wish, it won't come true.. This is your last chance to make a wish!
     

        Quotation:
        'May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are  born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'
     
      Now, send this to 12 women (or more) within the next 5 minutes.. And  remember to send this back. I count as 1... you'll see why


 


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on December 08, 2009, 12:00:36 am
pfffft, I find that a load of- *cuts self off*


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on April 06, 2010, 07:10:31 pm
Rolling  On |The floor Laughing my head off


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: RetroGen on April 07, 2010, 11:17:03 pm
rolling on floor laughing, but that Las Vegas story is amazing. And I have to say, I did fall off from my chair when I read that doctor's story.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Scarlet Lion on July 10, 2010, 10:49:07 pm
This is not exactly a pass it on email, nor do I know whether it actually happened, but the opening one from piersdad triggered my memory of a beautiful story that says a lot about love and generosity:

A six-year-old boy developed a serious kidney disease and was in danger of dying unless a suitable donor could be found. Unfortunately, he had a rare blood type which made a match very unlikely. His parents and uncles and aunties all offered to be tested, but they weren't compatible. Nor were there any matches to be found in country-wide data banks.

However, during the course of the investigations the medical team discovered that his eight-year-old sister was a perfect match. Nor, they told his parents, would there be any technical problem in transplanting one of her kidneys into him. This presented their parents with a great hope, but a dreadful dilemma at the same time. They wanted their son to live, but they didn't want to pressure the eight-year-old; they wanted her to make the decision of her own choice.

Carefully, they explained to her the gravity of her brother's situation, and how she could save his life by going through an operation for him. She asked them to wait a few moments while she thought about it. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I'll do it."

Her parents, overjoyed, were hurrying from the room to ring the doctor when her voice stopped them. They turned to see her standing, a fat tear beginning to well from one eye. "Mummy, Daddy," she whispered, "you will remember me after David gets better, won't you?"

"Why would you want to know that, darling?" they asked.

"Because I'm going to have to die when David takes my kidney," she said.

She had not understood that she could give up a kidney and still have one left -- yet she was still prepared to sacrifice herself for her brother.

 


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on July 11, 2010, 01:32:40 am
rolling on floor laughing..


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on July 13, 2010, 12:12:36 am
that is so cute!!!


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Miss Magic on July 16, 2010, 03:59:59 am
er that rolling on the floor laughing was from the first page o.0 that's an adorable story :)


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: Scarlet Lion on July 17, 2010, 02:28:26 am
Thank you, MM. I wasn't entirely sure about your sense of humour when I saw your "rofl" post straight after my last one.


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: piersdad on July 26, 2010, 04:08:52 am
The SON       
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
 
The ending will surprise you.
 
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
   
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.


 
About a month later, just before Christmas,
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
 
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
   
                There was silence..
 Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
      But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the    Real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
 
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
  'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
  The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
  They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
  The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
 
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
                   'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
 
          The man who took the son gets everything!'
 


Got this one with a religious message at the end which i deleted.

however it is a classic story that has the twist at the end that makes the whole story make sense and so you can remember the main part of the story


Title: Re: the pass it on emails
Post by: mollytime on December 05, 2010, 06:19:27 pm
haha, ruch buggers!

Oops, I didn't type that, I sw...promise!!!!