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My mom always said that she didn't care how long she lived as long as she made it to 80 years old. On this date in 2009, she missed her 81st birthday by one week. She made it to 80, and the last three months she lived were some of the most pain-free she had while living with three chronic illnesses. She was the nicest person I've ever known and cared for her family more than anything in the world. My heart is broken today.

Where have you beeeeeeen? Are you ok? 👀

It does not signify. But thank you for asking.

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Thank you. I wish I felt that I deserved this.

I wish you peace.

🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.~🌼

Thank you, that is very kind.

🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.~🌼

Thank you, I wish I felt more of a beautiful person lately. I am just not there.

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C. A. Singh • Earthquake

10-29-20

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"We few, we happy few."

I had more words to say about this, but I don't think anybody wants to hear them anymore.

Happy St Crispin Day.

now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England

That do no work to-day!

KING. What's he that wishes so?

My cousin, Westmorland? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour

As one man more methinks would share from me

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

We would not die in that man's company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he'll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words—

Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—

Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be rememberèd—

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition;

And gentlemen in England now a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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I can’t tell what to do right. I’m neither that arrogant or successful.

But if you need to know what to do wrong. Well, then, I’m definitely your huckleberry.

There are two types of people in this world

Those who can extrapolate from incomplete information.

Q: How many really confused people does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: To get to the other side!

Answer: Siss! Boom! Bah!

Question: What does an exploding sheep sound like?

Pics from around the west, over the years.

"It is a beautiful day at The Red Pony Bar and Grill and continual soiree." - Henry Standing Bear

Q: How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irishman?

A: None.

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Every once in a while I find myself wishing that I was not just wasting time.

I wish you peace.

One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies:

"You ride alone? You ride ALONE?!? You're the most un-alone guy I've ever met!"

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