Don't want to trivialize this but....
> Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who
> >> > arrived in Iraq? They're all men!
> >> > How in the name of the United Nations does anyone expect men to
> >>find
> >> > Saddam's stash?
For crying' out loud! Men can't find the
> >>dirty clothes
> >> > hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of
> >>the cupboard
> >> > and splatters on the floor.... and these are the people we have
> >>sent into
> >> > Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction?
> >> > I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. Mothers
> >>can
> >> > sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of
> >>dope.
> >>Mothers
> >> > can find gin bottles that dads have stashed in the attic
> >>beneath the
> >> > rafters. They can sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor
> >>away. They
> >>can
> >> > tell when the lid of a cookie jar has been disturbed and notice
> >>when a
> >> > quarter inch slice has been shaved off a chocolate cake. A
> >>mother can
> >>smell
> >> > alcohol on your breath before you get your key in the front
> >>door and can
> >> > smell cigarette smoke from a block away. By examining laundry,
> >>a mother
> >> > knows more about their kids than Sherlock Holmes. And if a
> >>mother wants
> >>an
> >> > answer to a question, she can read an offenders eyes quicker
> >>than a
> >> > homicide detective.
> >> > So... considering the value a mother could bring to an
> >>inspection team,
> >> > why are we sending a bunch of old men who will rely on
> >>electronic
> >> > equipment to scout out hidden threats? My mother would walk in
> >>with a
> >>wooden
> >> > soup spoon in one hand, grab Saddam by the ear, give it a good
> >>twist and
> >> > snap, "Young man, do you have any weapons of mass destruction?"
> >>And God
> >>help
> >> > him if he tried to lie to her. She'd march him down the street
> >>to some
> >> > secret bunker and shove his nose into a nuclear bomb and say,
> >>"Uh, huh,
> >>and
> >> > what do you call this, mister?" Whap! Thump! Whap! Whap! Whap!
> >>And she'd
> >> > lay some stripes across his bare bottom with that soup spoon,
> >>then march
> >>him
> >> > home in
> >> > front of the whole of Baghdad. He'd not only come clean and
> >>apologize for
> >> > lying about it, he'd cut every lawn in Baghdad for free for the
> >>whole damn
> >> > summer.
> >> > Inspectors my ass... You want the job done? Call my mother.
sorry so long, should have edited this.
give us some lotto predictions Combo ... we don't want you banished ... one day we'll get together and discuss anything under the sun, over a cool one of course.
... is the Big Brother watching this BB you think ??