The Recipe

The Recipe

A man is showering up in a locker room with his buddy when he notices his friend is very well endowed.

"Damn, Bob, you're hung!" Jim exclaims.

"I wasn't always this impressive, I had to work for it."

"What do you mean?" Jim asked.

"Well, every day for the past two years I've spent an hour each night rubbing it with butter. I know it sounds crazy but it actually made it grow 4 inches! You should try it."

Jim agrees and the two say good bye.

A few months later the two are in the same locker room and Bob asks Jim how his situation was.

Jim replied, "I did what you said, Bob, but I've actually gotten smaller! I lost two inches already!"

"Did you do everything I told you? An hour each day with butter?"

"Well, I was out of butter, so I've been using Crisco.

"Wait for it....Wait....

You know it's " coming.... "

Crisco!!?" Bob exclaimed. "Damn it, Jim, Crisco is shortening!

MORAL OF THE STORY: You gotta follow the recipe.

Gods On Our Side

Gods On Our Side

Some lost their brother's
Some lost their friends
Some lost their parents
while others lost kids.

A horrible tragedy
who can count the cost?
The lives that its taken
the loved one's thats lost.

We rise as Americans
together we stand
to secure our country
to protect our land.

Pulling together
we wave our flag high
no heathens nor terrorists
takes this from our sky.

Caught off guard and spirits forged
we'll rise stronger than ever before
Rise out of the ashes strong and true
with love for our Country
with plans anew.

So, raise your flags American's so brave
let it fly high, Oh see how she waves
'Old Glory' will never bow
she'll take the blows
and the fire that singed her brow
will forever glow.

Tried in the fire, hardened like steel
we gather our forces, renew our zeal
love one another continue in pride
we'll win over evil
for Gods on our side.

Beverly Smith-Kerr
September 11, 2001