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10 Commandments Ebonics Style
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For Those Who Cannot Understand King James verison

Sometimes you have to get the message across
as best we can. Try this for those who can't
understand the King James Version:



1. I'm God. Don't play me.
(I am the Lord thy God, thou shalt not have any
other gods before me.)

2. Don't be makin no hood ornaments

(Thou shalt not! have any graven images)





3. Don\'t be callin\' me for no reason
(Thou shalt not use the name of the
Lord thy God in vain)





4. Y\'all betta be in church on Sunday,
and not just the Sundays when
it\'s Mother\'s day, Easter
and Christmas
(Remember to keep the Sabbath day holy)





5. Don\'t dis or cuss out yo momma...
and if you know who ya daddy
is, don\'t dis him neither.
(Honor thy father and thy mother)





6. Don\'t be goin\' on no drive bys.
(Thou shalt not kill)

7. Stick to ya own Boo.
(Thou shalt not commit adultery)

8. Don\'t be borrow\'n stuff and
don\'t give it back.
(Thou shalt not steal)





9. Don\'t be snitchin\' on the otha\'
man to save your behind.
(Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy brother)

10. Don\'t be eyein\' (skeeming) yo
homie\'s crib, ride, woman,
or nuffin.
(Thou shalt not covet anything that belongs to thy brother).






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and charms outta me, or like me.
(Thou shalt not! have any graven images)





3. Don't be callin' me for no reason
(Thou shalt not use the name of the
Lord thy God in vain)





4. Y'all betta be in church on Sunday,
and not just the Sundays when
it's Mother's day, Easter
and Christmas
(Remember to keep the Sabbath day holy)





5. Don't dis or cuss out yo momma...
and if you know who ya daddy
is, don't dis him neither.
(Honor thy father and thy mother)





6. Don't be goin' on no drive bys.
(Thou shalt not kill)

7. Stick to ya own Boo.
(Thou shalt not commit adultery)

8. Don't be borrow'n stuff and
don't give it back.
(Thou shalt not steal)





9. Don't be snitchin' on the otha'
man to save your behind.
(Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy brother)

10. Don't be eyein' (skeeming) yo
homie's crib, ride, woman,
or nuffin.
(Thou shalt not covet anything that belongs to thy brother).






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Friday March 9, 2007 - 01:59pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Don't Lie to MOM!
Don't Lie to MOM! magnify
HAVING MOM OVER FOR DINNER !

You don't even have to be a mother to enjoy this one...


Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was.

Brian's mom had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian and Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"

Brian said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure. So he sat down and wrote:



Dear Mom:

I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you "did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love,
Brian


Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:


Dear Son:

I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Stephanie, I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that if Stephanie was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love,
Mom
Tuesday December 19, 2006 - 10:17am (PST) Permanent Link | 2 Comments
12 Days Til Christmas!
12 Days Til Christmas! magnify
CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE DISTURBED

1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and
Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees
and.....

6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open
Fire

8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm
Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the
froggy -can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells,
Jingle Bells

Wednesday December 13, 2006 - 01:37pm (PST) Permanent Link | 1 Comment
A True Help Desk Story
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True "Help Desk" Story

This is a true story from a software helpline which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department.

Needless to say, the help desk employee was fired however, he is currently suing the organization for "Termination without Cause."  This is the actual dialogue of a former customer.

Support employee (now I know why they record these conversations) starts here:

Employee--"Computer Assistance; may I help you?"

Customer--"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with my word processor."

Employee--"What sort of trouble?"  Customer--"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."

Employee--"Went away?"  Customer--"They disappeared."

Employee--"Hmmm So what does your screen look like now?"  Customer--"Nothing."

Employee--"Nothing?"  Customer--"It's a blank; it won' t accept anything when I type."

Employee--"Are you still in the program, or did you get out?"  Customer--"How do I tell?"

Employee--"Can you see the 'C:' prompt on the screen?"  Customer--"What is a sea prompt?"

Employee--"Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"  Customer--"There isn't any cursor; I told you, it won't accept anything I type."

Employee--"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"  Customer--"What's a monitor?"

Employee--"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV.  Does it have little light that tells you when it's on?"  Customer--"I don't know."

Employee--"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"  Customer--"Yes, I think so."

Employee--"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall."  Customer--"Yes, it is."

Employee--"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"  Customer--"No."

Employee--"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."  Customer--"Okay, here it is."

Employee--"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."  Customer--"I can't reach."

Employee--"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"  Customer--"No."

Employee--"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"  Customer--"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle it's because it's dark."

Empployee--"Dark?"  Customer--"Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."

Employee--"Well, turn on the office light then."  Customer--"I can't."

Employee--"No? Why not?"  Customer--"Because there's a power failure."

Employee--"A power... a power failure?...  Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.  Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"  Customer--"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."

Employee--"Good.. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it.  Then take it back to the store you bought it from".

Customer--"Really? Is it that bad?"

Employee--"Yes, I'm afraid it is."  Customer--"Well, all right then, I suppose.  What do I tell them?"

Employee--"Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer...

Thursday December 7, 2006 - 11:17am (PST) Permanent Link | 1 Comment
A Different Christmas Poem
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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.



The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.



A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"



For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light

Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.



Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."



"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,

"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Monday December 4, 2006 - 07:12am (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments

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