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10) Detroit Hooters has a Wayne Fonts Mammorial Fund. 9) No Fun Lately, No Fun in my Lifetime. 8) The Fed’s are gonna bail out Ford, Ford Field, & The Lions. 7) Moving to Kalamazoo, and changing name, Kitty Kats. 6) Since Harry Colon left, Team has gone to Shit. 5) It’s GM country & were proud of our Quality. 4) If you’re a Registered Sex Offender, you’ll at least enjoy the High School Cheerleaders. 3) Matt Millen… won’t you Join Jimmy (Hoffa) 2) It’s the Parents fault, don’t keep score and there are no losers. 1) Fewer Losses than G.W. Bush…

Top 10 ways to prepare for Economic Collapse, Brian Bookmyer 10) Vote for Ralph Nader. 9) Load pantry with Alpo variety packs. 8) Wait 6 hours in line at License Bureau & ask for 6 loaves of bread. 7) Get arrested for drugs, eat 3 squares a day. 6) Watch all 7 seasons of “The Sopranos”, and then join the Mob as an Apprentice. 5) Marry an Oil Company Executive, (or at least someone who is in the Business) 4) Hang out near Olive Garden Dumpster, I Love Italian leftovers. (don’t forget your MD 20/20 bottle) 3) Go hunting with Sarah Palin. If ya can’t take it anymore, go with Cheney. 2) Rob some banks… Ah crap, they’re outta money. 1) Move to Finland… It’s supposed to be peaceful there.

someone sent it to me... obviously, I thought it was pretty funny...

"Five Nights of Bleeding" - Linton Kwesi Johnson Madness, madness Madness tight on the heads of the rebels The bitterness erup's like a heart blas' Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin' Served by a cruelin' fighting 5 nights of horror and of bleeding Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate And the stabbin', it's War amongs' the rebels Madness, madness, war Night number one was in Brixton Sofrano B sound system 'im was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire 'im comin' down his reggae reggae wire It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column A bad music tearin' up your flesh An' the rebels dem start a fighting De youth dem just tun wild, it's War amongs' the rebels Madness, madness, war Night number two down at Sheppard's Right up Railton road It was a night name friday when ev'ryone was high on brew or drew A pound or two worth of Kali Sound comin' down of the king's music ir

The only military presence other than the guards drill staff, the riding instructors and the physical training India-rubber men, was the Regimental Sergeant Major (Sergeant was abbreviated to Sjt at the Shop). This great man was a Gunner. We only came into contact with him over Fire Drill He would bellow "Fire will be in the Library, Action!" and we would scurry along pushing the fire engine and two extending ladders. My job was to attend on the left hand side of one of the ladders and turn the handle to raise the top to the roof. The same gallant cadet each week would then mount to the parapet carrying the end of the hose and at each practice the same pumpers would work the archaic engine to make the water flow. Water was not used to my recollection, it would have made a mess, but the gestures were run through. There was once a real fire, not in the library but in the kitchen of the Senior terms' dining room. Alas, it happened at the weekend. No complete crew of trained