Once upon a time, there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided
not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so
cold that he reluctantly started to fly south.
In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth
in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the
little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end.
But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and
happy, and able to breathe, he started to sing.
Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated
the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping
bird and promptly ate him.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
Everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who gets you out of the crap is not necessarily your
friend.
And, if you’re warm and happy and in a pile of crap, Keep
your mouth shut!
“…beauty is life when life unveils her holy face, But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in the mirror, But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”
A similar one which most of u might have heard before...
All parts of the human body were fighting amongst themselves as to who would be the boss of the body. The mind said it should be the boss, since it controls everything. Heart said it should be the boss, since without a heart, there would be no blood flow in the body. Similarly, all the body parts had their say, and in the end, the a*hole said, it should be the boss, to which every other body part started laughing. At this humiliation, the ahole got upset and shut itself close. A couple of days passed with no discharge, and the body started to weaken. The stomach started hurting, the heart began to slow down, the mind slowed in its responses, the hands couldnt lift a thing, and the legs couldnt walk. At the dead end, all the body parts agreed and said.....ok ok ahole, you can be the boss. At which the ahole opened up and the body came back to life.
MORAL OF THE STORY
You dont have to be the brains to be the boss. Just an a*hole.
Once upon a time, there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided
not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so
cold that he reluctantly started to fly south.
In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth
in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the
little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end.
But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and
happy, and able to breathe, he started to sing.
Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated
the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping
bird and promptly ate him.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
Everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who gets you out of the crap is not necessarily your
friend.
And, if you're warm and happy and in a pile of crap, Keep
your mouth shut!
"............beauty is life when life unveils her holy face, But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in the mirror, But you are eternity and you are the mirror."