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Just got this in my e-mail and it very nearly made me sick...
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to
the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face
against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
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Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to
the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face
against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
*****************************
Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
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Just got this in my e-mail and it very nearly made me sick...
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to
the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face
against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
*****************************
Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to
the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face
against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge forlove."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
*****************************
Erm, no. I'm not sending this to my circle of friends, if I do, they will go through exactly what I did. Wasting a fraction of my life reading that sentimental schmalz just to find out it's a darn chail e-mail. Then I wished death upon the person who sent it me, the people who sent it them and more importnatly the poeple who spend their time WRITING THIS RUBBISH.
National friendship week? Did they not realise that by the time people have sent it on, it won't be that week anymore? Die.
but yet you will get it a few times because if your friend sent it to you, then they will send it to your friends who may also send it to you
And I shall wish death upon all of them. And maybe even send a rude e-mail to that effect back if they do.
lmao good idea, i must go write that email because knowing my look i will have that one or a similar one comming to me soon
Pah, I was expecting some king of puppy-murdering ending there :(
Maybe I should re-write the ending and send it back to the person who mailed it me with said puppy murdering end...
do it do it...then post it on here so we can laugh at it O_O
...You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love." The little boy looked so happy, he put the puppy down on the ground, whipped out an Uzi 9mm and slaughtered that little (Censored) whilst laughing maniacally...
Actually I'm sure you guys can do better than that...maybe I should turn this into a competition?
Actually I'm sure you guys can do better than that...maybe I should turn this into a competition?
I smell an EGAD...
maybe not.
maybe not.
Cong_Man wrote:
> ...You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone
> who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached
> down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it
> to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy.
> "No charge," answered the farmer, and broke the little puppy neck, whilst laughing, then gave the dead puppy to the boy who hobbled off crying
> ...You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone
> who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached
> down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it
> to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy.
> "No charge," answered the farmer, and broke the little puppy neck, whilst laughing, then gave the dead puppy to the boy who hobbled off crying
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