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~*Pãñdorą*~ wrote:
A congolese child eats flour fallen from a broken sack of maize distributed by the World Food Program in Kiwanja on Nov. 15, 2008. This food relief is the first one to arrive in this town after clashes left scores dead and forced tens of thousands to flee. (Yasuyoshi Chiba/AFP - Getty Images)
I watched a co-worker throw away half her lunch yesterday!
Maserati wrote:~*Pãñdorą*~ wrote:
Pfc. Joe Dwyer carried a young Iraqi boy who was injured during a heavy battle between the U.S. Army's 7th Cavalry Regiment and Iraqi forces near the village of Al Faysaliyah, Iraq, on March 25, 2003. Dwyer died of an apparent overdose at his home in North Carolina on June 29, 2008. (Warren Zinn/Army Times)
I hope you are reading the stories/captions eh people..
These need not be trivialised..
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really got to roll my eyes at this one.
reeks of American propaganda
hmm I wonder what the kid was in such a predicament...oh could it be that the yanks invaded Iraq and as a result there had been a complete lack of stability in the country since then?
ImprezaDriver wrote:Maserati wrote:~*Pãñdorą*~ wrote:
Pfc. Joe Dwyer carried a young Iraqi boy who was injured during a heavy battle between the U.S. Army's 7th Cavalry Regiment and Iraqi forces near the village of Al Faysaliyah, Iraq, on March 25, 2003. Dwyer died of an apparent overdose at his home in North Carolina on June 29, 2008. (Warren Zinn/Army Times)
I hope you are reading the stories/captions eh people..
These need not be trivialised..
![]()
really got to roll my eyes at this one.
reeks of American propaganda
hmm I wonder what the kid was in such a predicament...oh could it be that the yanks invaded Iraq and as a result there had been a complete lack of stability in the country since then?
shut the fuck up and go play in traffic....you don't even have the slightest idea what you're talking about...
BANzai Rastafarai wrote:ImprezaDriver wrote:Maserati wrote:[quote="~*Pãñdorą*~"]
Pfc. Joe Dwyer carried a young Iraqi boy who was injured during a heavy battle between the U.S. Army's 7th Cavalry Regiment and Iraqi forces near the village of Al Faysaliyah, Iraq, on March 25, 2003. Dwyer died of an apparent overdose at his home in North Carolina on June 29, 2008. (Warren Zinn/Army Times)
I hope you are reading the stories/captions eh people..
These need not be trivialised..
![]()
really got to roll my eyes at this one.
reeks of American propaganda
hmm I wonder what the kid was in such a predicament...oh could it be that the yanks invaded Iraq and as a result there had been a complete lack of stability in the country since then?
shut the fuck up and go play in traffic....you don't even have the slightest idea what you're talking about...
evolucian wrote:BANzai Rastafarai wrote:ImprezaDriver wrote:[quote="Maserati"][quote="~*Pãñdorą*~"]
Pfc. Joe Dwyer carried a young Iraqi boy who was injured during a heavy battle between the U.S. Army's 7th Cavalry Regiment and Iraqi forces near the village of Al Faysaliyah, Iraq, on March 25, 2003. Dwyer died of an apparent overdose at his home in North Carolina on June 29, 2008. (Warren Zinn/Army Times)
I hope you are reading the stories/captions eh people..
These need not be trivialised..
![]()
really got to roll my eyes at this one.
reeks of American propaganda
hmm I wonder what the kid was in such a predicament...oh could it be that the yanks invaded Iraq and as a result there had been a complete lack of stability in the country since then?
shut the fuck up and go play in traffic....you don't even have the slightest idea what you're talking about...
bean_head wrote:Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible.
Thank you, Lord, That I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud. Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life.
always be grateful for what you have, no matter how little. there are those that have nothing
bean_head wrote:Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible.
Thank you, Lord, That I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud. Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life.
always be grateful for what you have, no matter how little. there are those that have nothing
crazybalhead wrote:bean_head wrote:Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible.
Thank you, Lord, That I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud. Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life.
always be grateful for what you have, no matter how little. there are those that have nothing
You sounding like a real lazy MC.