One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people.



He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.



One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.



The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.’



The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?



The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one you feed.’

A little Indian boy ask's his grandfather "How did we get our names wise Grandfather Running Bear?". The Grandfather replies" When a baby is born, we look outside and the first animals we see and what they are doing guides us in the naming of the new life. I still remember the day you were born, Two Dogs ******* !".

Jerry was a race-car driver, 22 years old.



Had too many cold beers one night and wrapped himself around a telephone pole.

I thought it was Jack of all trades Stan and Jerry the garbage man.

Sure it rhimes...but what does it all mean!

It was the boys in the bright white sports car!

Who do they think they are! And where did they get that car!

phins: yes!



maxt: i loled