03-01-2005, 03:40 PM
Two women, who had been friends for years,decided to go for a Girls Night
Out, and were decidedly over enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly
drunk and walking home, they needed to use the bathroom. They were very
near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a
head stone or something.
The first woman had nothing to dry herself with,so she took off her
panties, used them, then threw them away.
Her friend however, was wearing a rather expensive underwear set and didn't
want to ruin hers, but was lucky to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath
that was on one of the graves. So she dried herself with the ribbon.
The next day the first woman's husband phoned the other husband and said,
"This girls' night out thing has got to stop right now. My wife came home
last night without her panties".
"That's nothing," said the other husband, "Mine came home with a card stuck
to her ass that said, FROM ALL OF US AT THE FIRE STATION,WE'LL NEVER FORGET YOU."
Out, and were decidedly over enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly
drunk and walking home, they needed to use the bathroom. They were very
near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a
head stone or something.
The first woman had nothing to dry herself with,so she took off her
panties, used them, then threw them away.
Her friend however, was wearing a rather expensive underwear set and didn't
want to ruin hers, but was lucky to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath
that was on one of the graves. So she dried herself with the ribbon.
The next day the first woman's husband phoned the other husband and said,
"This girls' night out thing has got to stop right now. My wife came home
last night without her panties".
"That's nothing," said the other husband, "Mine came home with a card stuck
to her ass that said, FROM ALL OF US AT THE FIRE STATION,WE'LL NEVER FORGET YOU."
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton