Three Stooges Curly Kills the Clam Soup
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This is my favorite skit of the Three Stooges. Curly was my guy. ( I don't know why.)
I was not a great fan of the Three Stooges. They were too violent for me. But so were Tom and Jerry and I hated that Roadrunner so much for hurting Wyli E. Coyote that I wished the Roadrunner would get run over. I know, that's a violent thought. See what violence on television did to me! http://www.threestooges.com/
I just do not agree with this!
Here are three baby hedgehogs. They are here because they are cute. No other reason.
Here's a stab from my early past. Three Dog Night.
Everyone knows this song (and it's not the Christmas carol)
"Joy to the World."
Three Mile Island accident. March 30, 1979. This is a reminder of what can happen with Nuclear reactors. Yikes, what a terrible thing !
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Some failures lead to phenomenal successes, and this American nurse's unsuccessful attempt to climb K2, the world's second tallest mountain, is one of them. Dangerously ill when he finished his climb in 1993, Mortenson was sheltered for seven weeks by the small Pakistani village of Korphe; in return, he promised to build the impoverished town's first school, a project that grew into the Central Asia Institute, which has since constructed more than 50 schools across rural Pakistan and Afghanistan. (Amazon.com books summary)
TRIPLE KILL is what you get when you kill 3 people in 4 seconds or less in Halo3
Do not click on the blue lines below... Funch has gone insane!
(Just read them.)Why it does weird crap like this... I do not know.
There were some other threes that were obvious to me... The Tripods, but they've been done recently... The Three Musketeers by Dumas ("Dumb ass" if you watch commercials.). Lord of the Rings Trillogy. Three Little Kittens. Can you think of any others?
One three-part "mom" story. When my oldest was only three and the only child, one of our cats had three kittens, then packed her kitty bags and booked... leaving me to buy canned cat milk, special bottles and hand feed kitties every three hours. We grew very attached to them. Disaster struck when they began to fall ill. Without mom cat's milk, they did not get her immunities. The first two died the first day, but the third little kitten hung on.
On the second day, I could no longer stand to look at the poor thing as it labored for breath. So I wrapped it in a baby blanket and put it in the bookcase in the spot where it had like to sleep. Then I walked away. I knew that I would be burying the third kitten in the morning. Imagine my surprise when I went to lift her out and found a much spunkier kitten, ready to eat. We spoiled her rotten and soon she was fat and healthy.
My son wanted to name her and naturally, I agreed. He thought for days about what to call his kitten. At last the name came to him. "Number Three" he told me. He looked so proud of his rather silly choice. He himself was three years old and so it was a very important number. We had Number Three for many years. She was the best child's cat I've ever seen. He dressed her in baby clothes and she purred. He put her in the wagon and she allowed him to pull her around. Number Three was happy as long as she was with her (then) three year old boy.
I hope you will recall this story when you think of giving up on something that seems lost or hopeless. Things are not always as dire as they seem. Sometimes small miracles happen in everyday life.
"O terque quaterque beatum” We are three or four times blessed!