i discovered today that it was impossible for me to get mad at a guy with an english accent....i was annoyed then realised who it was and calmed down

according to this, the only way the colonists were able to declare war on England during the late 1700's was because the colonists themselves had english accents too. maybe.
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ZemirosShabbos wrote:

ויש לחלק
The colonists were not Soldiers of Hashem, ממילא they were not necessarily in control of their מידת הכעס as much as some of our chaveirim here are.

נצחוני

wearing a shtreimel on the monkey bars in the park?

who?

well since you brough it up, here goes......

Broken Faces, Empty Spaces

two hundred shek
went into his hand
out of the beck'
while playing, the band

but the music was dark
i didn't feel shtark
the answer must be close
it lies in "emUnaschAH balAYlos"

out we go
i can't put on a show
sit down outside
try to be alive

it's dificult to do
when english accent is in veiw
talking about your smoke
how it's making people choke

and while going to the lookout
a cat did come out
he didn't look at us nicely
as if we were on his territory

we told him straight out
no reason to pout
accept life as it be
and act accordingly

the monkey bars are cool
expecially when wearing a streimool
"and shout out loud
Don't you drown in the now"

A big orange balloon
With fire inside
Came flying towards the room
Where could we hide?

With clicks and epiphanies
(and double cheese)
A candy bracelet
That no one should see

Should I go should I not
Why can't we leave this spot
It's not a good sign
we didn't make anything solid of our time

that was the night
hope it gives me koach to fight
every moment I am created
and Hashem is appreciated

for those who don't understand the above, let me explain.

I had a day yesterday. One of the "practice what you preach" days.

Accept the day as it is, accept my family as it is (not knowing about my problem/progress, and her being healthy enough to not have to want to learn to live in the moment ), realize that Hashem has created me and today with everything perfectly in place.

I would really have loved to be able to give over what I learned, about living in the moment. I would have loved to give it to every single one of my brothers that I would pass by in the street. But that is not what Hashem wants, He wants me to do what I can, but most importantly He wants me to let Him do what is best.

and in retrospect, and I actually knew it at the time as well, Hashem is crazy kind to me. He gave me chevra all over the world who understand me, who are able to actually understand where I am. Real people (yes Dov, I know who they are) who really care, who really feel for me, and whom I can feel for in return.

Gratitude, an awesome awesome undescribeable feeling.

I LOVE YOU TOO, HASHEM!!!!!

awesome gevaldig poem!
and thanks for 'splainin it too
you deserve a double cheese candy bracelet
have a great, calm, serene and joyous shabbat

ZemirosShabbos wrote:


double cheese is only for OINK bochurim who go to tzfas

You're just jealous that I was on your BARS with a streimel!!!

Pidaini wrote:


ummm, how does the explanation explain the poem?!?!

Pidaini wrote:


Yaakov, you should get a Yellow Hat, I hear they distribute them at the Dushinski Tisch [and if you're ticklish they serve black jelly beans]

tehillimzugger wrote:



It's in between the lines, if anyone needs more explanation feel free to contact TZ. (He's the one by the Kosel with the yellow hat, red beard, half veise zucken [the other half was cut off by mr. e] distributing black jelly beans)

HOT OFF THE PRESS!!!!!

Motzei Shabbos Ki Seitzei

Yerushalayim Ihr Hakodesh

1:30 am

As the Pidaini family was sleeping soundly (since like 12:30), Yentah Zlatah Pidaini started screaming!! She was burning with fever and not very happy. Her parents tried all they could to settle her, but before he knew it Mr. Pidaini realized the sun had come up already.

He decided to go daven early and then go back to sleep later. So as soon as Yenti and her dear mother Shaindle Malkah went out, he tucked himself under the blankets (after pushing away a thought that he didn't want to think about), and very quickly fell into a deep slumber.

He awoke with a start, "could it be?" was that him? did he just have that dream? He was scared and disappointed. One thing was funny though, he awoke while telling himself (in the "nightmare") that he can't fall because he can't tell the guys on GYE!!

He tried getting a hold of help, but to no avail. He finally got out of bed and started chatting with some friends, and they all lived happily ever after.

THE END

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It was actually quite scary, I hadn't had such thoughts in a really looooong time, and it came as a big shock.

I was a quite upset and disappointed, I am trying really hard and have been such a good boy!!! but I looked at it as the RBSH"O was showing the Satan that he has really special children who don't ask questions, and do what he wants regardless if they understand it or not. That thought helped me get out of bed and get help.

Thanks everyone!!!