TRG

 Man.  You guys didn't change a bit.

 Where are your hands?

Quoted:  Man.  You guys didn't change a bit.  Where are your hands?

I was born with no hands.  I got better.

TRG

Bahala Na, means, roughly translated whatever happens in Tagalog.

Quoted: Bahala Na, means, roughly translated whatever happens in Tagalog.

Yeah.  Do you want a cookie or something?

TRG

Quoted: You were a cute little child. What happened?? fullclip

 Probably Jeff beat the heck out of him every time he misbehaved.

Quoted: You were a cute little child. What happened?? fullclip

Fast cars, loose women and lots of beer.

TRG

Quoted: Quoted: Bahala Na, means, roughly translated whatever happens in Tagalog. Yeah.  Do you want a cookie or something? TRG

I want the grand prize.

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Bahala Na, means, roughly translated whatever happens in Tagalog. Yeah.  Do you want a cookie or something? TRG I want the grand prize.

I'll give it to you.

TRG

Quoted: That's just too cool!

Our team won the Sportsmanship Award (given to last place team) every season.  

The looks on our faces must mean we had finally won a game...

TRG

Quoted: Quoted: That's just too cool! Our team won the Sportsmanship Award (given to last place team) every season.   The looks on our faces must mean we had finally won a game... TRG

 Didn't realize they gave award to the last place team.

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: That's just too cool! Our team won the Sportsmanship Award (given to last place team) every season.   The looks on our faces must mean we had finally won a game... TRG  Didn't realize they gave award to the last place team.

It took us a few years to catch on to it.  It was to try and keep the 'worst' team from killing itself, I guess.

We sucked pretty bad.

TRG

Looks like you were a catcher back then as well.

 Tough DFW crowd.....

Quoted:  Tough DFW crowd.....

Only when they have a keyboard to protect them.

TRG

Quoted: I was born with no hands.  I got better. TRG

I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore. The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep.

The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us havin' no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.

I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you foward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then.

Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time you foward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.

If you don't foward this e-mail, that's OK. Mommy says you're a mean heartless person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that she hopes that you stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach. What kind of wretched person are you that you can't take five lousy minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?

Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.

Thank You.
Billy 'Smiles' Evans,
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body.

Quoted: Quoted: I was born with no hands.  I got better. TRG I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore. The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us havin' no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad. I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you foward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time you foward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10. If you don't foward this e-mail, that's OK. Mommy says you're a mean heartless person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that she hopes that you stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach. What kind of wretched person are you that you can't take five lousy minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy. Thank You. Billy 'Smiles' Evans, The boy with just a head. And a burlap sack for a body.

I was laughing too hard to read after the first paragraph.  ROFLMAO.

ITRG

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: You were a cute little child. What happened?? fullclip Probably Jeff beat the heck out of him every time he misbehaved. The beating shall now proceed again.....and no, you don't want to know about his hands or the cat. Excuse me now, I have some scanning to do.

 More pics?

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: You were a cute little child. What happened?? fullclip Probably Jeff beat the heck out of him every time he misbehaved. The beating shall now proceed again.....and no, you don't want to know about his hands or the cat. Excuse me now, I have some scanning to do.  More pics?

Doubt it.

He is dumber than I am on a computer.

TRG