The Biker

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the Grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the Collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed Each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local Mall.
I saw you, change your mind about going into the Restaurant. But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise More money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head When I rode by. But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you Flicked your Cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your Children. But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from Work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten Inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and Gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our Old ones to those that had none.
I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born And have their name written over my heart.
I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go Somewhere. But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my Family.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our Bikes can be. But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, Knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove Down the road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when She told me to take the next turn. I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my Son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few Minutes of time. But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right. I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in The lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to Pass. But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a Family. But, you didn't see me.

OJ & the Devil

One day in the future, OJ Simpson has a heart-attack and dies.He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. 'I don't know what to do here,' says the devil. 'You are on my list,but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tellyou what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves.'OJ thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room. In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in,and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dove in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell. 'No,' OJ said. 'I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don'tthink I could do that all day long.'The devil led him to the door of the next room. In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All hedid was swing that hammer, time after time afterTime. 'No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day,' commented OJ. The devil opened a third door. Through it, OJ saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in aspread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. OJ looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, 'Yeah man, Ican handle this.'The devil smiled and said . . . . . (This is priceless)



'OK, Monica, you're free to go