The King David Hotel bombing. After World War II, the British continued governing Palestine, with their administrative, military and police headquarters in Jerusalem’s King David Hotel. Zionists wanted Britain to exit Palestine so they could proclaim Israel a nation. In 1946, members of Irgun, an Israeli terrorist group, entered the King David dressed as Arabs. They brought in explosives, concealed in milk cans, and blew up the hotel, leaving 91 dead and many others mutilated. This was one of numerous Zionist terrorist acts against the British, who got the message and departed.
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xxx/ellauri103.html on line 257: I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 602: And drunk the milk of Paradise. Paratiisimaidolla voi kehua.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 787: Sujata, also Sujātā, Eugenie, well-born, was a farmer´s wife, who is said to have fed Gautama Buddha a bowl of kheer, a condensed milk-rice pudding, ending his six years of asceticism. Such was his emaciated appearance that she wrongly believed him to be a tree-spirit that had granted her wish of having a child. The gift provided him enough strength to cultivate the Middle Path, develop jhana, and attain Bodhi, thereafter becoming known as the Buddha. The story does not tell what the holy tree spirit said when Gautama ate his rice and curry.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 173: The consequence of the bodily ascension of Mary was the absence of any bodily relics. Although there was breast milk, tears, hair and nail clippings, her relics were mostly “second order” – garments, rings, veils and shoes.
xxx/ellauri174.html on line 357: A present-day Spanish name is manzanilla de la muerte, "little apple of death". This refers to the fact that manchineel is one of the most toxic trees in the world: the tree has milky-white sap which contains numerous toxins and can cause blistering. The sap is present in every part of the tree: the bark, the leaves, and the fruit.
xxx/ellauri201.html on line 38: Milkman took out his tool and put some washers round his massive todger. You dont have to do that, I can take in everything you have, said the lady without the shrapnel and (by then) without her knickers. Maybe, said the milkman, but for a tiny bill of $6 you can't. Hahahaha clap clap. Kuinka tyytyväinen olit tähän huumoriin? Pitkäxulla on jäykkänä? Kuinka karvainen on takapuolesi Likertin asteikolla 1-9? Kovaako virzakivet sattuvat asteikolla 1-10?
xxx/ellauri230.html on line 558: Romanian prinssi Carol lähetettiin Tokioon unohtamaan juutalaistaustainen haahkansa Magda Lupescu. Ei unohtanut, kuten Kustu kuivasti totesi. Lupescu was described as a witty and outspoken woman, a tall redhead with milky-white skin and green eyes. Other sources are less flattering, describing her features as coarse and her conversation as vulgar. Voihan ne olla totta kumpikin. All sources agree that she walked with a peculiar swing of the hips, which, depending on one's point of view, was either sexy or crude, and that she was, in almost every respect, the opposite of Crown Princess Helen, Carol's spouse at the time.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 324: And gall for milk, and cursing for a prayer? Ja sappea maidossa, ja kiroilua rukouxissa?
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2184: With mother-milk for honey? and this man too,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2272: Full of thy milk, warm from thy womb, and drains
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 680: | BEDEVERE (Choking back tears): It hadn't even been milked
xxx/ellauri465.html on line 304: He ate only chocolate bars and chicken and drank only milk and was surrounded by dozens of boxes of Kleenex that he continuously stacked and re-arranged.
xxx/ellauri482.html on line 320: pool filled with asses' milk. Colbert is the only actress to date to star in three films nominated for Best Motion Picture in the same year. Kleopatrana se oli tosi epäuskottava. Colbert was extravagant and a lifelong Republican. She died in 1996 in Barbados at the age of 92. Colbert never had children but a lady friend who inherited everything. With Pressman dead, she became her common law spouse.
xxx/ellauri482.html on line 515: drinking raw milk of an infected
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xxx/ellauri489.html on line 54: “Breasts are compared to fawns; a man’s penis as sweet fruit and his genitalia as a bag of myrrh; the woman’s as a garden of pomegranates that should be eaten; lips and mouths are honey and milk.” (Rev. Dr. Alyce M. McKenzie). When the woman says, “Let my beloved come to his garden and enjoy its best fruits,” we understand her meaning: "tuuzä mun sisään." I mentioned that this is an erotic poem.
xxx/ellauri489.html on line 74: Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
xxx/ellauri489.html on line 77: I already came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love.
xxx/ellauri493.html on line 126: The Torah states three separate times, "You shall not cook a young goat in its mother’s milk". The Chicken Exception:
xxx/ellauri493.html on line 127: Biologically, chickens do not produce milk, so it is impossible to cook a chicken in its "mother's milk". Therefore, there is no direct Biblical law against eating chicken with dairy. The Rabbinic Fence: Despite no direct biblical ban, early Jewish rabbits instituted a rabbinic prohibition against eating poultry with dairy. Unlike mixing chicken with milk, eating chicken with eggs is completely kosher.
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