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Dunno.. I always kind of thought that she was given the ultimate insult.. "the unnamed one". Her name wasn't worth the ink to be penned in da word. Now the lady in shunem, I kind of take that as "the awesome one", great in more ways than one, really great lady. More emphasis put on her reputation, rather than her name.

Probably tripped trying to find the bench to sit on..

How about once more: "I don't want PFAL, part two" Worship this old junk with me I'd rather get stung by a bee. We could be just oh so thankful I'd prefer to break an ankle. Don't you see I bought it once, no longer am I a great dunce. We could read and read the book I did that lots, I will not look Don't you want God's best for you? Only thing I'll say is pew. It stinks to me like fresh manure, It really smells like an old sewer. Doesn't work? You did not get it If I was you I wouldn't bet it. But don't you know that its just perfect? Fine for you if you like defect. No I'm not just in a funk, I really think that it is junk. We could take it once again Not for me, I like my brain. But it claims its modern truth More properly, its modern spewth. Why oh why won't you admit it's really too much full of dang.

And that fellow sitting on the back row: don't even THINK about throwing that tomato..

Only clean, laundered money accepted.

Well, George Bush is my twenty second cousin twice removed. I thought I would "grace" you with my presence this evening. You may now start throwing compliments, and money..

Hey Rob! Well, reading all this stuff just makes me want to kick myself for missing out in all the fun, heh heh.. I think I was a strange enough character that nobody near their right mind even THOUGHT that I oughta go in da corpses..

Seems to me you'd lose- or could lose a little hair.. New meaning for the words "moon shot".

Fart lighting.. reminds me of the bad guy on the Dennis the Menace movie after he was force-fed a whole bucket of beans..

"Life happens" heh heh.

No, not because of inordinately sized "privates". He reminded me of a "Godfather" type figure. Really had a bad attitude toward other male guinea pigs.. would have sent them a horse head if he could have. And he loved da women pigs. They are not supposed to be able to jump- this guy could jump out of an eighteen inch high tank, and into the other eighteen high inch tank where da women resided. I guess the real "big" thing about him was his number of offspring. It was practically an epidemic..

I duuno. I think the naming of private parts may be a little more common than most here would admit. The only thing I would say is "may have", heh heh.. But we had a Guinea Pig once. We named it "Mr. Big" for a couple of obvious reasons..

I wouldn't take it in the fog I wouldn't take it with a frog.

Thanks Exie.. I almost forgot that..

Jim, we could still have "fire engine red", at least your nose. Just drink the bottle or so of Southern Comfort..

My ex- she had the perfect (but not on purpose) solution to all this. She broke her arm. Right arm, specifically, the wrist. It was in a cast for MONTHS. NO washing. NO scrubbing. NO or little driving. The Nazi-ette was SO angry about it. Foaming. She had just only begun asking her over to have "fellowship" (cleaning) one with another. "I can't believe it. How long you gonna be in that cast? You've gotta be joking..."

Gruesome.

Hey, it might make a great new proverb: "quiverin like a Rosie under deposition..."

Well, the least they could do is provide a link of the page to go to greasespot. I thought they were a kinder place now. No more, "go out there and find it on your own somehow". They could have it featured prominently on an "about us" page. It would feature who to contact in da vey by snail-mail, and have links to greasespot for those who just want to waste their time with "unlearned and ignorant" questions.

Unbelievable.. I never thought that this one would survive into the two page category. Actually, the "you gotta work PFAL" nonsense kind of got me going. When I go "tilt" it seems I don't get mad anymore- just venture into the land of looniness. I think a long time ago, I just got kind of tired of trying to do God's job. Just too much, don't even try anymore. Cripe- if I can't figure it out after sixty PFAL classes, and hundreds of times through the books, and still miss "the hidden message" something has to be wrong with it. Doesn't work? See a contradiction, or error? Well, maybe you just don't see da hidden meaning.. read it again. Don't think so.

"Hairy, throw another brick on the fire.."

But.. I wonder- what about the limb/region/trunk bigshots that took advantage of their position? Most of those numbnuts are still alive and kicking. I think the fact that some left da ministry would be irrelevant. Poor ole rosey.. her knees would knock together if she could just lose a few pounds..

Some of this stuff would sound pretty good sung/recited around a campfire..

But life is more enjoyable when you are REALLY over it. Really- in a "special" kind of way..

No, I wouldn't take it in a box. Nor would I take it with da Fox. I took it 59 times too many, I did not even make a penny.