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Somehow I missed number three.. heh heh. 3. For small change Phil will send birthday greetings to the people you love most. Nice card with his picture on it. Much preferable to having a picture of rosie sent with the greeting..

There are some striking parallels of the Punxatawny Phil following and what we came out of.. 1. Phil is "infallible". Anything past a third rate cult or religion just HAS to have a claim of infallibility. Of course, he is always right. Be quite assured, there will be six more weeks of winter. 2. Phil maintains a close inner circle- insiders if you will. "Da Pres" however, is the only one that is qualified to interpret Phil's dictates, uttered in original "groundhogese". Disagree with Phil's utterances "from the chair"? Just have to take it by faith, brother. Disagreement is met with harsh confrontation. 4. The "inner circle" is entirely responsible to continue providing Phil's lavish lifestyle, which among other things, includes a heated burrough that is comparable to a palace. The inner circle is responsible for groundkeeping, kitchen duties and at least one expert is available at all times to provide proper health care for Phil. In my opinion, they've got da vey beat in every aspect. I am sending in my fifteen dollar "membership" fee monday.

"Friggin" hurt, heh heh.

Yep. Exie, he was rather well tanned at the time- didn't cover up the deep red he turned shortly after eating the cayenne.

Heh heh.. a friend tells me that farmers really love groundhogs. Claims you can hear a farmer curse three miles away after the tractor runs over one of the burrows.

Maybe I'll start a new cult. "The Prevailing Groundhog Ministries International". Probably copyrighted somewhere though.

And when life is good, or life is not so fair, always remember, me peoples, Da Groundhog is always with you.

But Groundhog Day should not just be a holiday when people sincerely think about the Groundhog once a year. Groundhog Day is a "state of mind".

During my WOW year, the coordinator was boasting about being able to eat anything HOT. I mean cayenne pepper and worse hot. He went on blathering ("bless" his soul, heh heh) about going into Mexican restaurants and demanding the hottest they could squeeze out. So I picked up the jar of powdered cayenne, and said "I suppose you could even eat a heaping tablespoon of this stuff". He did, quickly followed with a half gallon of water! I don't think he had much of a problem with constipation that night.. must've hurt though.

I think it was one of my dad's favorite "holidays". Along with April the first- something always seemed to happen then too..

Heh heh heh.. I think we found the Greasespot "word for today". Brought to you by the letter "F".

OK.. frigging frigging frigging frigging frigging.. I think I got it now! ;)-->

Interesting.. makes me wonder why often religion + money = scam. Not universally true, but often true nonetheless. Reminds me about some of Loy's B.S. several years ago, where he claimed that nobody else was spiritual enough to handle the grand responsibility of money and finances. I think he was frigging nuts.

Dunno. Maybe they could possibly just be "prevailing preverts"?

Heh heh heh. Just looked it up. And I thought that it was just one of those funny words that were not in the dictionary.

You think you are blessed? I am so "frigging" blessed. Just can't figure out what a "frig" is..

You know Exie, your fifth grader may be getting more of it than you think. I did not do so well in grade school in math, but they went ahead and taught set theory, complex numbers and stuff like that. Years later I found that the early exposure to math concepts helped me more than I thought.

Heh heh. Really. But I wouldn't recommend it..

O.K. All I will say is, a couple of times in the early seventies "it is alleged" I took "something"- I'll leave it to your imagination.. but- didn't hallucinate or see any E.T.'s or anything like that. Just got really, really high. When I "came back" I could do math afterwards. I think something got rearranged..

Well... I know of one little incident. Late 80's after a meeting, J*** T*******D was heard by several wayfers after a big meeting- doing his "debriefing" with the staff in a closed room. The hotel walls were apparently very very thin. He was laughing his a** off about how the people who came probably didn't have enough money left to stop at McDonald's on the way home. Same guy that could put on a pretty good show that he really cared. One of "Doc" Vic's right hand men..

Yep. That's gotta be close to Rosie in tights..

Oh well. After all of that, they should be rewarded with the great inner mysteries. But WE already know who wears the tights in the family..

Yep. One of their problems is that they are running out of different colors to paint those dog gone hoops with. "See, it's REALLY different, this time". "No, you do not really see a red hoop, this one is green". Innies, do not dare to argue. So far, what have they had to initiate the priviledged ones to the real inner skinny? Power for Abundant hoops, foundational, intermediate and advanced Hooping with the the adversary, for fun and profit(?). Lots and lots of little seminars, showing methods for more precise jumping. Rise and expansion of the hoop jumpers in the twentieth century. Add to that an in depth three or four year highly supervised program, where they "help" you to realize your life long ambition, and watch with dedication as you jump every hoop left in the book. And if that wasn't enough, ole craigers had to refilm the advanced hoop course. But even that did not last long. Now there is the Vey of A bun dance hoopers- foundational, intermediate and advanced. You'd think that that would be enough.. but, more to come. Now the hoops are gonna be a lot smaller.. Real sad for the poor corpses though- "you did not jump right the first time".

Ran out of hoops- hmmmmmmm. If jumping through all the hoops doesn't wear you out, just have to have you jump through all of them again. Witness the recent and not so recent corpses "retraining".

Probably laughed their rearsies off..