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Danny, all of that notwithstanding, It doesn't change that fact that only Dittoheads will be allowed in heaven. Sorry...

"Once he's dead, I would imagine he'll be remembered fondly by very few." He'll still make good fertilizer though...

Oh Gawd, I haven't heard such "Deep Thoughts" since Jack Handy. What an entertaining few minutes just perusing a few of the comments. HA! Oh to be that young and that stupid again...

I hate it when my mascara gets hazy! Another helpful tip: Soaking soiled dishes in hot, soapy water will make them easier to wash later. If you're a bachelor living with a teenaged son, it may be necessary to soak the entire house in hot soapy water...

Well, as long as we're all cleansing our consciences, You know that tag on the mattress, "Do Not Remove..."

Rasukusan, Otanjobi omedeto

I think my list is a little shorter: Seeing trout lips suck down a dry fly from the surface when the fly drifts into an eddy getting a job completely finished A really good cuppa French Roast A really good piece of cheesecake An early morning alone in a Zen garden Catching a live performance of a talented jazz artist Yeah, that's about it. Anything else ain't worth the effort

Mssr. Vaden, Re:"You see, it's one big body in Christ. Every member in particular is as important as another no matter who we are." Gosh, I think it's swell that you have such "heart" to point that out to us, the slow-learners. But, sorry, that may be where you live, but not me. Some of us ARE jerks, dolts, or meatheads. Some are almost saintly. Some are productive, some are less so. Some contribute a great deal, some only take. Some add to world they live in and some only detract. We're not all equal, we're not all part of some heavenly club. We're individuals. By now, individuals that should be able to stand on their own, carry their own weight, make their own decisions, and take responsibility for their own actions. If you feel compelled to confess all the times you fell short of some arbitrary standard, be my guest. Just don't make it seem like we all owe the world an accounting of our actions, just because we all were members of the same jerk-off cult at some point in our lives...

Well, I work for a real jerk. Yeah, I'm self-employed. I don't have any regular employees. I generally don't see many people during the day. When I do, it's almost 100% chance it'll be another guy, and one whose wife has also left him. Amazing how many of us there are around. You middleaged ladies do tend to wander, it seems. So anyway, topics of conversation generally are: 1. the current job 2.jobs we've done in the past 3. goofy things that have happened on the job 4. jerks we have to put up with on the job 5.the breast size of the waitress 6. what idiots our ex's are 7. the qualities of the waitress's butt And... that's about it. Yeah, it's sheer excitement...

Sorry if this is further off topic, but in retrospect it really is amazing the amount of utter crap we tolerated. A few weeks of "honeymoon" period and then they started in with the guilt trips. And I got involved with WayWorld back in '74. You know, when things were "good". It would really be interesting to me to understand why people will put up with the kind of abuse that - not only we did as Wayfers - but all the cults out there put up with. What is it in our makeup that allows others to take such advantage? It's really amazing. A few strokes, a couple of cookies after twig, and then they get to dole out the verbal abuse. Unbelieveable how that works...

Three engineers were going out hunting at an oldtimer's cabin out in the mountains. The three arrived at the cabin before the oldtimer and noticed that the woodstove was set up in a normal manner in the corner, except it was sitting atop a table. The three immediately started coming up with reasons as to why the stove was installed in such a manner. "Obviously, it creates a thermal draft to distribute the heat more evenly" said the first. "No, it's readily apparent that it will draw the denser air from higher in the room for more complete combustion", said the second. "Oh, don't be absurd!" chimed in the third. "Anybody can tell that it's simply an ergonomic advantage for loading wood into the stove." Finally, the oldtimer arrived, and when queried as to the design of the woodstove replied, "Well, that's all the stovepipe I had to get through the roof."

Geeze Pete, Jonny, Did you hire a screenwriter for your dreams? All I ever get is an "I'm late for work", "I'm overdrawn at the bank", or the ocassional "I'm in public without my pants on" type of fare. You know, a minute or so and done. Sheesh, your brain puts on quite the epic...

Oh gawd, don't get me started...

Well, without getting TOO graphic, I learned any worthwhile physical techniques I know from women, even a professional or two. And I don't think I was too adept at passing those lessons on to my significant other. At least SHE never made any comments supporting that conclusion. And as far as the mental aspects of a loving relationship, I don't think women have any monopoly there either. It just strikes me as a meaningless bit of "feel-good" blather. It seems to say something profound, when actually it doesn't communicate much at all. I don't know of anything in life that fits into such neat little containers...

I never heard that anywhere but in WayWorld. But, being as Mr. Wierwille was somewhat less than original in anything he came up with, it wouldn't surprise me if he'd lifted it from somebody else. All that notwithstanding, I think it's B.S. anyway...

Well, hey, I married Laverne (or was it Shirley?). Anyway, it didn't turn out any better. Marriage is a crapshoot at best. If it turned out wonderful for you, you are fortunate indeed. The rest of us (the majority of us?) didn't fair so well. Such is life, might as well get used to it...

Well, the goofy part of this company's "business plan", from what I can tell, is that they provide...uh, nothing. You pay them money and then the supposed members of their plan work for you on the cheap. O.K., but what does the company do to effect a savings? I don't get that part. And then the MLM element really sent my B.S. meter into overload. I think I'll pass YID. Maybe you should find a real job?

Who's kidding who? All the WayProd stuff was farking awful! I'm sorry, I never bought a single album, never went to the main tent anticipating that the band would play some song or other. It was just crap. Like any commercial jingle, it was so laden with "message" that any trace of music was pretty well beat out of it. Just like most all religious music that I've heard. Face it. We don't have a lot of Handels running around today. Of course, in fairness, I should point out that I have little regard for most rock and roll, certainly rap (eee gawd), and of course Country Western is what they play in Hell 24/7, I'm quite sure...

But the important news from NK: Has Adolph's* reopened yet? (*home of the WORLD'S WORST cup of coffee)

"Apparently the new family class the Coulters are teaching spends some time explaining that bestiality is wrong." Geeze, does this mean that all the single folks who are still PFAL fans will be taking a vow of celibacy? This IS really groundbreaking stuff, huh?

HEY!, I thought we were "on" for sushi in Seattle? (sniff!)

Congrats there DAD! Good job!

Do I notice a trend here? What, we don't like an endless litany of menu options when we call up a company with simple farking question? (please press "star" to repeat the options) How about being in line at the convenience store when the gimp in front of you pulls out his stack of weekly "Lotto" tickets for the clerk to check? Yeah, there's some real convenience. (note to all the lotto players out there - GIVE IT UP - You have about as much chance of winning if you play or not, so give it a rest already) Or being in line at the Subway shop and find out that the dweeb in front of you has nothing else to do that day but decide on the ingredients in his freaking sandwich. "What kind of cheeses do you have again?" "No, that's too much, maybe just about half that much mayonaise". What part of "fast food" do they NOT understand? And looking in the rearview mirror to see bulged-out, bloodshot eyeballs glaring at me from over the steering wheel of a car which is all but out of sight from following so close. Yeah, that's pleasant. I have plenty more, but I'll spare you...

Yeah, O.K. fine. Men are weird. But women are the real power behind everything good and meaningful, I'm sure. Did I mention that I hate farking seminars and know-it-all a-holes who teach us about the real truths in life? Gawd, there's a million of those dweebish bastards running around, giving seminars, hawking their books, and just letting us in on the amazing stuff that they've found out (but we weren't capable of figuring out). O.K., I've got an attitude, so sue me... (Women also have the capacity to be worthless, faithless, self-centered sluts too, but then, nobody's perfect are they?) Resigning myself to a "love life" of self-abuse...

An apology, sincere or not, and reparations, adequate or not, would have zero influence on me with regards to ever "going back". The reason I am no longer affiliated with WayWorld is because I realized it's a nonsense organization, peddling superstition and feel-good aphorisms, while it's sole raison d'etre is to serve it's own collective belly. It is beyond useless. It simply sucks up ones resources and life energy and gives NOTHING tangible in return. Why would anyone ever return to such a life-sucking hole? Whatever for?