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Hmmmmm, I wonder who would play paw? I'd say Fabio, for sure! StrangeTom, are you offering to be a driver? Cool.

This damage can never be undone. The only logical action is to make the cost higher than the pay. We need to send a clear message that people who molest our babies will be killed. Not coddled. Not counseled. Not understood. Killed. There's no reason to house and feed these monsters. Society needs to rid ourselves of these people. Plain and simple. There would be a whole lot less of this torture of our babies in the name of pleasuring someone if we all knew that anyone caught doing it would be killed. I say kill 'em all (those we know for sure are guilty). At the very least, cane the bass turds so they can't walk properly for the remainder of their lives. Their victims are affected for the rest of their lives, so it sounds on the way to fair to give these horrible freaks at least a taste of what they've done to their victims. dmill has a good idea, I think, I also like dek's idea. but I wouldn't house & feed them afterwards - I'd cut their entire genitalia off and let them bleed to death from there. Or some variation of this... Those children deserve to at least know that rapist won't be near them ever again! We need to protect our children!

Yeah, don't I tho? A girl could get into trouble if she REALLY looked like this, I'm thinkin!

Congrats! (I think.) At least you showed up, right? Happy Healing, Dude! Hope you're back in the swing (sometimes I crack myself up!) of things again real soon!

ummm, rascal, I think it DID work! Way to go! Nice avatar indeed!

Great tune, bluzeman! I love that line, "meanest hunka woe-man anybody'd ever seen - down in the arena..." That was one of my earliest album purchases. Fun storytelling singer, that guy!

Since Kathy Bates was already taken, I'll say my second pick - Dolly Parton.

Happy Birthday, Dear Abi!

Fabulous news! So very exciting!

I think you hit it on the head, ex! I think it was false humility. He fooled a lot of good people by pretending to be and pretending to wish to be the man he knew he could have or should have been. Ya know, if one of US would have said to HIM that we WISHED anything, he'd have chewed us a new one - wish? Might as well try to say "create" or "Merry Christmas," or, God forbid, "Happy Easter!"

Happy Birthday, Lindy!

I'm glad to hear you have an appt. It'll be good to get diagnosed and begin treating what ails you. My prayers are with you for a complete recovery.

I sure hope you had enough warning time to record that! How precious! I didn't read your post in time to catch it, but I sure would have looked for it if I could have! Of course, we all already knew what a star your little Anthony is, now the sportscast world has made his acquaintance! The sky's the limit for that little darlin!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Darlin'!

An Officer and a Gentleman Pretty Woman Moonstruck Analyze This Grumpy Old Men (off the top of my head)

mstar - I like the way you think. Here's an email joke I received today. An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count. The doctor gave the man a jar and said, "Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow." The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office and gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day. The doctor asked what happened and the man explained: "Well, Doc, it's like this. First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, and still nothing. We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit, and she even tried squeezin' it between her knees, but still nothing." The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbor?" | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \/ The old man replied, "Yep. None of us could get the jar open."

http://autos.msn.com/everyday/gasstations.aspx?zip=&src=Netx Just put in your zip code to see who charges what in your area. They say they update the site nightly!

I haven't seen Lestoil in a long time either, but Grease Relief spray at the Dollar General Store works as well in my experience. I haven't tried it on clothes yet, but it's worked wonders on my kitchen stove. A friend of mine swears by it. I hadn't seen Brooks catsup for years and then found it on a shelf here in Missouri - woo hoo! Mom's "bean casserole" just isn't the same without it!. Now it's on the shelves in Wisconsin again too, as is Oxydol laundry soap (another something I grew up using that disappeared somewhere along the line). On a similar note, I find it very interesting that a friend of mine that grew up in the Bronx uses almost all of the same household and personal hygiene products that I do and I grew up in Milwaukee. I have great success with OxyClean for our clothing stains. (None have been grease stains tho)

My first try I was an ambling armadillo. My second I was a bobbin bobcat. Just cause I can spell coordinated doesn't mean I AM it! Fun game!

I went to a church last week that sang the hymm "Blessed Assurance." Remember the chorus goes, "Blessed Assurance, Christ Jesus is mine..." Well, I was surprised that I was surprised to hear this mainstream denomination singing "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine!" It always felt awkward to me to squeeze in "Christ" before Jesus. So much nicer to just refer to him by first name. So much more personal. So much nicer to put one syllable instead of two where there's really just room for one. Which reminds me of a stow-ry. When I first moved to this town and admitted I needed help for cult damage, a lady (who'd never been way herself, but had attended a couple offshoots with other former wayfers), challenged me to say Jesus without adding Christ. I felt that I could play with her so I played it up and acted like it was next to impossible for me to "just" say Jesus. I took a deep breath and rushed the "Jesus" part and clenched my teeth shut, then acted as if I couldn't help but add "Christ." I got the biggest kick out of telling her afterward that I had been kidding, that I really could say Jesus without saying Christ. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Sweetest name I know...

HERE IS A MATH TRICK SO UNBELIEVABLE THAT IT WILL STUMP YOU. PERSONALLY I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO CAME UP WITH THIS AND WHY THAT PERSON IS NOT RUNNING THE COUNTRY. 1. GRAB A CALCULATOR. (YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO DO THIS ONE IN YOUR HEAD) 2. KEY IN THE FIRST THREE DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER (NOT THE AREA CODE) 3. MULTIPLY BY 80 4. ADD 1 5. MULTIPLY BY 250 6. ADD THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER 7. ADD THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER AGAIN. 8. SUBTRACT 250 9. DIVIDE NUMBER BY 2 DO YOU RECOGNIZE THE ANSWER?

Welcome, welcome, dear suda! So glad to see you here sharing your opinions. I was 15 years in twi, with what they called an "unbelieving believer" husband for 14 of those 15 years. I was convinced by my new leadership that last year that I wasn't happy in that marriage and that my husband wasn't worthy of me, so I left him. I take responsibility for being able to be convinced that I wasn't happy, but I resent twi for manipulating me. I still have trust issues that stem from my twi experiences over 10 years ago. Within two years of my leaving my husband, twi falsely accused my son and me of being homosexual and marked and avoided us - ON THE SPOT. They never even asked us if it were true, they just barked out accusations in the nastiest terminology I ever heard and told us to go away. I was "given" 60 minutes to pack up and leave "their" campus. They never counselled us, never talked at all about it, just literally threw us away without explaining what the accusations against us were, beyond to say we were homosexuals. I could understand if they really believed those accusations against us, if they would have offered what they later called "spiritual probation." At the time I would have been thankful for that. I didn't trust or respect anyone outside the ministry as far as any type of counselling could have been concerned. I even asked M. Fort if we could move somewhere, anywhere, even HQ so we could have the strongest of believers around to help us through whatever was to come. He laughed viciously and said they weren't a teaching, fellowshipping and COUNSELLING ministry. And after 15 years of faithful service to twi, we were tossed away without warning and turned over to Satan - and the funny part is that neither my son nor I are homosexual! Annieways, I wanted to tell you that I've been praying for you and your family for years now (since I found waydale) and I'm impressed that you and your Mr. can have different views yet stay together all these years. And you have lovely children, if I do say so myself. And since you brought it up, I think lcm used greasespot as if it were a bad thing, but we've found that it's really a nice thing to be a greasespot. Funny, a lot of what he said has turned out to be pretty much the opposite of what he thought it was. Hope to see you around here a bunch!!! I'm a little greasespot short and stout. Sock it to me baby let it all hang out!

Happy Birthday, Radar! God bless you! xoxo

Happy birthday, Darlin!