Rocky

there's always next year... :(-->

The Martians have landed!

Well, I think NLWorking hit the nail on the head. It's quite possible he had mental illness, but he definitely had character defects. And the character defects were the foundation for how he interpreted his world, "God's" Word and manipulated us.

Well TomS, you know we love you man, so how about a Bud Light! And if we fellowship with the Saints in New Orleans, let's feast on some gumbo and etouffee and other seafood... maybe go to a taping of Emeril's cooking show... and maybe, we can schedule this for fat tuesday... And, of course, my thoughts and prayers for your mom and your family.

well, obviously I was never subject to the primary abuses -- the sexual ones. but I saw enough abuse of authority and teaching that was bass-ackwards regarding accountability and "the way tree" to know finally realize that self-justifying leader worship false doctrine was the BLACK thread that wove through the entire organization. And I also recognized a culture of major sexual dysfunction and confusion associated therewith... so I didn't need to witness anyone's first hand rapes to believe them. The culture was ripe for tragedy. And tragedy is what too many got. One would have been too many.

http://posty.net/mary/bigbadjohn.html (Big John, Big John) Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John. (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John. Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand Sent a Lousiana fellow to the Promised Land- Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last- 'cept John Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made Hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone- Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!" And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save- Big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) Now they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand: At the bottom of this pit lies one hell of a man, Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John) ------------- Dovey... just do a google search on "Big Bad John"

Wow, I hadn't even thought about being a stumbling block to our new buddy dmiller, however.... my post was in line with the subject of this thread, in that the scupture at issue was one that was never explicitly labeled as (female) labia, but alluded thereto. It was quite funny.

Hey, Happy B-Day, Z!

Hey, Happy B-Day, Z!

Did anyone see a syndicated episode of Everybody Loves Raymond this evening? One that was broadcast locally here was about the time Marie attended a sculpture class... and the anatomical accident she made thinking she was doing an abstract.

And then there were the times in the Way Woods at HQ...

Before my ex-wife and I married, we one time took a day trip to a nice place in Northern Arizona (a common thing people do, especially in warmer months). On the way back, we stopped in the early evening, about dusk, in Fountain Hills, AZ which has a nice park with a fountain that sprays water a hundred feet or more in the air. We were both very surprised by the fact that there were several other couples there, and they were very busy under blankets and sleeping bags apparently doing more than just kissing. It was not light enough to get any thrill out of watching, but it was still memorable.

Kyrs, are YOU a badass?

http://users.cis.net/sammy/billyjoe.htm Ode To Billie Joe ( Bobbie Gentry ) It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet" And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge" "Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge" And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas "Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please" "There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow" And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night? "I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right" "I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge" "And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge" And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?" "I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite" "That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today" "Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way" "He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge" "And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge" A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

It was fun too. But I try not to dwell, because that person... well, I won't get started on that.

And they get the tax benefits for the baby for the entire year of 2003!

Wow, Dot... have you been getting worked up since breakfast? Ok, one of my favorite experiences, and I probably had blocked this out because it was with a person who is now my evil archenemy (my ex-wife) was before the days of heightened concern about terrorism at airports. We would go on a Friday evening and find a spot in the parking garage that didn't have any (or much) traffic, often about 4 or 5 stories above ground, so the evening view of runway lights and surrounding area (see day time photos in the Feb in Phoenix thread, pictures forum) and enjoy the view... if you know what I mean...

Nekkid Water Balloon fights? How about Champagne?

So, Dot, what kind of party are you throwing tonight? ;)-->

Which one do you like? frank ( P ) Pronunciation Key (frngk) adj. frank·er, frank·est Open and sincere in expression; straightforward: made several frank remarks about the quality of their work. Clearly manifest; evident: frank enjoyment. tr.v. franked, frank·ing, franks To put an official mark on (a piece of mail) so that it can be sent free of charge. To send (mail) free of charge. To place a stamp or mark on (a piece of mail) to show the payment of postage. To enable (a person) to come and go freely. n. A mark or signature placed on a piece of mail to indicate the right to send it free of charge. The right to send mail free. A franked piece of mail. ------------------------------------------------ frank ( P ) Pronunciation Key (frngk) n. Informal A frankfurter. Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

or by skydiving seeing-eye dogs.

Well, I would comment that the "...each of us has..." is probably a romantic fantasy, but that such things DO happen, even if not to, with, or for everybody is probably true.

Tell us about it Krys...

Simon, I told you, I found all of them by doing a google search.

Holy macaroni! Look at that Happy New Year Wallpaper!