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Pretty deep,SirG. ... We fight wars to survive and have sex,we compete,to impress the chicks,and have sex,when we don't have sex,we want to fight,when we do have sex we have children,who grow up and fight,or compete,so that they can have sex...But I'm a little lost on the 'two gay pagan kids dueling...for sport and play'.....

Vince,Schmince...Although when speaking of Fran Tarkenton,the famous scrambling quarterback of the Vikings and Giants,he said 'that's not football,that's sandlot'...I tend to agree with him... Oh,and Tom,that's 'Get-a-Tan Caravan'...

So you're one of those cultfeNazi's, eh?....

Yeah,diamonds are forever....even if they end up in a pawn shop 6 months later... You know, Pirate/Galen....I thought the same thing as far as the diamond industry setting their ad campaigns to get people to spend lots of money,usually which they don't have,on something to me which seems utterly overpriced and practically useless...I mean,if a JEWELER needs a magnifying lupe,or whatever it's called,to tell if a piece of jewelry is real or faux,just how much more beautiful can the damn thing be to the naked eye of the average layperson than a fake one?...Frankly I'm more impressed with those guys that write the Lord's Prayer on a grain of rice....I just don't see how something so small can be so expensive and people feeling so compelled to spend so much money on them.... I liked the Old Testament customs better where you gave the bride's father a couple of bovines and maybe a bushel of gourds....Then you could go to her folks' house every night for dinner until the beeves run out....

Poor Calvin Schiraldi....Whatever happened to him?

Well,get clear and concerned and pick Vickles or somebody....She's about the only one still posting down there....Hey,I just noticed,how did you get that Latin "Lord be with you...and with your spirit" under your name?...You probably gotta know somebody around here....

Well then quit your job and drink a little wine for thy stomach's sake....

He probably got a lot more cookies when he reached up into Daddy's cookie jar than we did...Or maybe because he sang the song "I Wish I Were The Man I Know To Be"....

C'mon,Abigail,...I never miss the point....I agree with the original post on this topic....there's way too much advertising in the newspapers....

Yes,derech benai adam...the way's of the sons of man...The time's of this ignorance God winked at(I don't see anything)

Strip,stroke and smile...

It's still relative,excie,unless she's a relative,in which case I'm sure a chicken or a pig would suffice...

This is sort of off-topic,but isn't there sort of a 'guideline' that a young man should spend roughly three months salary on his bride-to-be's engagement ring?...If so,where did that come from?...That seems like a lot of dollars to spend to express one's love....

Well,isn't a marriage kinda like a war?..

I don't know that VPW singled out the Jews any more than homosexuals(often saying their minds were devoid of judgment) or trinitarians(calling belief in the trinity 'idolatry')...A lot of main stream Christianity was in support of the Nation of Israel in those days and I think he was trying to be controversial if nothing else....

But then again,she could have dumped him because he did such a ....-poor job of managing the family finances....

I would have done like that old SNL spoof and "said it with helium"....Who could resist a guy in a munchkin voice saying "honey,come back to your little buttercup"?

Jardinero,your first paragraph describes quite aptly what in-residence training was like...Hell,you got yelled at even if you were on time...depending on the mood of the powers that be...Sometimes we would just laugh because one day you would get yelled at for doing something,and the next day,if Craig or VPW was in a good mood,you would be lauded for doing the exact same thing...

Good post,Sunesis... I don't know if I viewed ordination as a carrot in front of the nose,but rather as a ministry version of "this is my beloved son,in whom I am well pleased"...When it hit me that I wasn't going to be one of the ordained ones,I did a lot of soul-searching,wondering why I fell short...I figured I just screwed off too much and didn't enforce the ministry standards diligently enough to those under my watch...It was disappointing at first,but preferable to trying to be somebody I was not...

Made it to 'Reflections' yesterday and did the old dang,shower and shave routine...I feel I am now bringing out the real Christ in me...

Thanks,Mstar.... Sounds like a trade made in the North American Soccer League...

I just read the story about the coma guy...Thank God for his recovery,...but that really sucks....That's like me trying to be all gaga because the Cubs won the 1908 World Series....

I think the Pats will win it...They're too fundamentally sound...a well-oiled machine...While the media loves to hype the athletic,running quarterbacks,or the offenses geared toward scoring 40 points a game,I'll put my money on the pocket-passer,a balanced,ball-control offense,and a sound,good-tackling defense...

What's a meadow for? I think most sports,or competition,has it's beginnings in some sort of military-type battling...We still have fencing,archery,sharp-shooting,boxing,wrestling etc. ...By referring to it as an 'athlete of the spirit' type of metaphor,it more lines up with the way's teachings about doing good works now to lay up heavenly treasures at the 'bema' ....While in Biblical times the vying may have been identical whether grappling in a war or for competition,the difference would be in a competition the winner gets some sort of prize,and in a war the winner survives to kill yet another faithless bastard...

Ummmm,...lemme get back to you on that,Fellowyayasisterhood... Greetings,9th corpse,in the powerful name of the Yashladi Yashli Tulsi,whom Victor Paul preacheth... After meeting with four virgin daughters who did prophesy about the price of beef,or the price of coffee or about who would win the next ballgame,we went bound in the spirit,visiting our brethren on the beaches,not knowing those things which befall me there... And yes,we did call upon the Lord of Tuttles,and his fair maiden,who not only took us out for a delicious hot meal,but provided more than comfortable lodging for the night...We prayed together so fervently that we prayed in the holy spirit into the meeting...It was really an honor and a privilege to give the Tuttle's an opportunity to be more blessed than they already were...Though our intent was to leave his place cleaner than we found it,he and Mrs. Tuttle and his rugrats were more than happy to rise while yet night,give us our sack suppers and enough gas in the car to get us to lower New Bremen, and bid us godspeed with an admonition to write when we found work... I also regret not being able to meet up with the Igotouts,but I can't help but feel that Florida is now a much more cleaner place,spiritually speaking...