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What's with you people and seeing hawks? All I get to see is plenty of sky-rats.

F I S T I N G And then something else to be creative with.

It'll never happen with that attitude.

I think Pavel saying that OTP has a vagina was the best insult so far. Was right out of left field.

That would be kind of redundant.

Is tipping really appropriate in your line of work? Just wondering.

if we're going to implement a rule like that, i think all members should to see the pictures. that way we can vote whether or not they're worthy of staying How could I have forgotten to include lesbians and bisexuals in the voting process? Silly me. Rating chicks with other chicks.

I've heard those cart-driving people disable the speed limiter and go nuts with the cars. My cousin's boyfriend once managed to tip one of the damn things right over.

nah, that's going overboard. i'm thinking of a batman symbol.

The NF Constitution: "All new female members of appropriate attractiveness may be forced at the discretion of a simple majority of male members to post pictures of their breasts. Punishment may include but not exceed being called fat."

Right: F U C K Left: Y O U. Why not?

Yeah, 6-0. Wow. On the other hand, Holland had the potential to really rout Serbia. There were plenty of opportunities that just weren't capitalized on, likely because the team was a bit rusty. Argentina's played a few games, so they're going to be better oiled than Holland was. I think the biggest problem with the Holland-Serbia game was that Arjen Robben, while a terrific playmaker (and easily won the game for Holland) was a bit selfish when it came to attacking the net. The team needs to co-ordinate better up front, and hopefully they'll have got that down when they face Argentina.

The day before Ash Wednesday. Traditionally, people would clear out all the fat and stuff from their pantries heading into Lent, and that day became rather convenient. Still, the real way to celebrate pancake tuesday isn't to eat pancakes. It's to go to New Orleans with a shitload of beads.

Hee hee, radioactive waste. You're welcome.

Who actually eats pancakes on pancake tuesday? Cakers and WASPS, that's who.

Lauren, I think you're over-thinking that too much. Port Hope is pretty much a POS town. If you're going to get married, do it right and do it in the Vatican. My neighbour-across-the-street's daughter got married there. The pope was doing a walkabout at the time and passed by and said hi to them. That'd be pretty awesome.

I think what you're looking at is called an "escort", Lauren. Oh, come on, pretty female caddies + 50-something businessmen? You know what you're getting into.

Clearly, Meg just wants to fuck me.

If I were you, I would point out how rude that was.

I do not. P.S. Sex police. God dammit.

I had a really weird dream this morning. I dreamed that a noise was coming out of my alarm clock and I hit it and it went off. Then a few minutes later I woke up and it was a few minutes after my alarm clock was supposed to go off. The alarm was on and very functional. Weeeeeird.

Yeah, the majority of that church is extended family of the pastor. P.S. That made me laugh.

Nothing would please me more than to beat the living shit out of those mouth breathers. All the funerals I've been to have been have been extremely emotional, and if anyone came along and pulled some shit like that...

I remember one recurring dream from my childhood. I remember having it once a year, but I can't remember what time of year, or what that might have coincided with. The basics of the dream was that I would go over to my maternal grandmother's house because there was this murdering monster that was going around. I remember my mom being there, and I think my older brother, but have no clue about my sister or dad. Anyways, to avoid being murdered while I was sleeping, I was taken into this room and put into a coffin, which was supposed to be chained and locked, and then the door was locked. Somehow I remember getting out and going to open the door because my family wanted to get in or something like that. Then the monster made an appearance. But it's been so many years that I can't remember much. I've also ended up talking because of a dream. I remember having a dream that I was in church and the priest was asking me a question and the answer was "Jesus" and I was trying to say the answer but couldn't get it out. Then I woke up and said "Jesus" before I realized I was even speaking. Very weird. Sometimes I wish I could have more dreams. You'd get more out of the hours you otherwise spend doing nothing.

The good name of bacon must not be blasphemed by the addition of waffle.