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Such intolerance! Fallrate

Sure, scotch is good for getting rid of 99% of those irritating impurities. But to eliminate that stubborn 1% which remains, a dash of sweet vermouth will do the trick...so long as it is shaken with ice and served straight up.

That would put it at approximately 3400 km below sea level. That would seem to count as "deep inside the earth". FallRate

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I tried this when I was about eight years old...it sucked. Now...milk and strawberry kool-aid...that rocks! FallRate

As I understand it, selection and evolution are intertwined. For something to simply evolve over time with no outside factors...that would be very interesting. Does that happen? If so, that will make for a wonderful day of pondering. Random genetic mutations do occur, but that does not account for the evolution of a species. For those mutations to take hold, there must be some benefit derived from them. FallRate

Gore didn't claim to have invented the internet. He took credit for introducing (or sponsoring) legislation that funded the beginnings of the internet. I'm not a huge Gore fan, but he shouldn't have to suffer that particular insult. FallRate

For those who survived an introduction to Andy Mckee without setting fire to their beloved instruments...here is a push over the edge. No need to thank me...just wanted to share my despair. FallRate

I don't currently have a song stuck in my head. But this one time, for the life of me, I couldn't get the Benny Hill theme song out of my head for days...Uh-oh...shit...there it goes again. Fallrate

Yeah, well, sure...if you want to be all fuckin' sane and reasonable about it. FallRate

Thank you for sharing such a touching story. I think I cried... at least a bit. FallRate

Hmm...thinking about my life. Haven't done that in a while. Where should I start? Childhood seems appropriate, lots of good memories there, I'm sure. Summer...it had to have been a summer day. It was warm, there was a picnic...by the river. Not very many people present. Some family...a few friends of the family. At some point everyone wanted to take a boat ride. I didn't want to go, I was afraid of the water. There was a bit of taunting from a few, but someone was nice enough to stay behind with me. A friend of my Mother's...he was either kind enough to lie about also being afraid of the water or he actually was not very comfortable with boating. Either way he stayed to keep me company. As the boat began to drift away and grow smaller the kind stranger turned to me and... Something about the rest of them not understanding... Explaining that it was hot and that it would be much more comfortable with less cl.... Fuck. Great! Another fuckin' therapy stint...like I needed that! Thanks for sparkin' the ol' memories.....You Ass! FallRate

I attended public schools and they could also be quite horrific. In fifth grade, as band practice was letting out, a classmate of mine, Matt Minton, thought it would be amusing to say goodbye to our instructor by rhyming his name. To our instructor, whose name was James Frihm, he said "Goodbye, Jimmy Frimmy". The instructor raced down the steps from the stage where we held practice, grabbed another classmate of mine, G.L. Adkins, by the arm and asked him repeatedly "What's my name?" while beating the ever-loving-shit out of G.L. with his fists! Unfortunately, G.L. was considered a bad seed and considered by Mr. Frihm to be the obvious culprit. Also, unfortunately, Mr. Frihm was a Vietnam Veteran who apparently suffered horribly during the war and was psychologically scarred by the ordeal. In 8th grade I had the pleasure of being subject to a WWII Veteran who spent half his stint watching his buddies die and the other half suffering in a German POW camp. He was a bit on the "you kids today suck the ass of a rotting corpse" side of teacher/student relations. I never did see him attack anyone, but he threatened me on one occasion. So while you dealt with people suffering from sexual frustration and a mind-scrambling devotion to a fairy tale, I dealt with some real hardasses. Footnote: G.L. didn't turn out so well. In my senior year, he befriended an elderly woman...drove her to the bank...had her empty her bank account...and then shot her in the head. True Story. FallRate

So is that a roundabout way of stating that you miss us lowly colonists?

This thread is a bit too esoteric to follow...does anyone want to share the backstory? FallRate

Of course, this should be a progressive tax...those in the low income brackets pay $4 a gallon and you pay $10 ($20 for your 100LL). Fallrate

She's a slut? How dare she treat her body as if it belongs to her! FallRate

And the asshole of the week award goes to... FallRate

Perhaps not, but I got to have some really good sex while attending Hilliard High. Then again, I got to have some really good sex at Ohio State too, so the brothers should probably be able to make up for the loss. I suppose curing cancer is more important. FallRate

If the office is empty, you can run around naked. Or am I the only one that likes to do that? FallRate

I have found the easiest way to get a person on the line is to say "person"...wait two seconds and say "person" again...wait two seconds and say "human being"...wait two more seconds and say "person, person, Person, PERSON!...Human Effing Being!" This is quite often followed, by "Please, hold while we redirect your call." Note: don't press any buttons on the phone. FallRate

If you would be so kind as to take the first step...stop jumping. For your part, no more fuel burnt for shits and giggles. Do that, and maybe people will take your drivel seriously. Skydivers who bitch about a lack of fuel conservation...funny shit. FallRate

Hmm...MDMA?...registered five days ago...has posted only in gun threads. So who is employing MDMA to stir the pot? I wonder who is paying for the posts. FallRate

I once considered calling Quade an ass. No, wait...I posted that. Fallrate

Drink it straight. If that doesn't work, switch to Schnapps...pansy. FallRate