Get elemental with your inner Geek. USB Plasma Ball. They are real, I’ve played with one.
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From the “You Can’t Make this Stuff Up” files: Treasury Secretary goes down on one knee for Speaker Pelosi. It is rumored that she had multiple orgasms.
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Well thank goodness for this. If you’re going to charge the guy for being an ass to a cop, fine. If you’re going to charge him with a DUI, fine. But don’t charge him for assault when he was just farting at the cop. Ooh, the poor officer’s eyes must have watered so.
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What, they’d rather he spit on the guy’s fries instead?
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You know, 22 years ago they’d have kicked the little 8th grade fruitcake out of school until he’d had some serious counseling. He’s fighting to wear makeup in school. The fact that his mother is supporting this attention-starved little ass means she could use a bit of work herself. You just don’t see crap like this happening in countries that aren’t soft through and through.
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Man am I glad these guys are on top of this. Those hotdogs plump when you cook ’em. You know how it is… you’re tailgating, you wrap your hotdogs in some duct-tape to bring them into the game and next thing you know the bomb squad leaves you to buying crappy dogs at the concession stands for $6 each.
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On a serious note…
I’m in a mood. I know it is life, but I have a friend who just lost his second parent to pancreatic cancer, another friend whose mom (my informally adoptive mom – wonderful, kind, sweet lady) who is dying of it, and a third friend whose dad was diagnosed with it, and friend #4 whose uncle is dying of it.
Try as I might, I’m not seeing any grander purpose about all this bullshit. Lost my mom earlier this year and she went in a bad way. Hell, my CAT had it better than anyone. What’s the greater purpose?
It’s been 18 months of pain for me after a car wreck – and it is getting better, but about 4 times too slow for me. Turn your head the wrong way you get to spend three days in serious pain. There’s no sense in the suffering I see around me. I’m feeling very cynical today and more than a bit bitter. I say to myself “God can create the universe and everything in it but cannot help His creations?” The book of Job ends up sounding cruel. Let’s just say I’m having a crisis of faith and no small amount of anger.
Our bodies break down, sometimes when we’re 90, sometimes before we’re even born, but it always happens and there’s never any dignity in it. I don’t care if you can walk, see, wipe your own butt. It’s always ugly. Always. You can live with dignity, we can’t die with it.
– House, M.D. ( Pilot episode)
And because I’m feeling like a bit of a bastard… I was looking for “bulls and bears” for a Wall Street pic and just lost half my eyesight. Damn.
"Bull Ride Gone Wrong" (no shite?)
Lemur King's Folly 
Pancreatic ‘swhat got my mom. It’s an ugly brute, but at least it’s quick. I’d rather that — honestly — than the kind you fight and slowly lose to for five ghastly, painful years. Though maybe my opinion will change when it’s me.
Mortality’s a bitch.
Cost of living is dying, everybody pays… but sometimes the amount you pay seems a tad… excessive.
I’ll let you in on the secret. My wife died back in July 2006, I didn’t think I wanted to go on. I found I still had love, and also ways to still laugh. That’s what saves you, love and laughter.
Now, that Sumo chick is definitely the laughter part. Give your kids and wife a big hug and a smooch, you’ll find the other part.
The cost of living is dying. The dying part is what makes us appreciate the living part, teaches us the compassion part.
I’m sorry for all your pain LK, neck and heart.
I bet if you go back a thread and look at the picture of your girlheads and their pink squeeky sausage or try to keep your little dude out of the toilet, the other things won’t be so bad.
I’m also sorry you posted two-ton Tanya getting ridden by a doofus. Good grief if she falls over, he is toast.
You guys are right, and I know it in my head even if I rail against it. Just a bad couple of days, that’s all.
At least I haven’t taken up drinking again. No problem so bad I couldn’t make it ten times worse by going back to the old ways.
Sorry about the behemoth at the end of that post. It was pure cruelty. Better go get those eyes checked. My vision cleared by this morning.