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So it DID happen.. I thought so.. And I was at both of those ROA's.. never heard a peep about it. I guess "bad news" doesn't travel ver fast in der vey..

Hmm. I wonder if that's what it sounds like a pair of psychiatrists trading insults in a bar during some kinda convention.. "Your mother was a narcissistic bipolar piece of work.." "well, YOUR mother was a delusional...." sowy..

Well, they say a squirrel of any other color is still a squirrel just the same..

I think he went corps.. anybody know anything?

Seems we'll all shed it, one day or another.. :)

Looks like about thirty five percent of us still think we have the answers.. :) I know.. it's "nutso".. but I remember a few other entities telling me stuff like.. "if you don't get it right this time, we're gonna kick your a**".. Fellas.. I'm doing the best I can here, OK?

Every soul I have met has been narcisstic to some degree.. seems we all have this thin, or in the case of some, rather thick skin of individuality.. It's only a skin..

I think God wants individuality..

Ah yes. And let me say, it would require the duties of a Master Chef to hide the said odor.. dear WOW brother was a chef. You're right.. it is a good thing that the Squirrel is always good.. at least for him..

"got the word over the world.." Sounds like the "white man's burden" to me.. don't yell at me, blame Kipling.. Honest to God.. without "der verd".. he really thought we were savages or something..

We've been dealing with quite a pile of doo doo, haven't we.. I'm glad for one thing.. at least one of us here admitted working with a pile of mixed emotions about all this. :) Sometimes.. I think I am as much of a sham.. as much as I try to put myself in the shoes of those who endured horrific stuff and understand.. sometime, all I can do is guess what it was like..

Who'd want to eat a squirrel?? Oh yeah.. WOWS, they'd eat anything.. My wow brother made tripe stew. I thought it tasted kinda funny.. but when I saw the empty container in the garbage.. I had to resist the temptation to smother him with his own pillow in the middle of the night..

hmm. Maybe the festivities of the week should include: 1. The proper feeding of squirrels. No, don't give them doughnuts. Ever see a Squirrel that resembled a basketball? 2. How to find out where they REALLY put all of those pecans.. 3. A how-to presentation to instruct individuals how to cover the car's breather tube at night, so that the squirrels don't mistake it as some kind of hole in which to stuff acorns.. 4. Community action committees. Perhaps planning on construction of squirrel bridges over the road to protect them from careless drivers. Yes, the bridges do exist some places.. 5. CPR and first aid classes, so as to be able to revive the last one you ran over..

Deja Fu- Thinking one was in an old martial arts movie.. Deja Roo- I thought I was hopping this way before.. Deja Spew Is it just me, or didn't that guyser go off an hour ago? Deja Dew Thought the fleece was dry, and the ground wet..

I dunno.. I think that's a pretty accurate observation. From those I've read here, it does seem that the closer the person comes to adopting vic's ideologies and doctrine, the more outspoken they are about the "lies" or '"exagerations" of the holocaust. I guess Koolaid by any other flavor is still Koolaid. What about some of vic's "most loyal"? Gear, To*ns*nd, others? I would bet they'd hold closest to the opinion that left the "master's" reputation and heritage unstained..

Well.. you could always try buying them off. Feed them something they like better than pecans.. maybe.. shelled walnuts?

The biggest holiday, second only to Groundhog Day.. Here's a card for you all.. Remember, October 7th through the 13th. If you can't be aware of them, at least try to avoid running them over..

How about.. a twenty year old Ford truck in Michigan which has no rust. It could kinda, in a strange way.. maybe make a trip back into the past for gas from the mystical snow covered pumps..

I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river in my soul I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river I've got, peanuts too cause rico tells me so... I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, soap to make the bubbles flow.. I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, Joy in the fountain I think they see me, I had better go..

ya know.. next st patricks.. maybe I'll put green beer in the ice cube trays..

for myself.. sometimes when I've taken off the dumb blinders I've thought the same thing.. some people just might not have the capacity to go there and still retain their marbles..

Personally.. I think wth can't look into the face of darkness and call it what it is.. I have theories.. maybe in a previous life he was a victim, and doesn't wanna remember the gory details for the life of him.. who knows.. :) Or.. maybe in a previous life he was a perpetrator, and doesn't want to remember the guilt, for the life of him.. who knows..

hmmm. well.. maybe the lady of the house is no lady..

I wonder if they add a little salt during the "stretching" process..

The Nazi's kept meticulous records about almost everything, including medical experiments.. http://everything2.com/index.pl?node=Josef%20Mengele http://www.scrapbookpages.com/Natzweiler/M...xperiments.html Then there's the famous "Dr." Mengele.. http://everything2.com/index.pl?node=Josef%20Mengele Part of the Nazi "problem" is that they kept rather meticulous records about this kind of thing.. deportations, seized property and wealth, prisoners names, where they went.. etc. etc. http://www.jewishgen.org/InfoFiles/Capture...manRecords.html They estimate around four million names in the camp records.