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Was anyone with you at the time?

Personally, I like to strain spaghetti.

As with eggplant, there is no such thing, cool.

"Call any vegetable, call it by name..........."

Okay, there's more, HERE!

At the risk of sounding like a broken record......... HERE! btw, there is are a few instances of perhaps 'off color' words. Ergo, DO NOT click on this if you are easily offended.

Did I somehow offend, D? It certainly wasn't my intent. My apologies if I did.

I know this isn't exact (therefore will be dismissed) but is this close? I think the reason it's not close is, the beast is a shape shifting type. Therefore, the photographer didn't get it in the proper mode. Also, the harlot didn't feel like wearing purple that day, it clashed with her vehicle.

Do you have the Cambridge or Oxford wide margin edition?

Perfect Pitch= The sound an accordian makes when it hits a banjo in a dumpster. Btw, welcome back Matty. Definition of an optimist:. A banjo player with a pager.

I'm going with Vegan on this one. Admittedly, my Googling abilities aren't nearly as good as my wife's, but I couldn't find ANY reference to this. If true, it would have made all the medical journals. I suppose, since the media is owned by 'The Devil', he would want this suppressed. But, I would think 'God' able to overcome this little obstacle. A link or a direction to look would be greatly appreciated.

For the long version, go to My Story, Manofathousandscreennames. One of the methods the organization uses to keep the rank and file in line is the threat of being marked and avoided. This is very similar to the Amish practice of shunning. Within days, people who were supposedly my best friends in the whole wide world, had great difficulty if not found it impossible to talk to me. My social circle disappeared faster than a computer file can. Later on, I made the apparent mistake of talking to someone who expressed a desire to extricate themselves from the evil empire. I hadn't even set a date to talk further to this person when I got a phone call from one of the local gang leaders. It was approximately 11 o'clock at night. I had been asleep for about an hour. Therefore, I was fairly foggy for most of the phone call. The last thing this person said to me was (and this is a paraphrase) "You better walk down the street looking behind your back". As in, should I have continued talking to people who were dissatisfied with the status quo of the organization. An obvious attempt at the "love of God in the renewed mind in manifestation". I've since learned, they tack on "toward the household". Present truth abounds.

I don't think this problem is strictly related to Math, and I think there has been a dumbing down of American education. You go to McDonald's, and there are PICTURES of the items on the register. Seems to me, either through apathy or conspiracy, what this country wants is mostly functional illiterates. The reason for this is, that way, they can more easily influence the masses, since they don't have the skills to see through their BS. (now getting off the soapbox)

I do this also, much to the consternation of my lovely bride (she seems to be one of those 'cold' people). I do this even in the dead of winter. I'll be buried under the covers, but will have the fan going. The only bare skin exposed will be the left side of my face. It may be a case of growing up Joisey, where my lullaby was the sound of fire engines, police cars, etc., but hey. When I was a kid, back when the Earth was cooling off, I had a fan in my bedroom. I'm sure it annoyed the crap out of my father, cause the window was open too, (can you say, passive aggressive?, I knew you could). It may be a case of growing up Joisey, where my lullaby was the sound of fire engines, police cars, etc., but hey.

But Mo, this is the only exercise some people get.

For some reason, of late, your links aren't working for me, Sudo. <_<

this is not directed at anyone in particular, just those who 'know that they know that they know'. I was at my ex mother in law's house one day. I was being a little testy. Not call the cops testy, but testy nonetheless. I forget what it was about, other than I was ABSOLUTELY sure about something (kind of like being 'way brained') about something. She finally turned to me and said, "Have you ever been so sure about something and been WRONG?" This came like a lightning bolt out of the blue. Needless to say, this cooled my jets for the rest of the day. My point is, I don't know what, if anything, you can be absolutely sure of in this world. Other than knowing The Chicago Cubs aren't going to be in the World Series anytime soon (buuut, The Boston Red Sox made it, leading me to 'believe', there's hope for the Cubs). Yet another point. I suppose the decision to be made is, would you rather be right or happy? Thus endeth the sermon.

Well, how about commenting on what you DID hear?

It's '42' minutes from Old England.

Must be a popular sign, Hap. I saw that sign at a coffee shop here in Michigan.

Just a thought here, (I know, frightening), but it seems to me, one of the trademarks of high demand organizations is the one of the impossible task.Consider this. Jesus Christ was unable to get "the word over the world". What makes people think they can do better than him, and he (according to the story) was doing miracles on a fairly regular basis? Just another thing confusing my tiny agnostic brain.

This is because verbal and emotional abuse is a LOT more fun, aaaaaand, harder to prove.

For those interested. HERE!