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Wouldn't that make a great bumper sticker?

We didn't have MAL Packs in Fellow Laborers. We did, however, have an emergency work session one evening in 1975 that involved destroying all the metal mimeograph plates for the state newsletter. Wouldn't want "them" getting a list of members, now would you? We also built an ill fated, survival styled root cellar in the side of the hill adjacent to the Limb BRC.

I don't remember any teachings on how to die. What I do remember, though, are teachings that provided information on the siege of Masada. Maybe we were supposed to read between the lines.

What we called speaking in tongues is really glossolalia. There is nothing mystical or spiritual about it.

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So then you're saying she's an old bag that's full of gas?

I think it weeds out people who aren't aware of how communication takes place in the 21st century.

A bun dance

How will they count all that money they're sitting on if they turn out the lights?

Long distance information is what you might need to get connected to MEMPHIS.

HERE

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;

I heard George Washington took the class. He used the law of believing to throw the silver dollar across the Potomac.

Probably the same thing they offered us, a chance to be a part of something that was bigger than us. (Too bad they couldn't/can't deliver the goods.)

I was having some computer problems and couldn't get the whole thing to play until just now. Now there's a distinctly offensive odor emanating from my monitor. Kinda reminds me of what the Way of Ohio Limb HQ smelled like on a hot summer night, when the septic system overflowed.

I'm too old to be "copped out"; I'm "tripped out".

TB's

I could be wrong, but, I think that script is VERY similar to one that was used for Public Ex. meetings back in the 1970s.

I wonder if they used this piece at the processional as they received their certificates.

Phewww! For a minute there I was afraid you were going to say Girl Scout cookie.

I think you're correct. (not 100% certain, though)