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:)--> Finally, a thread post that speaks clearly! that is one pair of well formed and molded, ski poles! properly used, they'd offer some real stability on an aggressive downhill curve and with those grips you could really hold on.

faf? adfss! ;)-->

SWEET! Rabbits rock. Somehow I feel my little bunny partner knows more than he let on after his brief foray in to the night. He took off that's for sure. Something I realized not long ago in regards to The Monkees, the band. They're names - Micky, Davey, Peter and Mike. If you switch the first letters around in their names you can get "Pickey Dike and Meter Mike." Which could be made in to the name of a business of some sort - Mike's Pickey Meter Dikes. I'm not sure what type of business it would be or what this means, maybe nothing. But doesn't it seem odd? Dunno, maybe it's me.

Rodney Dangerfield, dmiller: "Rejections? Sure I accept rejections, you kiddin'? Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. So last night I asked my wife if we were going to have sex this week. She said 'why start now'?" (kabop!) "I get rejected, ooooh, do I get rejected. I'm an only child. I asked my mother if she ever thought of having another baby after me. She said not after the whippin' the doctor gave her when I was born! Oh, do I get rejections!" (sproink!) "It gets worse, but I accept it. I came home early from work one day and caught my wife in bed with another guy. I said "Honey, you're breaking my heart! What am I supposed to do now?" She said "Get the door, I think it's my 4 o'clock!" Oh, it hurts, these rejections!" (pockapocka pock!) "It hurts cuz I'm such a sensitive guy, I got these feelings. Ooooh, I accept them, but they hurt. Life ain't fair. Like when I told my wife I wanted to spice up our sex life with some role playing. She said fine, play dead. Oh, I accept them but these rejections, they hurt!"

I'll see your rejection and raise you 2 obfuscations.

Do you accept checks?

I did like Brando. "Wild Bunch", classic. "What're you rebelling against?" "Waddya got?" He and Lee Marvin kicked it in that one. I think Lee Marvin did better work over the years. Brando certainly was an interesting character. Marlon, since I won't see you no mo' in this world, I'll see you on the next one. I hope to be late. See ya, brother man.

He got an offer he couldn't refuse. "I coulda been a contendah!!!"

Ooooooh, now you're hitting my soft spot Exie! The Sea of Love....yes! Yessss! It's amazing!!!

Heidi Holes, Tom? Isn't that a Swedish movie? Oh, wait. Hidey holes. :o--> Sorry. Never mind. Carry on. I think hidey holes come with food and cabinet space, but I can't swear to it. Mare Maulers and The Ponies They Punch! - Next Springer!

Aaah, Tom, so true. They are unrejectable. Even those who try to reject them accept them, for by their very rejection of them, they recogize them as rejectable. It's true! and so amazing! The rabbit has gone on to his personal quarters and hasn't been seen since. I've put some of the pieces together and am close to seeing the start of what may be an initial beginning to an understanding of the amazing! things I learned! I need to get caught up on the awesome and totally cool things posted here too! Which reminds me, I was listening to some Hendrix recently and realized again how tuned in to the truth of the Amazing Sea Monkeys! he really was! Note this in his psychedelic statement "Are You Experienced".... "If you can just get your mind together Uh-then come on across to me We’ll hold hands and then we’ll watch the sunrise From the bottom of the sea" Water was a regular theme in Hendrix's music. You know he knew. Hendrix knew. As he sang in the same song: ...not necessarily stoned, but...beautiful. Living the love!

Or you could stick some of the pokers in the stickee. The stickee is where the stickers stay when they want to start to stick. Silly stickers would be farmed out to play stickball and get stuck with the stallions standing in the stall. But not the dead ones. I guess.

"People poking possums - the next Oprah!" I say place the people poking possums, the "pokers", in a part of the planet appropriate for possum poking, a place where people can poke with impunity. Then place the possums to poke in that place. Call it "the pokee". Then when people get sent to the pokee, they'll be prepared for what to expect. Please.

Oh my. There are abominations Raf, and levels of abominations and the bottom of the barrel when you really hit bottom. And then there's the really bad stuff. But this...

Oh brother. "uncomfortable questions..."? Yikes. That sounds like the guy who farts in the middle of the room and then when no one laughs says "aw, you guys are uptight, am I making you uncomfortable?" In other words Refiner, you can call Jesus anything you want, or question anything you want, or reject anything you want or accept anything you want. I may or may not agree or like it. If I don't like it, guess what? As long as you leave Michelle Pfeiffer out of it. Next thing, you'll be dissin' Sharon Stone and after that it's pretty much over.

Rejecting a woman who played Cat Woman, (now THAT'S acting!)- who wears skin tight black latex clothing - that she made herself mind you......I dunno, Raf. Somehow that seems just....just.....cu-razeeeee! You're kittying, right?

This is like, a big rejection week. Spiderman, Christ, who's next - Michelle Pfeiffer? I guess the way I'm feeling about this thread topic is how some other people say they feel when I tell them about why I think Jesus Christ is neat-o keen- "who gives a fug that you believe what you believe, go believe in the tooth fairy if you want, it'll do as much good". For some reason I don't care. I'm not hurting anyone by what I believe, there's even cause to see that I help others now and again by and with what I believe. If someone else doesn't believe the same way, fine. We can be friends, or we can each go our own way, whatever. But the second it goes over the line in to someone harrassing or preventing me from my freedom to do whatever the fluk I want as a proud citizen of the You Nited States I've got a problem. Other than that, we can all make fun of each other as much as want is how I feel. It's the American Way and I'm a dammed proud American. I guess I don't really have a comment come to think about it, Refiner, other than - okay.

Reject Spiderman? Use your Spidey senses, man! You're on the world wide........... web!

Prior to running in to the Way, I really only had one prayer going in my life, one thing I hoped to see happen, one thing I wanted to have if I could and that was to meet a woman that I would love and that would love me, one that I would have a family with. One that I'd stay with my whole life. Meeting my wife to be was as close to anything like an answered prayer that I could imagine. I've never really viewed it as something that I asked for and got, like a new bike or something. Rather it was a fairly deep awareness inside that I had. One that I had no idea how it would come about. And then bingo, it did. There are many things in my life that I look back on and think I might do differently, if not to try and get a different result just to see what might have happened. But everything up to the point where I met her I wouldn't change at all, ever. That one single moment is The One. That love is as tangible and real as the keyboard in front of me. For some reason, whatever the reason, that's just the way it is for me and I've always been happy, centered and balanced recognizing that. I guess I just am who I am and I'm long past second guessing it. I can't he'p it, I'm just a prisoner of love! I wanted to post this because I think of that saying "life is what's happening when you're making other plans" in regards to this thread topic. The Way, the good, the bad, the mistakes, the insanity, for me they've all always revolved around the real center of my life which is this thing I've got with my wife. In it, I see what God wants for me and it's been at the center of everything I've done since I encountered it, since I was about 17, so it's developed and seems to be still developing now even in our 33th year and after knowing each other for 36 or so. There's a point of...say, "truth", and "God" that's set in that relationship we have that allows itself to be the barometer in what I do and believe. That love is, in and of itself straight and true and has never veered or changed. If she left me tomorrow, I'd love her just the same for all the years I have left. To me, it's like a...again for want of a better word, a "manifestation" of the love of God, a sample if you will. In it I can see how a loving God can exist. Our family is all a part of it now, extended, the whole gang. The only thing close to it for me is music. Most of all I would wish for anyone that they have something like it in their life, whatever it may be. I don't know how well this fits in overall. For some reason it's hard to express, but it seems to come out easy enough, so that's that I guess.

Maybe it's like a pool of water which, when a rock is thrown in, slowly sends ripples out and out, to the edge of the shore, slowly but surely, until it gently rocks that old rowboat tied up at the old pier on the south side, which it rubs up against causing the pier to finally give way from that last final tappety tappety tap, and causes it to fall majestically in to the water, where it creates a larger wave that flips a boogie board up just ever so slightly, but just enough to cause the sun to glare off of it's white underside and that causes the motorist driving by the beautiful little pond to glance over and then not see the squirrel that drops on his windshield which scares the crap out of him and causes him to drive off the road and in to the cliff that borders the little pond which causes the boulder to fall off the cliff and roll down on to the car and smash the top, narrowly missing the driver when it does. So the driver has the car totaled by the insurance estimator, gets a new car and ends up marrying the daughter of the guy who owns the dealership where he buys the car who just happens to be there late the day he buys it because the road that goes back to her place is blocked for some repair work, something about a cliff and a boulder falling in to the pond there or something. Which would be a happy ending but for the fact that she didn't know he was an alcoholic who was lost that day on the road by the pond because he was bombed out of his mind. So she eventually dumped him, right before she began her travels in Europe, which is where her idea for making childrens educational books using yellow and green M and M's for the text really took off.

Maybe it's like when you want some dried fruit so you buy a bag of Fruit 'n' Nuts. The dried peaches, apricots and bananas are in there-you get the fruit, but you still have to pick out the nuts. :)--> (well, I did say maybe.)

Danged if you weren't right IGO! Topo ate it. Done deal. Paw, this link at views.com says MSN has that feature, scroll down near the bottom of the main column under MSN. I'm unfamiliar with the programs in general, not sure if that's what you're looking for.

Well there you go, Tref. :D--> Although based on my indepth research the unusually tight and form fitting loin cloths worn by the male dancers actually contributed to a reduction in fertility, if you know what I mean. So while the purpose of the pagan production was to produce a more purposeful and powerful understanding of what it meant to "stand in the crack" of the congregation, it actually caused future generations to become somewhat watered down, so to speak. Thus, the tribe became smaller and smaller, in much the same that that the dancers loin cloths and associated equipment did. Tragic, really. Thus, the first, "original" sin was actually one of bad art, specifically bad dancing by men in inappropriate apparel. After that it was all downhill. I'm sure LCM had first hand knowledge of this. It's so Amazing!!! Isn't it???

This looks pretty interesting. Have no information on them, but I guess if I click on any one of the contact us links, that problem will be solved. Thanks for posting it danteh1. Seems fairly straightforward in a roundabout way. Don't know anything about Belize. Bonefishing you say? :)--> Excellent spot!