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jay needs the vaccine that inoculates against using acronyms in ever sentence

next yer gonna say saladin was a crusader boogey-man too! have you taken any classes in middle eastern history? read a book on the region other than what you might have found on jim's bookshelf? secretive fundementalist organizations w/ a penchant for wacko objectives and methods are a continous theme in the "dar al islam" - do you now the origin of the word "assassin" for example?

i predict i will, before i die, be able to buy my magical herbs w/ my credit card

nah, definetly needed a truck this trip, so the devil stayed home - no pix of anything, but it's worth the trip back i'd say (bringn some hot chicks, bikinis and a volleyball - you might not want to be too attached to them as if you did enough jumping aroudn in there you could probably send the whole shebang falling down to a lower level! )- really looking forward to figuring out how to get into the firecracker cave next not much of a competition w/ your weekend there, dude

for a group that don't exist, they sure as hell issue plenty of press statements

of course harrypotterstan denies the existence of he-who-must-not-be-named!

100 years of presidential history very strongly suggests though that, good or bad, the republicans will get the white house for 2016-2024

a prominent homeboy on this here website can speak to the truth of this!

christ's sake, whatever ya do, don't dare to suck down a can of red bull to ease the pain of the vaccine jab - that'll shoot yer odds of a deleterious disaster up a good few hundred percentage points

come now, all this is a criminal distraction from the true crisis facing our country, namely, the war on christmas!

1 ranch - 2 vets - 4 dogs - 9 meat popsicles - a dozen cattle - 14 chickens n' a herd of goats

my 3rd visit in as many weekends - slurry sick snow high-centering on the final mile - pouring weak-sleety shit in the slickery parking lot - the ghosts of a great big bonfire - into the deep! checked out the "sandcastles" - holy fucking great hollows afore the hall-guard bat-man - a big, big scary boom below the hard-boots we beat upon the bottom of the room - total zen in the corkscrew of the chamber's end. great times - 4 white boys crammed into the cab of a new-model what-have-you - me n' bob n' the tappet-brothers all about at the broaching of the day...

for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark

and thus totally at home in cc.retard spray!!!

'bout sums it up for me - if that shit ain't on the test...

renew, renew, renew!

11/16 - blustery in the evening, poor portents for a weekend spent in outdoor pursuits - a storm brewing, fierce and soon to follow the setting of the sun, but time enough for a lap in the damp, breezy, chilly dusk - chicken-wing => corner => hidden treats => corner HOW YOU KNOW ITS WINTER AT BEACON: 1. on a friday afternoon you don't just have the corner to yerself, nor the whole rock, but what appears to be the entirety of the damn park, including the river! 2. all the chalk's washed off the holds, so ya gotta actually look around a bit... 3. your solo options suddenly seem awful limited, as cruise'n and any part of young warriors doesn't even appear on the radar 4. kenny's food bucket on the party ledge has turned into a foul slurry of what-the-fuck 5. you ain't seen jim in a looooong while 6. all the elk have fuckered off the island, the herons are hell n' gone, and the peregrines have a prissy air about them 7. on the rare occasions you climb indoors, you gotta re-tighten all yer shoelaces 'cuz you've been climbing in thick-socks since ever-fuck 8. you actually can hear the nagging voice of your wife ("you're an asshole") when having a quick lap after-work in the dark 9. getting even a single lap in after work seems a god-send to dispell the grim demons of Seasonal Affective Disorder 10. the fucking wdot cock-suckers FINALLY appear to be bringing their goddamn roadwork on 14 to a head, and the sorry white-bitches who've been holding signs all summer are now burka-safe under 10 bundles of warm whateverthefuck

the good news is that, given the fact their various products were made almost purely out of preservatives, any remaing hostess snack left in a time-capsule, bomb shelter, double-wide trailer, etc. oughta be good anytime between now and judgement day

if only we had uglier, less charismatic generals

i got more rights w/ the coca-cola company then w/ genghis khan and his boys at least?

anachronism, why in 400 BC you had boys like socrates saying "i am not a greek or an athenian, but a citizen of the world." course, i think the tearing down of political walls was what the anarchists were all about last century, and all they managed to do was make some mildy interesting, noisy music

have you read "guns, germs and steel?" great book, if not. basic theory: germs have been one of the prime evolutionary tools shaping our societies since we started living in big'old herds

i don't follow - constitution demands a majority of the e.c. votes (currently 270) to become president - how does a 3rd party ever get that? sure, a 3rd party could conceivably get more than the 2 established parties, but no way a full on 51%

i do like a popular vote system as the e.c. justifiably makes voters feel their individual vote ain't worth anything

i'd be fine w/ that if every other state did it simultaneously, but obviously it would just fuck one party or the other if it was scattershot