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DICK CHENEY ON LIST TOO???? OMGLOL INTERNUT RUMOUR!

amazing, yes...that is exactly what my bike looks like, except for it has 2 more wheels than that, some are triangular, others only have 2 sides.

* What's good for Dick Cheney is good for America. * Cheney actually keeps his soul inside of a cursed strongbox surrounded by a chupacabra-filled lake of boiling oil (donated by Halliburton), and that lake is contained deep within Area 51 which is guarded by a clone of the Master Chief and the now-unemployed zombie-skeletons from Army of Darkness. * Cheney doesn't blink much. Puts too much strain on the area of his chest where the heart is located in other people. * Cheney's daughter Lynn owns a very successful rug cleaning business. * Cheney has recused himself from any tie to that Rug Cleaning business and will not talk about it in public. * Cheney never cries for anything. * Cheney's presence and name spread feelings of warmth and security, even to reporters. * Cheney has feelings for his lesbian daughter, and does not know any hookers.

I am old now, my only companion Thor's weighty wrestling friend. Old age brings mighty warriors to their knees. I still think of you Ragnor, shield wall companion I see you again by the mead hall hearth, A boy dreaming the old sagas, Ragnor the *coal biter, idle boy, then warrior My childhood companion. Playing with a toy long ship your mother gave to you To sail with the Vikings, standing at the sternpost Steering a fine warship, hewing down some foemen And then heading back for harbour. Mighty warriors with mighty swords, shiny helmets and shield bosses We sail over the German sea seeking plunder in Angle land In Wave Walker, a warship, steed of the waves With snarling dragon head. Let Saxons quake in terror before the seventy sea oars Gained well earned rest cleaving axe and sword Slippery with blood labours of the ocean Now labours of the ravens. Norwegian arms driving Wave Walker iron studded dragon on the seal plain, Over storm-tossed waves the gannet's bath, the German Sea Wave walker on the whale road, seventy Norwegian Sea oars, Like an Eagle with beating wings Ragnor, eyes the colour of the sea Crashing under cliffs, the waters swirling up inlets Cobalt and turquoise burying the shingle on Angle Land Where we planted our banners the hammer and the raven A bright winter's morning when midnight frost stayed white In long, cold shadows Stretched across silent fields. Seventy Norwegian shields left to warm their hands On Saxon village fires. Ragnor, hearth companion staggering from the warship In small circles on sea legs like a drunk on a pony, Turning and bending to touch the spinning Earth Finding again lands legs. Wildfowl whispered on marshland like old women around damp fires Cold air escaped from feathers when they shivered Snow melted as we marched in morning's new and different light Beneath the Hammer and Raven. The hard V of geese came in, a small stitch in grey sky Growing larger until finally it broke apart. Seventy spears and shields glistened in the morning air We feeders of the ravens. West Seattle rose to meet us that day with the morning smell Of mutton, smoke and sweat. the omen sun barely rose red Over silent fields mist silvered like premonitions Between birch trees three hundred Saxons waited Steaming outside the village sweat soaked in the mist. Arrows echoed in the air, then came the battle cry And with it a metal shower of rain! Spear and arrowhead tattered flesh in the rush Odin! The cry filled lungs and we fought to fill West Seattle. Chosen to be with Odin, fighting with him at Ragnarok Heroes to the end of time. Not men but demons fight and kill or die! In this game of iron do not think and fight And ignore the pain, smashing the shield wall And the Saxon line. Disregarding superior numbers, thinning Saxon ranks With obstinance and blade we smashed their shield wall And sacked the village, howling we killed them We mighty warriors. See how bright these swords and spears shine! See how they sweat bright blood From slain mail coats, howling we killed them We feeders of the ravens. Raging red fire ate up their roofs And kites wheeled in this game of iron. Sword arms ached as howling we killed them We proud war smiths. How well we Vikings clash slippery in the sea of wounds Beneath the Hammer and the Raven, Skewering mail coats sprawling in the village gateways. Howling we killed them, warriors eager for fame. We held the village until a spear Shattered your right thigh And exposed the bone, I could not see Odin, Blinded like Hodur in a sea of sword sweat Rain of blood soaking dirt into a gory mire We had to retreat crossing a path of comrades Fallen in the mud, where are the Valkyries? Shield maidens of Odin? Terrible now to look as a blood red cloud darkened the sky. Heavens stained with the blood of men As the Valkyries started up, their songs filled the air Seeking the bravest warriors. Over dead and dying men, the Valkyries choose the battle slain For Odin at the Ragnarok, end of time for gods and men. Heroes laid like battered planks on the bloody road Paving the way to West Seattle. I laid you down On the earth to rest. turning to flight, more arrows Rained cutting through , turning my shirt red. I fell but crawled to you. Ragnor, I saw the paving That morning in the mud. Your breathe came soft. Eyes gems of pain Ragnor, hearth companion, Soaked with sweat and blood, Valkyries, a warrior for Odin! Ragnor, my childhood companion, urging me away. I will stay with you and we will fight to enter West Seattle. But we charged and retreat yet again? The setting sun shone red whilst quiet We listen to the cries of dying men For water, help and death. seventy Norwegian shields Against three hundred Saxons! Howling we killed them We proud war smiths, the smell of blood drew hordes of wild pigs To feed on fallen men, a sight I never want to see with my eyes again Only death and the Valykrie call will let my eyes forget. We stayed awake that night, clubbing the pigs With our spears then Odin answered cries for water It rained a deluge and then frost returned, drowning the body heat. The rain stopped at dawn and frost encrusted the lips of heroes, Light filled the smouldering village and battle recommenced The pigs had gone but we dared not look at their feast. Through battle and death’s smell we fought, Aching for the Valkyries song, to join Odin in West Seattle. The Saxon ranks broke, seventy Norwegian shields Fighting the Saxon hordes. We returned to Wave Walker, but you left your leg In that burnt out village, you died on the seal plain. Lost to me on the whale road Ragnor, my brother in arms I am old now, With Thor's weighty wrestling friend. I will fight again, seeking fame beneath the Hammer and Raven. Through the haze of blue-tinged smoke in the mead hall I still think of you. Ragnor, shield wall companion You liked the mead hall, sizzling beef and herrings, You the drinking horn, roast wildfowl And sucking gulls eggs, I still think of you, mighty warrior The mead hall, carved benches, hero-marked wooden tables, And shinning shield bosses reflecting firelight And the smell of tallow. drinking horn and all of it famed By our heroic sagas. This is the World you loved, warm cosy and familiar Serving maidens with mead and Ale filled horns Oyster and mussel shells with bread on iron griddles Baking on the longhouse fire. The conversation tasted of raids, plunder, unfaithful wives and adventure; Long ships, slaves and swords all of this you loved And in such places, I seek your voice And your laughter For the serving maidens. Ragnor, mead hall companion I still seek your drunkenness and disapproval When it is time to go in the blue-tinged smoke, I still see you now and then Sitting there waiting for me.

more properly it is IM IN UR CAR UPGRADING YOUR SHIFTER

there is something wrong with that guys nose

No, but I was wearing a funny hat.

should work now

what about this bad boy: http://www.hawaiitribune-herald.com/articles/2007/06/29/local_news/local02.txt

I found this poem entitled "West Seattle" for you to make enjoy: I SAW in the night unbroken, In the land the daylight shuns, At their long tables oaken The Sea-kings and the Huns. Strong arms had they for smiting, To them death only gave More feasting and more fighting, More plunder for the brave. Scant use had they for pleaders, They boasted of their war, The pitiless bright-eyed leaders, And their battle-god was Thor. And "When this right hand falters," Quoth one, "the soul is fled"; "And I made so many altars Ruinous," this one said. And lo! as they sat and vaunted Across the mist of the years, There came to them one that flaunted The helm of the war-god's peers. A little shape and a mightless, And the strong men laughed and roared: "Is our father Odin sightless That bade him share the board? "From what realms spoilt and plundered, From what shrines burnt art come? Has thine hand hewed and thundered On the crosses of Christendom?" And he said, "I too had legions, I fouled where ye defiled, I trod in the selfsame regions And warred on woman and child. "Tricked out in my shining armour And riding behind my Huns, I harried the priest and farmer, I followed the smoking guns." But the kings cried out and shouted As they drained the sweetened mead: "Was it thus that the Franks were routed, When we made Europe bleed? This king with a leaden rattle And death that comes from afar, What pride hath he of the battle? What lust to maim or mar? "The loot and the red blood running Were the only signs we saw; But the gods that gave thee cunning Have also given thee law." And a Northman spake: "With seven Fair churches when I died I had paved my path to heaven; Their pillage was my pride. "I tore the saints from their niches With the red hands of my rage; But what hast thou in thy ditches To do with a craftless age? "Thou hast felt no Viking's starkness; Thou hast lost a Christian's throne." And they drove him forth in the darkness To find a place of his own.

I AWOKE TODAY IN THE GLORIOUS VALHALLA OF WEST SEATTLE, BREATHING IN THE SWEET NECTAR OF THE WEST SEATTLE AIR, AND REVELED IN THE TRIUMPHANT SURROUNDINGS OF BEAUTIFUL WEST SEATTLE. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF HOW LUCKY AM I TO LIVE IN THIS PRIVILEGED LAND, WITH BECKONING VIEWS OF THE OLYMPIC PENINSULA, MT RAINDAWG, AND THE CASCADES SURROUNDED BY SHIMMERING WATERS AND ALL THAT IS GOOD. I GOT IN MY CAR AND DROVE MY SHORT COMMUTE TO BOTHELL, THINKING OF HOW EASILY I COULD HAVE MADE THE SHORT 2 HOUR BIKE RIDE IF I HAD CHOSEN TO, BUT INSTEAD COMFORTABLELY NESTLED IN MY LEATHER SEATS I ENJOYED HEARING ABOUT THE SUCCESS OF ICHIRO IN THE ALLSTAR GAME AND SOME TUNES ON KEXP. OH TO BE ALIVE AND LIVING IN GLORIOUS WEST SEATTLE!!!!

I can confirm that that is true. He likes to get his Mewhiners on too.

Ichiro to stay? I know Ulee will be relieved...he was pretty worried about the situation. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/sports/2003783037_webichiro10.html

"In the course of its tenure since the Sept. 11 attacks, the Bush administration has turned the entire government (and the DOJ in particular) into a veritable Augean stable on issues such as civil rights, civil liberties, international law and basic human rights, as well as criminal prosecution and federal employment and contracting practices. It has systematically undermined the rule of law in the name of fighting terrorism, and it has sought to insulate its actions from legislative or judicial scrutiny and accountability by invoking national security at every turn, engaging in persistent fearmongering, routinely impugning the integrity and/or patriotism of its critics, and protecting its own lawbreakers. This is neither normal government conduct nor "politics as usual," but a national disgrace of a magnitude unseen since the days of Watergate - which, in fact, I believe it eclipses." AKA a Shit Storm

The phrase of the day is "Augean stable".

that would be a hellish commute to Bothell. Carl just needs to be close to me.

Dinner at the Colonel's house!

I concur! I really want to go down and spend sometime there.

I noticed the BD Guide was a bit sticky even with the new skinny rope I have, but I was glad to have two fat biners when rappelling on that same rope.

and just tell them that your lexus is in the shop getting performance upgrades and your yacht is in dry dock being fitted with a hottub.

carl, if you're going to work in bothell then you definitely want to stay on the eastside! Kirkland or Bellevue. While you're not at work you can troll for MILFs at Bellevue Square...I know you'll fit right in. Get yourself a pink polo shirt and wear your topsiders without socks. I just know you'll fit right in!

no i'll settle this. humans have collectively fouled their own nest (no where more apparent than lovely Tacoma), and turned the earth shit-wasted, rat infested, overpriced, womb-barren, despot-controlled, bumper sticker plastered, grid-locked, smog-stewing collective with no redeeming qualities of which to speak other than the few places that haven't gotten around to strip mining, oil drilling, or logged with no eye to a renewable harvest yet.