archenemy

Your on a roll today, Arch. Good audience good audience!

Coffe is loaded with antitoxidants oh wait, is this part of your unsubstanciated medical quackary crap?

Coffee is good for us old "has beans"

It is also a great form of birth contol. As long as you are lactating, your chances of getting pregnant are lower. Also, after three years of milking your tits will be so saggy that ain't no one gonna fuck you. Its a long term plan, really.

However if it's for religious reasons they'd be happy to open that can, chew them up, and crap them out all over you. Please use stall 140 this time.

shoot, that's funny

I like the idea of everybody going down. Much better than the nuclear thingy.

Oly?

They do. Its just that the pause is for a couple of years.

You guys sure know how to cheer me up. as for pop 7-Up Yours

Is anyone on this board actually a psychologist? Or is everyone just a wannabe? What the fuck is up with the "you have an inferiority complex" or " you are defensive/aggressive/boarderline/depressive/manic/psychotic/whateverthefuck" in all these responses. Retarded.

She may as well get used to censure; she won't be allowed to breast feed just anywhere, you know!!

inane

I just watched that movie again two night ago! I love that movie. Especially the sniper.

Wow, and auto-dutch oven. That is one sick mutherfuker. Is he single?

And I think she's wearing those shoes with the velcro on the top. Don't those just bug ya?

Oly?

I've never quite understood the special hate that gun haters have for semi-auto rifles. What fucking difference does it make? My semi auto and my bolt action rifles are both the same caliber. I've used my bolt action so much I can damn near fire it as quickly as my semi auto. and I don't go for the "so you don't need the semi auto" b.s. either. What I don't need is someone making arbitrary lines on what I can own and what I can't own. Therefore, I'd like to hear the logical reason behind this distinction.

Me.

or con-dumb in this case

The worst job I ever had was working for the Pacific Railroad, doing a thing called "gandy-dancing." Now most of you know the railroad was built partially by Irish labor. Well, back then the workers would use this long handled shovel, made by the Gandy Shovel Company of Great Neck New York. Well, they'd shove one end of the shovel under a railroad tie, and then run out to the other end of the shovel, when they could find it, and do a little jig on it, and they called it "gandy-dancin'". This would lift the tie up so they could shove gravel under it, which would level the roadbed, so when the train came along, it wouldn't tip over, which would be a real drag for everyone. Well, nowadays, they run three cars out on the rail: a bunk car, an equipment car, and a mess car. The only thing they don't give you is a cook. The bosses figure you'll find out who the best cook is, and use him. Well, they were wrong. Y'see, they just find out who complains the loudest about the cooking, and he gets to be the cook. Well, that was me, see. Ol' aligator mouth. That was the worst food I'd ever had, and I complained about it. Things like "dog bottom pie" and "pheasant sweat." I thought it was garbage. So I complained. And everyone said, "alright, you think you can do better? You're the cook." Well, that made me mad, see? But I knew, that anyone who complained about my cooking, they were gonna have to cook. Armed with that knowledge, I sallied forth, over the muddy river. I was walking along, and I saw just this hell of a big moose turd, I mean it was a real steamer! So I said to myself, "self, we're going to make us some moose turd pie." So I tipped that prairie pastry on its side, got my sh*t together, so to speak, and started rolling it down towards the cook car: flolump, flolump, flolump. I went in and made a big pie shell, and then I tipped that meadow muffin into it, laid strips of dough across it, and put a sprig of parsley on top. It was beautiful, poetry on a plate, and I served it up for dessert. Well, this big guy come into the mess car, I mean, he's about 5 foot forty, and he sets himself down like a fool on a stool, picked up a fork and took a big bite of that moose turd pie. Well he threw down his fork and he let out a bellow, "My God, that's moose turd pie!" "It's good though."

From what I understand, there is no false doctor shortage and the threat of malpractice suits has a direct impact on those individuals chosing to practice medicine. This can most easily be seen in Obstetrics, where malprac suits are common and the awards are usually the highest (babies make people's decision making abilities go out the window). As a result, med students are avoiding that area altogether and now there is a shortage. Only when their salaries begin to raise enough to offset the threat of losing everything will there be more people willing to go back to this field of medicine will the supply start to reach the demand. Furthermore, most med students graduate with a quarter of a million dollar school debt. I don't know about you, but man, I think that's mighty high. And MDs are in school forever, so they don't start paying their loans off for a long time. And they don't start out making huge dough, they have a earning curve just like everyone else. And when they do get into the big bucks, they deserve it. Fuck, I wouldn't want their job. Would you? As for capitalism's shortcomings--sure they exist. But to talk about our system as if it is unfettered capitalism and to mention that we need some rules in place--well, that is just not the case. We live in a highly regulated system. And the health care system is under that right now, for better or for worse. And it sucks that folks can't all afford heart surgery. It really sucks. But in a socialist system, where healthcare is rationed, you gramma wouldn't qualify for help due to her age--regardless of what she could afford. Funny enough, she'd have to come to the US or a country like it to get care at her age. I am not defending the system here--it's broken and we all know it. But let's be sure we examine the parts that are causing the problem and not dwell on things that are not really the root of the problem.

I've sold my ass at a lot of places. But REI ain't one of em.

seems like you got to look into the camera a bunch. and have cheezy muzak in the background.

seems like you got to look into the camera a bunch.