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Hair of the Dog??

Nice try, but you don't care a wit about any servicemen who have died or been wounded. Bullshit. Just like the Clinton-haters, you'll constantly bring up Bush for years after he's out of office - at the very least to change the subject if a Democrat is in office and screwing up.

yeah, right... oh the irony is amazing. smoke another bowl, dude, and keep on believing in yourself.

that explains a lot.

Kevbone, you should listen to the lyrics of "After Forever" a little more closely, bro.

I never cease to be amazed how fucks like you and No. 13 have to turn even a light-hearted spray thread into yet another dive into the lowest common denominator. but I guess gutter scum like you have no other option but to be what you are.

um, wasn't the solstice yesterday? christ, i hate "war and peace!" It depends where you are... yeah in Seattle it was yesterday, but on the East Coast it was this morning. If you hate War and Peace, you gotta hate this thread... :-)))

Wrong. Daylength now begins to increase only between the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. At our latitude the later sunset is balanced or counteracted by a later sunrise until January 5; on that date, sunrise begins to march backwards on the clock. Only then do the days at this latitude start to become longer. This is caused by the so-called "Equation of Time," a term that describes several daylength phenomena created by the fact that Earth's orbit around the sun is an ellipse. Because all orbits are elliptical, orbiting bodies' velocity around their central body vary according to their position on their trajectory. Combined with the fact that the ecliptic is inclined, the Equation of Time means that sunrise and sunset do not advance and recede from local noon at the same rate. Great, another fucking cc.com Cliff Claven.

That this is good spray..... HAPPY HOLIDAYS, KEVBONE!

HAPPY SOLSTICE EVERYONE! FROM HERE ON OUT IT ONLY GETS BETTER!!!! GOODBYE TO SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER!

Stop hating God and come back to Him. He will forgive you.

i'm making borshch. mmmm. i am making bowel movement in your grandmother's rotting pussy, nancy boy. more likely, you're wacking off to TTK titty photos, and shoving a hockey puck up your ass. dumbass Canuck.

i'm making borshch. mmmm. 20 more minutes. add salt, pepper, dill weed, and lemon juice fuck yeah but i digress... back on topic: The officers were about to take leave, but Prince Andrew, apparently reluctant to be left alone with his friend, asked them to stay and have tea. Seats were brought in and so was the tea. The officers gazed with surprise at Pierre's huge stout figure and listened to his talk of Moscow and the position of our army, round which he had ridden. Prince Andrew remained silent, and his expression was so forbidding that Pierre addressed his remarks chiefly to the good-natured battalion commander. "So you understand the whole position of our troops?" Prince Andrew interrupted him. "Yes- that is, how do you mean?" said Pierre. "Not being a military man I can't say I have understood it fully, but I understand the general position." "Well, then, you know more than anyone else, be it who it may," said Prince Andrew. "Oh!" said Pierre, looking over his spectacles in perplexity at Prince Andrew. "Well, and what do think of Kutuzov's appointment?" he asked. "I was very glad of his appointment, that's all I know," replied Prince Andrew. "And tell me your opinion of Barclay de Tolly. In Moscow they are saying heaven knows what about him.... What do you think of him?" "Ask them," replied Prince Andrew, indicating the officers. Pierre looked at Timokhin with the condescendingly interrogative smile with which everybody involuntarily addressed that officer. "We see light again, since his Serenity has been appointed, your excellency," said Timokhin timidly, and continually turning to glance at his colonel. "Why so?" asked Pierre. "Well, to mention only firewood and fodder, let me inform you. Why, when we were retreating from Sventsyani we dare not touch a stick or a wisp of hay or anything. You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency?" and again Timokhin turned to the prince. "But we daren't. In our regiment two officers were court-martialed for that kind of thing. But when his Serenity took command everything became straight forward. Now we see light..." "Then why was it forbidden?" Timokhin looked about in confusion, not knowing what or how to answer such a question. Pierre put the same question to Prince Andrew. "Why, so as not to lay waste the country we were abandoning to the enemy," said Prince Andrew with venomous irony. "It is very sound: one can't permit the land to be pillaged and accustom the troops to marauding. At Smolensk too he judged correctly that the French might outflank us, as they had larger forces. But he could not understand this," cried Prince Andrew in a shrill voice that seemed to escape him involuntarily: "he could not understand that there, for the first time, we were fighting for Russian soil, and that there was a spirit in the men such as I had never seen before, that we had held the French for two days, and that that success had increased our strength tenfold. He ordered us to retreat, and all our efforts and losses went for nothing. He had no thought of betraying us, he tried to do the best he could, he thought out everything, and that is why he is unsuitable. He is unsuitable now, just because he plans out everything very thoroughly and accurately as every German has to. How can I explain?... Well, say your father has a German valet, and he is a splendid valet and satisfies your father's requirements better than you could, then it's all right to let him serve. But if your father is mortally sick you'll send the valet away and attend to your father with your own unpracticed, awkward hands, and will soothe him better than a skilled man who is a stranger could. So it has been with Barclay. While Russia was well, a foreigner could serve her and be a splendid minister; but as soon as she is in danger she needs one of her own kin. But in your Club they have been making him out a traitor! They slander him as a traitor, and the only result will be that afterwards, ashamed of their false accusations, they will make him out a hero or a genius instead of a traitor, and that will be still more unjust. He is an honest and very punctilious German." "And they say he's a skillful commander," rejoined Pierre. "I don't understand what is meant by 'a skillful commander,'" replied Prince Andrew ironically. "A skillful commander?" replied Pierre. "Why, one who foresees all contingencies... and foresees the adversary's intentions." "But that's impossible," said Prince Andrew as if it were a matter settled long ago. Pierre looked at him in surprise. "And yet they say that war is like a game of chess?" he remarked. "Yes," replied Prince Andrew, "but with this little difference, that in chess you may think over each move as long as you please and are not limited for time, and with this difference too, that a knight is always stronger than a pawn, and two pawns are always stronger than one, while in war a battalion is sometimes stronger than a division and sometimes weaker than a company. The relative strength of bodies of troops can never be known to anyone. Believe me," he went on, "if things depended on arrangements made by the staff, I should be there making arrangements, but instead of that I have the honor to serve here in the regiment with these gentlemen, and I consider that on us tomorrow's battle will depend and not on those others.... Success never depends, and never will depend, on position, or equipment, or even on numbers, and least of all on position." "But on what then?" "On the feeling that is in me and in him," he pointed to Timokhin, "and in each soldier." Prince Andrew glanced at Timokhin, who looked at his commander in alarm and bewilderment. In contrast to his former reticent taciturnity Prince Andrew now seemed excited. He could apparently not refrain from expressing the thoughts that had suddenly occurred to him. "A battle is won by those who firmly resolve to win it! Why did we lose the battle at Austerlitz? The French losses were almost equal to ours, but very early we said to ourselves that we were losing the battle, and we did lose it. And we said so because we had nothing to fight for there, we wanted to get away from the battlefield as soon as we could. 'We've lost, so let us run,' and we ran. If we had not said that till the evening, heaven knows what might not have happened. But tomorrow we shan't say it! You talk about our position, the left flank weak and the right flank too extended," he went on. "That's all nonsense, there's nothing of the kind. But what awaits us tomorrow? A hundred million most diverse chances which will be decided on the instant by the fact that our men or theirs run or do not run, and that this man or that man is killed, but all that is being done at present is only play. The fact is that those men with whom you have ridden round the position not only do not help matters, but hinder. They are only concerned with their own petty interests." "At such a moment?" said Pierre reproachfully. "At such a moment!" Prince Andrew repeated. "To them it is only a moment affording opportunities to undermine a rival and obtain an extra cross or ribbon. For me tomorrow means this: a Russian army of a hundred thousand and a French army of a hundred thousand have met to fight, and the thing is that these two hundred thousand men will fight and the side that fights more fiercely and spares itself least will win. And if you like I will tell you that whatever happens and whatever muddles those at the top may make, we shall win tomorrow's battle. Tomorrow, happen what may, we shall win!"

i'm making borshch. mmmm. 20 more minutes. add salt, pepper, dill weed, and lemon juice fuck yeah but i digress...

i'm making borshch. mmmm. 20 more minutes. add salt, pepper, dill weed, and lemon juice fuck yeah

i'm making borshch. mmmm.

Post of the day! For sure! :lmao: :lmao: Seahawks familiy! and you don't even show up on the photo... you're well off to the left, somewhere between amoebas and slime-mold.

STFU, you Canuck piece of shit, ass-eating fuck wad.

Unlock the thread. Ban Seahawks for a week. It will then die on its own accord.

Thank you. Amen. Merry Christmas. Some people need to learn that you don't need to response to every damn post ad nauseaum. TTK and Seahawks seem to top that list. Merry Christmas to you too, and a Happy New Year! (be safe!)

Funny how you will believe scientific theory saying fossilization is impossible but not science saying the Earth is 4 billion years old. Cognitive dissonance? I guess you are too dumb to get it. Can you prove fossilization. Yes and you can prove how long it takes. Something 60 -70 million supposedly years old would have 0% cells. No if and or buts. But hey it does. So we have to come up with a new theory to debunk this. 0 + 0 = 0 Something doesn't come from nothing. Basic laws. 1) Mary finds some 65 million year old blood cells inside a dinosaur bone 2) Mary suggests that these blood cells have been preserved through the fosslization process 3) Fossilization theory does not discount this, but it is an unexpected result. Offering possibilities for more exciting discoveries. 4) Mouthbreathing Bible thumpers (probably reading Bible looking for justifications for incest) cannot understand Mary's work. 5. and idiots can't admit that maybe there thinking was wrong becuase they are so much into there huminstic religion that it doesn't allow any other thought. SEAHAWKS YOU HAVE EXCEEDED THE QUOTA FOR MAXIMUM POSTS IN A THREAD. STFU AND GO DO SOMETHING ELSE.

Hey gotta compliment you on actually backing up a post with a pertinent link. It is much better than spewing your usual ill tempered rhetoric. go wash your ass, clownpuncher. Merry Christmas. I gave you an easy avenue for a angry vent. Hope it helped you feel better. sorry, bud, but I'm not angry - just having fun! and Merry Christmas to you! Христос раждається!

bugger off poser. your head is way too big for what you actually can do and have done. as for Tvash, you and he should hang out. you are two assholes that are perfect for one another.

What do you wear to keep the head of manhood from freezing? I don't seem to have a good enough idea to have a comfortable ride. I don't have that problem. For me it's a battle between a cold head (not that head!) and numb fingers or overheating/sweating. Typically I wear long sleeves, a regular biking jersey, regulay padded pants and no skull cap and no jacket. If the temps are below 40, I often wear a jacket for the ride in to Seattle, but no jacket going home, even if it is as cold as 35. I just pedal harder.

Hey gotta compliment you on actually backing up a post with a pertinent link. It is much better than spewing your usual ill tempered rhetoric. go wash your ass, clownpuncher.