Mal_Con

Sometimes imagination ... 8D beats reality.

RIP Bettie

This one was on top of Teneriff day after Thanksgiving.

WE are nihilists we believe in nothing!

How can you do a drive by if you are unarmed

Fritz Lang - Metropolis already done

Some guys in Columbia could do that.

Soylent Green

There are two kinds of people in the world.....

Crikey, that's enough to turn someone republican.

"Little Puget Foo Foo Running through the forest Scooping up the door mice And bopping them on the head! Down came the Good Fairy, and she said: "Little Puget Foo Foo I don't wanna see you Scooping up the field mice And bopping them on the head! I will give you three chances, And if you don't behave, I will turn you into a GOON!" [video:youtube]

They used to call them Q-boats you could just stat putting deck guns on merchant ships and maybe an AWACS in the area.

As it has been said many times before it is because what they object to is the 8D by someone else not the killing.

Ah but that was before the beautification of Saint Ayn.

How the hell could you abort a baby eagle

RF = phrank from rat f*ck

At the UW some of us were into RFing, started raping into the steam tunnels and off the balconies on McMahon. Joined the UWCC as they had good parties and took the climbing PE course with some northwest notables. Did most of local peaks with friends graduated went to OZ and found friends from CO and CA to climb with. Joined MR in CA later.

Port Orchard, you got a problem with that?

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When I taught in Australia this poem was always considered the most appropriate on this occasion, it is by Wilfred Owen the "Poet of the Trenches" he was killed in action shortly before armistice day. DULCE ET DECORUM EST Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori. 8 October 1917 - March, 1918 DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country

Bet the Whitehouse shredding machines have been working overtime.

We have had pretty good luck with Travelers through Costco.

When I was in private practice State Farm was notorious for not paying legitimate claims, you almost always had to file suit to get a decent payout. USAA has always been one of the best.

er little shopping spree effectively sabotaged one of the main themes of her candidacy (we are one of you) R's should be the ones mad at her.

We are capable of multitasking, abuse and pressure .