Dechristo

no doubt. and people who perhaps didn't look so hot look much hotter when they treat you well. Or when you're drunk. Or when possessed by Lustful Libido.

Just so they can grind their shoes into it?

But, still, the eggs will poach.

Hmmmmm... shoes or Foraker... shoes or Foraker....? Conundrum, Horns of a dilemna...

Ok, now, what smart-ass is going to summate I'm married to Carvell? Beatcha to it. Cheeky monkees...

Really? I thought it looked more like James Carvell(sp?).

Grassy-ass.

...fuckin' wild-ass horses...

WTF? I don't understand what anyone is talking about today. But, then, why should today be any different? ...maybe I did get horsekicked in the head yesterday and don't remember it.

Hypocrisy is what we are talking about and should like discussion around the world spur introspection in this subject, the Live8 performers will have done their good deed indeed. Everybody gots an opinion, mine is often more convoluted than my asshole.

schwag

got it. Careful, a guy could fry eggs in shorts that hot.

I doubt it. Many (most?) of us don't think about things like doors or toilet seats, except when women mention it.

On balance, they are no more, or less, affective than you.

They are one in the same. Agree totally I love to do the same...fun, ain't it? I'm not understanding...care to clarify? You ARE the omnipotent Archenemy...!

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What's my wife have to do with this?

Yep.

Bill answered sufficiently. We can never know all of the factors that precipitate the behavior of others. Expectations of compliance by others to personal or codified frameworks of Right and Wrong are unhappily natural inclinations accepted generally as rational; in experience, they are wholly unsupportable.

Politely Correct = PC Hear, hear! Though, they are important most in their extension, not in the judging of due receipt. There is freedom in this notion.

The blame lies in ignorant hypothetical assumptions of Right and Wrong.

It was the lyrics from that song that taught me the word "pulchritude". We learn when we can.

Probably tucked it into his sock after the helmet became purple by undesirable means... amazing the shrinkage factor didn't manifest.

Bought a couple Michael Franks albums back in the 70's. The best studio musicians of the day (Larry Carlton, Joe Sample, et al) and good music, sometimes, for getting people into the mood for Surprised the old schmaltzy fuck climbed Everest.

Managed to come away from three separate music events (two nights at a rowdy bar, third night at a barbarously-bawdy beer-soaked barbeque) without me or my gear damaged seriously by Philistines, gravity, or horses.