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"BLOW-OUT MY CANDLE!!!" Maybe his prison moniker is "Saddamy".

They'll torture him with cake.

<--- The most common "AV/Dummy" used. Of course, that's a left hand... maybe not as common.

A rich field of donors here.

One hump or two?

That would be tights-envy.

...that's what my kids discovered. Now, my poor wife has to tuck 'em in to the top of her panties. That might make climbing in a bikini top more challenging. Not at all... in fact, it's quite easy to climb in her bikini top - and use it for a hammock.

...that's what my kids discovered. Now, my poor wife has to tuck 'em in to the top of her panties.

January, Wind River Range, Titcomb Lakes Basin, twenty-five miles from the car. Temps hovering around zero Fahrenheit (daytime), winds 25 to 45 mph, zero visibility during gusts (which is most of the time), water bottle stashed inside all but first layer of clothes, skiing out after five days in backcountry for solo ascent of Gannett Peak. Nothing but white everywhere; the ground and air the same to sight, only gravity communicating to my feet the difference. In the blind ski out, I happened to ski directly over the outlet of the high alpine lake; through the thin crust of snow and ice I descend as the black liquid ice envelopes my skiis, feet, legs... My mind told me I must be hallucinating as liquid water seemed impossible in this arctic environment, let alone ice thin enough to collapse under skiis. Not knowing how deep the water (I'd be totally fucked if I went in up to my chest) I gambled and threw my torso backward in the chance the ice behind me was thick enough to hold the impact... it held. I rolled, pulling my soaked legs from the water. During the remaining twenty-three-plus-miles out, my frozen leather ski boots separated from their soles. Bivy a night. I duct taped the boots to the skiis, but the tape kept breaking during strenuous tele moves and subsequent head plants; I ran out of tape. Postholed/waded through the snow for the last five miles or so. I was so wasted when I got out to the small ski resort (where I'd parked six days earlier) that I splurged on a room at the resort. After gourging on some pie from the cafeteria, my next luxury was to be a long hot shower. Back in the room, I pulled off the battered boots, mangled socks, and stripped to long underwear. Walking across the tile floor of the bathroom to start the hot water in the shower I noticed a strange deadened "clicking" sound and stopped walking. I moved some more, the sound resumed: I discovered most of my toes were frozen solid. I took the shower, but I never enjoyed the luxury of the bed. I spent the LONG night on the carpeted floor in a delirious stupor of exhaustion, rocking in fetal position while grasping with my hands my toes; which, irregardless of reality, screamed at me of being squeezed in a red-hot vise. Days later, a doctor informed me he was scheduling me at a hospital to have six toes, including my two big toes, removed. I refused. But, that is the start of another sufferfest story involving scalpels without anesthesia.

The it becomes a new game...find the eye. ... squishing out from betwixt Uma Thurman's camel toe. Camel toes require no pedicure, only reflexology.

A chancre.

Clarence Thomas might go for this -- if the Coke had a pubic hair on it. I haven't experienced the exumation of Anita Hill before!

It depends on a person's particular point of view. In both cases, it could be considered heresy.

I never knew bacon could do all that.

Cool story. Sounds like bottle-nose dolphins and killer whales have similarity to different races than the barrier of different species.

By that twisted logic, Clinton must have been a great president too based on the amount of conservative hatred he's elicited. You missed the subtle deprecation of absolutism in ideology in that quote; unless, I've missed the same portion of humility in your statement... I've misconstrued before. Of course, I've had four pints of stout... maybe I'm reading more into it than is there.

You guys crack me up. Oh wait, you covetous analytes may take that the wrong way. Pernicious Peevish Pervs.

A pill to prepare a sexual organ for coitus with possibly serious side effects for the user. In the majority, used by those that are no longer interested in conception, but in the act alone. Because of the possibly serious side effects, I don't use this medication - I splint with a golf pencil (Tiger Woody brand); gives me twice the girth and length. There has been a pill available for decades that prepares, contraceptively, a female user for sexual intercourse; this pill, also, has possibly serious side effects. It is recommended to all that seek breast inhancement to research possible side effects of implanted foreign objects. Or do you infer domesticated women need protection by the intellectually superior? Must all government edicts be science-based solely in impetus?

New York City bartenders were asked if they could determine a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts. The results: Drink: Beer Personality: Causal, low-maintenance; down to earth. Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool. Drink: Blender Drinks Personality: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the ass. Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabana boy. Drink: Mixed Drinks Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance, has very picky taste; knows EXACTLY what she wants. Your Approach: You won't have to approach her. If she's interested, she'll send YOU a drink.................. Drink: Wine (excluding White Zinfandel) Personality: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles. Your Approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends. Drink: White Zinfandel Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually, she has NO clue. Your Approach: Make her feel smarter than she is...this should be an easy target. Drink: Shots Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get totally drunk... and naked. Your Approach : Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed. Nothing to do but wait, however, be careful not to make her mad! Drink: Tequila (AKA "Panty-Remover") No explanations required - everyone just KNOWS what happens there. THEN, there is the MALE addendum ---- The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut: Domestic Beer: He's poor and wants to get laid. Imported Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid. Wine: He is hoping that the wine will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid. Whiskey: He doesn't give a damn about anything but getting laid. Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress. White Zinfandel: He's gay

The it becomes a new game...find the eye. ... squishing out from betwixt Uma Thurman's toes.

Don't just throw a tantrum... do something about it. Get close to 'em and flash your lights several times; do it until you know they've seen you. Smooth sailing if they do the correct thing and get over as soon as possible. If they ignore you, or better yet flip you off, they've given you license to fuck with 'em. Get as freakin' close as you dare to their ass - I mean close enough for 'em to sense you're pushin' their cotton undies into their crack - they'll then get an inkling of the potential road-rage they're dealing with. If they think they're as obstinate as you, they'll try to hold out in blocking your way; don't despair, wait, poised like a dominant boar snaffle on the ass of the snafflette he's about to breed. Your nerve will win the contest... they'll move.

My fallible writing skills, your bias and lack of understanding has allowed you to make an erroneous inference of a conclusion I do not assert. Can you support this hypothesis taking into consideration the political leanings of educational institutions?

…leap of logic? If recognized that fundamental elements are biased, is it not basic that the sum of those elements is biased? There is no club, review board, institution, or country on this planet devoid of inherent bias. It cannot be rooted out as it is fundamental to the participants. What is biased? Individual bias exerts itself in recognition and determination of bias. Bias is. There is no activity of Man devoid of it, be it the decision where money goes or the execution of scientific study. Bias is not Bad or Good, it is. Accept it; the resultant humility weakens the power of bias in you and fuels understanding of our condition; you won't feel the need to beat up on yourself or others as often. It is an answer to the question “why can’t we all just get along”? I smile at our bias discussing bias. I hold Science’s quest for Truth to be of the greatest and most laudable of human endeavors; the question, “Why”, the most humbling. "Why" does not stop. "Why" is infinite. “Why” takes us to the deep of the Micro and the Macro and to the search for understanding that could result in a Unified Law of Physics. But, we live in a temporal environment. No one travels anywhere for long without their baggage of bias. The spreading of aged manure, however offensive, makes the field fertile.

There is no bias in the object of study. There is bias in the selection of the object to be studied, the manner in which the object will be studied, the interpretation of the result of the study, and the choice of application of the result of the study. This observable world is ruled by physical laws; one of the components of those laws is Time. A temporal effect is the mechanism of Cause and Effect. All sentient Beings within a temporal environment formulate, as they are able, categories of Good and Bad based on their experience of Cause and Effect. Each Being, due to their unique perception and inimitable history of experience , owns unique categorizations of Good and Bad differing slightly and greatly from others; relative to all others, each has their own view and perception. Bias, we all have it and operate within it. The object is not biased, the objectifier cannot escape bias.

That's how many of the "hunters" around here operate... at night. Of course, Bambi, Smokey the Bear and Elron the Elk don't shoot back. Guess they've got insomnia, too.