Dechristo

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!~1

T o better tell friend from foe, I suggest they wear color-coded scarves.

must protect sacred lo-cal soy latte no foam. ugh. ugh. I'll go with the soy latte, as well. Their...(uh)..."ceremonial milk" poured with the consistency of egg whites.

You don't seem to have a good grasp of things. You might seek a chiropractor/message therapist to treat that right hand. Don't be coy. It's reported, among your friends, it's not something you "suspect", but encourage.

He's channeling him. Sadly, his consciousness is hung-up in his lower channel.

DOUCHEBAG~!~

shameless self-promotion abuse: of position and by exposition ...and with your sister shielding your hands from her boob with her own... ZZZSHEEESH!!!

No, she's just accustomed to being allowed to swing at as many (guys') balls as she wants.

Me neither. So why shouldn't gays marry? Got no problem with it. You two should quit mething around, get a room, and bemoan your exhaust system repairs.

I've got one exactly the same. My Grandad bought it in 1921.

Although rarely held, the purest form of Christianity does not involve the belief in supernatural beings.

Telluride for skiing and Ouray for ice only 2-3 hours away from Moab.

Here, you performed your first decent in Mexico.

retarded bullshit = campaign promises

That's a little too close for my comfort, since I've seen them cover twice that distance in about 5 seconds. I was sitting comfortably in my car.

I'll bet piracy of these vessels is increasing, too.

I've had my fill of EMT and fireman training & duties. I'll take a helping of SWAT and professional demolition.

Yeah, similarly, I'm thinking of increasing involvement in the activity.

Had a huge mother-moose-fucker come down out of the trees onto the roadway in front of me in Yellowstone in '76. I stopped, he stopped (in the middle of the road), he turned his head and stared at the headlights for a moment, turned away, then back to staring at my truck. He dwarfed my '66 Dodge pick-up. In my truck, I was scared. A year later, in the north end of the Wind Rivers, I had hiked 'til past dusk from above treeline into the upper Green River where the brush was thick. Knackered and ready to fall asleep, I hiked for awhile longer on a game trail looking for a fairly flat, level bit of ground to flop on. Nothing. It was getting dark enough to have trouble seeing, so I simply spread out myself in the bag across the trail. I awoke, in the pre-dawn gray, to the sound of approaching slow footfalls and an occasional twig break. Positioning my eye at the opening of my mummy bag, I saw a cow moose only feet away almost upon me. What to do? If I started, the thing might stomp me until I was a pile of goose down and loose guts. I just laid there, it simply stepped over me. With one eye, I had the rare sight of a moose's under-side as it passed over. She kept walking up the trail.

Spotted a cougar mountainbiking on Tiger Mtn. a couple years ago. Watched a big male, from 50 ft away, last Sunday.

Liebfraumilch is fine.

Me two. Though, my precocious mind allows me to post with the ability of someone a decade older.

"touch the magic"

Your avatar pic thrashes near perfect to Coltrane's Giant Steps.

you've got it ass-backward.