This ain't the IRS.
You can carry your children up if you wish, however.
If you carry a child, you can count the weight as body fat on the BMI scale.
Think long and hard about using this tactic, because if you lose, the child is first on the barbie.
My daughter has offered to draw a picture of a butt for the winner.
Labor day weekend, for me, is a sort of yearly nightmare. I plan on crawling into a bottle of Basil Haydens, grilling up some portobello mushrooms, and staying away from the sheeple.
The worst thing my boss ever said to me: "Well, I don't think you're ready [to be promoted to management], but I need somebody, so I guess you'll have to do."
Wanker.
You know, part of me feels really bad for the guy. Imagine fucking up like this, having it in all the papers...he's got a wife and shit, right? His career is over.
I mean, it's funny, but it's sad you know?
My post was not mocking religion and its practitioners, at all. You must have misunderstood me. Which is not surprising, since you seem to have a hard time understanding much of anything.
Damn! Thats a castle. I live very comfortably (with a child) in a house half that size.
No shit, I live very comfortably in a house less than half that size, with 2 kids.