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Could you have your family stage an intervention for me, too?

Wear white pants & we'll bend you over for the show

No justice, no peach

"He could not do that. The people only gave him power that he might rid them of the Bourbons and because they saw that he was a great man. The Revolution was a grand thing!" continued Monsieur Pierre, betraying by this desperate and provocative proposition his extreme youth and his wish to express all that was in his mind. "What? Revolution and regicide a grand thing?... Well, after that... But won't you come to this other table?" repeated Anna Pavlovna. "Rousseau's Contrat social," said the vicomte with a tolerant smile. "I am not speaking of regicide, I am speaking about ideas." "Yes: ideas of robbery, murder, and regicide," again interjected an ironical voice. "Those were extremes, no doubt, but they are not what is most important. What is important are the rights of man, emancipation from prejudices, and equality of citizenship, and all these ideas Napoleon has retained in full force." "Liberty and equality," said the vicomte contemptuously, as if at last deciding seriously to prove to this youth how foolish his words were, "high-sounding words which have long been discredited. Who does not love liberty and equality? Even our Saviour preached liberty and equality. Have people since the Revolution become happier? On the contrary. We wanted liberty, but Buonaparte has destroyed it." Prince Andrew kept looking with an amused smile from Pierre to the vicomte and from the vicomte to their hostess. In the first moment of Pierre's outburst Anna Pavlovna, despite her social experience, was horror-struck. But when she saw that Pierre's sacrilegious words had not exasperated the vicomte, and had convinced herself that it was impossible to stop him, she rallied her forces and joined the vicomte in a vigorous attack on the orator. "But, my dear Monsieur Pierre," said she, "how do you explain the fact of a great man executing a duc--or even an ordinary man who--is innocent and untried?" "I should like," said the vicomte, "to ask how monsieur explains the 18th Brumaire; was not that an imposture? It was a swindle, and not at all like the conduct of a great man!" "And the prisoners he killed in Africa? That was horrible!" said the little princess, shrugging her shoulders. "He's a low fellow, say what you will," remarked Prince Hippolyte. Pierre, not knowing whom to answer, looked at them all and smiled. His smile was unlike the half-smile of other people. When he smiled, his grave, even rather gloomy, look was instantaneously replaced by another--a childlike, kindly, even rather silly look, which seemed to ask forgiveness. The vicomte who was meeting him for the first time saw clearly that this young Jacobin was not so terrible as his words suggested. All were silent. "How do you expect him to answer you all at once?" said Prince Andrew. "Besides, in the actions of a statesman one has to distinguish between his acts as a private person, as a general, and as an emperor. So it seems to me." "Yes, yes, of course!" Pierre chimed in, pleased at the arrival of this reinforcement. "One must admit," continued Prince Andrew, "that Napoleon as a man was great on the bridge of Arcola, and in the hospital at Jaffa where he gave his hand to the plague-stricken; but... but there are other acts which it is difficult to justify." Prince Andrew, who had evidently wished to tone down the awkwardness of Pierre's remarks, rose and made a sign to his wife that it was time to go. Suddenly Prince Hippolyte started up making signs to everyone to attend, and asking them all to be seated began: "I was told a charming Moscow story today and must treat you to it. Excuse me, Vicomte--I must tell it in Russian or the point will be lost...." And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia. Everyone waited, so emphatically and eagerly did he demand their attention to his story. "There is in Moscow a lady, une dame, and she is very stingy. She must have two footmen behind her carriage, and very big ones. That was her taste. And she had a lady's maid, also big. She said..." Here Prince Hippolyte paused, evidently collecting his ideas with difficulty. "She said... Oh yes! She said, 'Girl,' to the maid, 'put on a livery, get up behind the carriage, and come with me while I make some calls.'" Here Prince Hippolyte spluttered and burst out laughing long before his audience, which produced an effect unfavorable to the narrator. Several persons, among them the elderly lady and Anna Pavlovna, did however smile. "She went. Suddenly there was a great wind. The girl lost her hat and her long hair came down...." Here he could contain himself no longer and went on, between gasps of laughter: "And the whole world knew...." And so the anecdote ended. Though it was unintelligible why he had told it, or why it had to be told in Russian, still Anna Pavlovna and the others appreciated Prince Hippolyte's social tact in so agreeably ending Pierre's unpleasant and unamiable outburst. After the anecdote the conversation broke up into insignificant small talk about the last and next balls, about theatricals, and who would meet whom, and when and where.

Sitting there where you buried your pets Get up! We’ll dig graves for your invisible friends Now I can’t stand to hear another thing explained Your trip to Spain Your childhood pain So won’t you quit talking down to your girlfriend Oh, I see, you’re not fighting, you’re flirting Well I hope it’s exciting These kids are my age it’s strange to say Look up! Every star is singing in space But I am motionless on this tiny strip My conscience is clean I can see everything Well, the girls meet to dish the dirt but it’s them! I heard their conversation it made me laugh They talk about the magic man Like they ever had him Jet City won’t let you go without a fight You see the pod people on prom night At Hater High Don’t stay up late to cry You’ve got a big trip to plan Say goodbye to your old friends Say goodbye, goodbye Jet City She showed up for our date five years late She said you’re so sexy and so great Aren’t you gonna show me where you sing your downtown song? I said, “Downtown’s gone! Downtown’s gone!” Now my only ties to that old scene Are the same mean people in pre-owned jeans I used to love them all But they burned me up, Goodbye.

the day i'll let a 2-bit hangdog like you call me a low-grade spray supporter without raising a stink hasn't yet arrived. you can just be sure of that, whether you morons can empathize or not.

I expect low-grade poo from this thread.

I give this thread 4 poos.

Yeah, but this one comes with sheep.

depends on the day. It's a sliding scale.

I rate this thread 2 poos.

Thank you. Don't think that I'm not grateful, suckers.

Go look in the 'Alpine Lakes' section for NR Stuart trip reports. Lots of information if you read the TR's.

No- that's just your keyboard and monitor.

will I get to meet my intelligent designer if I pay extra?

Verse 1: I don't want a sirloin steak, you can take pie and cake, They give me a tummyache. I like Stinky Cheese! Liederkranz or Camembert, soft gruyere, roquefort rare, Gee it smells, but I don't care. I like Stinky Cheese! Just remember this, please, a piece of swiss cheese is heavenly. Strong cheese fairly fells me, my family tells me, That half the city smells me! All the folks are horrified, run outside, try to hide. I'm alone but satisfied. I like Stinky Cheese! Verse 2: I don't go for fancy eats, juicy meats, lots of sweets, When I eat it, it repeats, I like Stinky Cheese! You can keep your roasted lambs, country hams, homemade jams, I don't go for candied yams. I like Stinky Cheese! Take a great big bowl of some gorgonzola that's ripe and rare. Rub it on a grater, a moment later, they'll send the fumigator! Cheese for baking, cheese to stew, cheese to brew, cheese ragout, All I know is next to you. I like Stinky Cheese!

Are you going to show us your nippled ass again?

I made these jokes yesterday, if not the day before. This site should come with an expiration date. Can I get a refund?

Hey- let's keep the fluff out of this thread!

"Not in the least," replied the vicomte. "After the murder of the duc even the most partial ceased to regard him as a hero. If to some people," he went on, turning to Anna Pavlovna, "he ever was a hero, after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one hero less on earth." Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she was unable to stop him. "The execution of the Duc d'Enghien," declared Monsieur Pierre, "was a political necessity, and it seems to me that Napoleon showed greatness of soul by not fearing to take on himself the whole responsibility of that deed." "Dieu! Mon Dieu!" muttered Anna Pavlovna in a terrified whisper. "What, Monsieur Pierre... Do you consider that assassination shows greatness of soul?" said the little princess, smiling and drawing her work nearer to her. "Oh! Oh!" exclaimed several voices. "Capital!" said Prince Hippolyte in English, and began slapping his knee with the palm of his hand. The vicomte merely shrugged his shoulders. Pierre looked solemnly at his audience over his spectacles and continued. "I say so," he continued desperately, "because the Bourbons fled from the Revolution leaving the people to anarchy, and Napoleon alone understood the Revolution and quelled it, and so for the general good, he could not stop short for the sake of one man's life." "Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna. But Pierre continued his speech without heeding her. "No," cried he, becoming more and more eager, "Napoleon is great because he rose superior to the Revolution, suppressed its abuses, preserved all that was good in it--equality of citizenship and freedom of speech and of the press--and only for that reason did he obtain power." "Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him a great man," remarked the vicomte.

Nice TR! Do you have any photos?