I got that article from rense.com, years ago...even if Carlin didn't say it, I still think it's hysterical. Where have you been, MDV? Barry has been M.I.A. for the last couple of days as well. We're you two on a lovers getaway?
It is hysterical, and I like it too..just thot it should have a proper attribute..if one indeed exists. Naw, I WISH it was a 'lovers getaway', even if only with rosie palm.. but it was a detour to hell..went to visit my punk kid brother and his pregnant gf, and had the FUCKING BRILLIANT idea of taking an over 800 mile trip in ONE car, my folks, my kids, and me, to save the gas.. so in other words, i was stuck, even tho I was more than ready to leave after day two. So I just bit my tongue until I was ready to self cannibalize myself until the ordeal was over. and how was your week? :roll: 8)
God, that sounds awful! *shudders*- glad to see you made it out alive...my week has been extremely insignificant, alas. The only adult interaction I get these days is hurling insults to the depraved here at Fugly(I love my daughter but 5 year old's aren't a wealth of stimulating conversation) ...
Uncanny that. My mother was French, and I too was raised in a french speaking household. Difference being I was raised in Liverpool, kids are evil little bastards when you're growing especially if you're dark skinned and 'speak funny'... Toughened me up though I suppose. *admires his stab wound* DD was da man though, Frank Bough anyone?
Back off Sammy Dubyas' mine! Is Frank dead? He must be, the sports comentators just remind me of a sat morning. We would get kicked out of the house while mum cleaned and dad sat in front of the box! I looked up the David Ike site a while ago and he is still nuts!
dang, why is it the formerly picked on and persecuted seem to attract to this forum like flies to shit? Me, I moved around a lot, and was a total bookworm (and until I learned better, a teachers pet!) spend the ages between 7 and 11 shuffled between mom and dad and a few foster homes, until my mom met my stepdad (who I call dad) and settled down. Unfortunately for me, her idea of 'settling down' meant getting religion too, so my former pot smoking nudist camp hangin out folks started goin to a church, and (gasp!) even officially tied the knot. After all that freedom, some of which I actually didn't much care for, having to become respectable was more difficult for me than it was for poor ole Huck Finn, with whom I empathized mightily! Oh well, it coulda been worse..coulda been pentecostal, but it was a mild Lutheran church, so at least I could still wear pants, and didn't have to faint from the holy ghost or handle any snakes! 8) And can we fight over Dubya? Mud wrestling or jello, take yer pick..unless ya want it to be a pillow fight! I'm a pacifist at heart, so it's gotta be fun or a life threatening thing for me to fight..I like to give out the bandaids not cause them to be needed..even will kiss the booboos of the cute guys.
hmm..mud wrestling, jello wrestling, pillowfights.. how about a wet tshirt contest to see who gets him? :lol:
wow..you would prolly have really fat babies if ya ended up breast feedin.. although i don't know..they say size don't matter where milk production is concerned.. I remember when I breast fed..I actually had cleavage for a while! lol. :lol:
surely you mean the byron close block on sydenham road... i lived in catford too... much better than canada.. much much
