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Are you sure you are an American? Sex is bad, dontchaknow? I hope she doesn't meet too many deranged dyslexics.
chiefwagonburner Jeffron, I would like to hire you to organize all of my future travel arrangements. If you can beat priceline, that's a resume enough. I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. That's fantastic that the church is handling the funeral. Funeral homes are f-ed up. Chief...who says a blow-job is corrupt? In fact, I'd venture to say that any news coming from a woman named Melissa Kill is corrupt.  Melissa Kill. Surname or imperative? You be the judge...Next, on NewsCenter 10.
jimmy Sorry to hear Jeffron. Walmart is corrupting our nations youth.
chiefwagonburner I leave for a week and all of a sudden its a gory photo blog. Has anyone ever been to the Mutter Museum of Human Oddities in Philly? My old roommate had a calendar from there; the pics remind me of that, people who swallowed improbable things and their x-rays. I wonder if anyone has swallowed their own x-rays, and taken an x-ray of it? I'm at the library, where I've just booked the cheapest possible ticket from Pittsburgh, PA to Bangor, Maine, which takes me to Detroit, MI, Madison, WI, Chicago, IL, New York, NY, and Boston, MA, before actually getting to my destination. How this is cheaper for the airlines I can't fathom. They must have some pretty fancy number-crunchers figuring out their profit margins. Or not, as the current state of the airline industry would indicate. But really, I should have been a travel agent. I even beat Priceline. My grandma died, so I'm off to the funeral. She was 93, and died at home like she wanted to, which takes some doing these days. I'm glad she pulled it off. I'm equally glad there won't be a funeral home to deal with, as it's going to be a church service only. So it goes. I think there might be a thread in recent posts, really, between Wal-mart and hate crimes. I mean something itches my brain, about how people connect, and group themselves, and define themselves, and thus define their motives, and crimes. But I'm not sure how to articulate that. My girlfriend dumped me Wednesday, citing her desire for someone who is stable, capable of a 50-year commitment, and desirous of at least a 4-child family. I think 'stable' is code for 'money', the 50-year commitment, well, I mean really, what guy doesn't have planned what he'll be doing at 79? I probably bomb on the 4-kids thing too, I mean, no way am I that virile. I'm a loser. Alas, alack. At least I'll be a loser with a new suit. Off to Suitland. more later....
jeffron x  Funny, if the gun were actually in this person's gullet, it wouldn't really be the worst of their problems. This person is stuffed with packets of drugs. That part I didn't touch up. In fact, I didn't even notice them until I had already spent half an hour touching up and positioning the gun.
jimmy as I recall, you often laugh at things that no one else laughs at. Or at things that are only happening in your head. So it's not surprising that you're alone on that one... hee hee....
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians  Inspired by a conversation with the chief about his Burning Man project and consumerism, the loss of our internet connection at work, and that old Cloaca thing Anna posted in the Chair.
jimmy Hehe, speck...I think what I found most disturbing about that laugh is that no one else was laughing, and I don't remember what I was laughing about, so it had this kind of ominous sound to it...usually, if there is something to laugh at, other people might have joined in. The mystery remains. What was so damned funny?
jimmy Wow, Anna, that was fast. It does seem a little far fetched. I'll be sure to read arguments from both sides. Thanks! Good luck with school. Hive Update: Something very nice for musicians. Enter the hive and sort by date to find it. It's cool.
jimmy The "Eat Right for Your Type" has been debunked by John Robbins. I'm not saying I know for sure whether he is right or not, but it might be helpful to read a variety of opinions. School has begun. I may be sunk.
Anna Thanks, speck! My friend is reading "Eat Right for Your Type". It's about eating according to your blood type. It seems pretty neat if true.
jimmy your haggish laugh is funny. it's not really haggish. Not unless hags are much sillier than one normally imagines them to be. Oh, and I like the song, too!
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians My friends and I, all of whom are now part of the growing 'coincidence engine' project, just did this song in a spontaneous jam session. It was fun. It's about 6 mb. Mike played bass guitar, Eric was on drums, and I played guitar. The person with the haggish laugh is me. Actually, I didn't know I laughed like that when I was shit licking drunk until about five minutes ago when I played the recording back. Sad, sad.
jimmy 
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