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"So, you are stuck in the fence." "Can't get out?" "Absolutely." "FIRST!"

"...and my HMO covered the CAT scan."

You guys need a Safe Word

Today, two people were arrested. news The first one, drives into a gas station with a large tank in the back of his truck. He gives the clerk his drivers license as ID and will pay for the gas by check in a moment. He gets 90 gallons of gas ($366) and drives off... last April. news The second guy they caught today, almost immediately. He stole a Krispy-Kreme donut truck. He was stopped on Fowler Ave by the Tampa police. The Tampa PD are famous for not patrolling. Merely sitting in the median of three favorite roads and clocking speeders, Fowler is one of them. What if he hadn't been drunk and drove over to them? Would they have had to move and search for the donuts? On the horns of a dilemma for sure... Last month, a drunk drove his car into a police station. That's a time saver.

Long ago, our economy was driven by the creation of goods. Manufacturing of a product and selling it. Then, we switched to a market economy. As long as people buy things, then that money will be spent by others, and so on... Basically, the turnover of the dollar. At the bottom level, the lower and middle classes need to have jobs to have something to spend. It used to come from manufacturing jobs. People could make long-term financial plans (like house purchases) based on job security. Industries that have left the US - electronics, steel, textiles... So, there is no one at the bottom with money to buy. The market dies. Govt could be supporting industry, instead of supporting the prices of the stocks. The govt is artificially supporting the value of the stocks by these stopgap measures, but that eventually ends. Our local set of idiots spent $300 million on a football stadium. Spending $300 M on a large industrial park would have provided hundreds of jobs for the middle class, not just 22 millionaires. What are we manufacturing now?

Public Notice - Hillary isn't running anymore (perhaps).

When I was a kid, there was a guy named Balsinger. He had a bull that we nicknamed Ballslinger. Several hundred pounds of angry beef. Older bulls usually have a pair that touches the ground. Ballslinger would kick his, or step on them occasionally. He really wanted to stomp us in the dirt at any opportunity, but he learned not to approach us because of a few well-placed BBs.

Jimmy Page? No, I don't believe it. After all he is still (officially) alive, if he really was a co-conspirator his death would have been faked, along with all the others. Unless you believe that because Page is British the FBI wouldn't've bothered to include him in the (sshhhhh) cover-up? If someone was standing on the aft stairs... that would be their final words to a flight attendant.

REPLY> Cooper never requested Reno. FBI website You can't cover up the "Elvis Factor". It's even on the FBI website.

In 1971, Elvis had made appearances in Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe. He frequented the Reno area. His last tour in 1971 started November 5th and ended abruptly on November 16, mere days before the hijacking. If a person needed to "lie low" in a requested destination like Reno for a few days...

"Jennnny, I got yo numbah..."

Duane was part of the "JFK deal". JFK was seeing Marilyn Monroe. Joe DiMaggio, a professional baseball player, was married to Marilyn. An enraged, jealous husband... A pitchers mound is sometimes referred to as "a grassy knoll". How many hints do people need? The truth has been yelling at us. However, it was a time of "healing". The Bay of Pigs fiasco. The beginnings of the VN war. Joe DiMaggio was an American icon and the country needed its heroes. The coverup was for the good of the country. I'll bet that there are strong links between Duane and baseball that are being suppressed. Did he watch baseball? Are there photos of him playing baseball? Did the FBI ever possess pictures of Duane wearing a baseball hat? Did he sometimes run or walk during the daytime? Yes, Duane may have provided the rifle used by Joe on the grassy knoll. There... I said it.

No, I have junk, I just checked, again. Whatever. These words have the same doubtful veracity as those of all anonymous trolls. I wrote about Clinton's BJ and subsequesnt lie, what did I ommit or misstate? He was impeached for lying to congress and obstruction of justice, as I wrote, BJ and subsequent lie. You said "and". He was indicted for lying. For some reason, women have to throw in some discussion of the BJ, as if to redirect the discussion to an unimportant tangent. He lied under oath. Then, he recanted the lie at a later date. That is perjury. He was videotaped lying under oath. I don't know what further burden of proof that there could be. Convicted? He WAS disbarred by the Arkansas Supreme Court because of the perjury for 5 years citing the perjury. I started a thread about whether anyone actually believed that either of the Clintons were honest. I wanted to hear a Clinton supporter, even one, say they believed it. None. Of course, there was the usual, "it's about the bj" misdirection to avoid that topic.

Actually, I don't think it is a guy. Women seem to be the only apologists who constantly defend Clinton in unrelated arguments. It is like they are driven to resolve some issue. "Hurricane Ike is punishing Texas... like Clinton was unfairly punished..." It's one of those pointless and misleading timewasters that cause people to constantly restate the obvious facts. Perhaps she is a vet. There are people who are unsuccessful and bitter every venue.

Speaking the truth will just make you appear cynical.

And if it wasn't for Snoopy, the Red Baron would be still be flyin' and not makin' frozen pizza~! By following Snoopy's example, I was able to save untold tens of dollars on dance lessons.

Like this one, probably a weather day at the dz. clicky (edited to add - the clicky is SFW, but there are nekkie pics all over the page around it) (I just know that someone has tried this.) Another great dog moment. Consider this... fewer and fewer dogs are learning to drive today. You just knew that Lassie could drive. Farm life. Out there at 6am on the tractor. I was thinking about this today at work. I was bored and thinking how Timmy used to get out of class. Lassie would come to the window and bark. "What is it Lassie?" "Arf" "The ranger?" "Arf" "He fell?" "Miss Jones, Lassie wants me to skip school and go with her, is that ok?" "Sure, Timmy." That is how a heroic, follicularly-enhanced, transvestite canine handles things. Saving the ranger from a particularly nasty fall in the ravine. Cats never do squat. No front-page cat-hero stories. So, the crux of the problem. I work on the 10th floor. How will Lassie alert me? That window is wayyy up there. I am thinking of a Medic-Alert Collar to beep me. She could stand on top of the adjoining car park on the 3rd floor and press her collar while gesturing wildly. I will race out the door and join my dog in the pages of history. (I may skip the nominal requirement of superhero attire - tights and underwear on the outside. Just some New Balance shoes and jogging shorts with extra ball room.) I don't see how society can fend for itself with some help. Plus, tomorrow I'm supposed to write some documentation...

If you're going to get busted for a bad check... go big. Plus, you'd probably only get 30 days. You'd be the king in County Jail with that story. On top of that, a couple of nights on Leno or Conan when you got out. "Yeah... I've had better, but for $1M... what can ya get these days?"

If you are carrying on your rig, and you have a hook knife on it, take it off and toss it in your luggage.

A couple of jobs ago, I was talking at lunch about going rollerblading. A coworker chimes in with how he is a skydiver and how that is the most extreme sport. I didn't really understand how that related because we were just talking about exercise. Apparently, he really needed to tell us about it. Anyway, it turns out that he did one tandem and wore his skydiving-logo golf shirt on Casual Friday... every Friday for the 2 years that I worked there. I really didn't want to discuss it with the guy, so I let it go. Plus, it meant that much to him, why not let him have his 4 minutes of glory?

Wouldn't that be fear of AtmosFEAR? Bwaaaaahaaa I could have sat here all day and not thought of that. Too funny.

Stop in at the 2001 bar. $25 a dance. For $100, a great laptop.

My best and worst decisions were made by my penis. (That may be my new signature line because it is so profound and contains the word penis.) We laugh at Whuffos all the time. That is barophobia: Fear of gravity Of course, geliophobia. Geliophobia is fear of laughter. I like to tell jokes to street mimes and those super-serious models. If you get them to laugh, it f-s up their day.

I use every piece of gear that I can. The no-pull/low-pull category used to be a lot larger. I check the cloud base on the way up. In freefall, I look across the formation behind the others. When I see clouds, or the trees are a certain size, it's time. Second, I have an alti. I use it. On big-ways, where the breakoff happens in waves, it is for the safety of others also. Plan the dive, dive the plan.

This type of thing has a couple of flavors. Basically, it is about becoming too focused on landing in a specified spot because of an external reason. People get too interested in their landing area, regardless of whether it makes sense. Someone once asked me why I landed across the taxiway in an empty 5-acre field, instead of the main landing area with the other 40 jumpers. With a little thought, it answers its own question. At WFFC, people would try to squeeze into the main landing area when there were many, many alternatives. The problem is the same. For a while, try to land in an area that allows you some extra caution, in the event of unforeseen circumstances. Trying to land in a crowded area, just to impress friends, may push your limits. It's a very unforgiving sport. Let your friends know that you cannot guarantee that you will land near them. Explain why. They will understand. A friend once told me, "It's better to walk a long way than to get carried a short way."