Rebecca

"You're SO wrong! How dare you say that some guy said that Muhammad taught us anything evil or inhumane!! I protest!" Yes. This gets the point across much better. WTFO? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'm never sure just what to do. They usually mystify me into submission. You just can't argue with one unless you are one. They are a source of great frustration to me, unfortunately. Fortunately, at times they are also a source of great entertainment. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Thanks Mom & Dad!! Here's to Celebratory Baby-Making!! Hip hip! Hooray!! Check out this guy: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13834042/ you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Nah, wait until your 30's to have your quarter/mid-life crisis. Have fun now!! Happy birthday dude!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Happy Birthday, beautiful girl! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Thank you so much you guys!!

Muah! Thanks! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Thank you darlin'!!! Kelly, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Thanks Stit! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

When I was a kid and we drove to San Antonio from St. Louis, we'd "yee haw!" really loud as we crossed the TX border. Why yes, I do come from a long line of dorks. Why? Thanks cocheese! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yeah baby!! High five for the coolest day to be born ever!! Oh, and Feliz Mexican Independence Day! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Seb, I've been giving this some thought, and I've got two options: 1.) Join the Chia Pet Grower's Club - they've got a growth-watching marathon this weekend which looks pretty hardcore. 2.) Start my own 3-Hole Punch Gang. I've been developing my relationship with my 3-hole punch after I saw how well you got along with yours. If you accept, I'd like to invite you to head the West Coast Chapter. I'd like to start a tradition too, like a coin check, only with 3-hole punched confetti... Unless something cooler comes along, but I doubt much could top that. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I know!! It's hysterical watching JT try to spell! I'm in absolute tears! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

The very last sentence in the article is the one I keyed in on. The whole time reading the baristas' comments, I thought, "Why does it make ANY difference to you, you disaffected liberal arts grad still working on your novel/manuscript? It's not like you'd be getting the difference. Psh!" UNLESS, of course you stopped bitching, told your customers the secret with a wink, and watched the tips roll in... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'm an inner-looper. I've chosen to live here because I HATE commuting, and because it puts me in the hub of activity instead of on a spoke. If you're a homebody and you want to buy and you'll be spending most of your free time at the DZ, buy in Pearland or near Waller. Outside the loop in the suburb communities, you'll find EVERYTHING you need in any one of 5,000 near identical shopping strips that spread for as far as the eye can see. If (as you've said) you're young, single, into nightlife and being social in the city during the week, I'd advise midtown, the Heights, the Galleria, or the med center... and most neighborhoods in between. Look into alternative living options as well - you don't just have to rent with some huge complex. There are lots of garage apartments in the Heights for example, where you might not even have to have a roommate. I rented a funky cute house for the last few years, and that totally rocked. Good luck with the move!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Not fast enough, apparently. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

African or European? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

OK, my version was mostly accurate... Here's the story from Monica herself: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/nation/4175059.html you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Ooh. Yeah. Clean-up on aisle 7 please. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Ugh. Preach it sister. Would be easier if the heart could just agree with the head. Love and Logic don't have to be incompatible, they just so often are... So the Blues cure the Blues, huh? What's their going rate? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

The stories that creep me out are the people that were or weren't there by a stroke of fate... Someone just told me about standing in an airport (Logan I think) with his buddies, being bumped off one of the flights, when a woman set up a royal twit fit about her seat and about getting home. A man stepped forward and said, "Ma'am, you can have my seat. I'm not in that big a hurry." You never know when a random kindness might save your life. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

A friend was in the 2nd Tower that particular day for Morgan Stanley training - the instructions went from "stay calm, stay at your desks..." to "Evacuate using the stair wells now!" She watched as some women kicked off their high heels to run, but in the midst of it all, she flashed back to the scene in Die Hard where Hans Gruber said, "Schiess den Fenster!... SHOOT THE GLASS!" and she wisely kept hers on... They emerged on the first floor and ran past the fireman directing them out. She just kept running and running. She finally ran right into several colleagues many blocks away before they straggled back to their hotel, where a triage center and coms had been established. It took her several days to get bussed home to TX. Her little boy is now over 1 year old.

I can't even remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but I remember the way the sun was slanting through the window blinds of my bedroom when my radio alarm woke me up five years ago... My heart goes out to all those who are grieving their losses today. Let's not take a single precious moment for granted. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh hell yeah!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

A guy I dated several years ago asked his sharp-dressing good friend to help him out in the wardrobe department. They went out to the outlets and the Sharp Dressed Man (SDM) hooked him up with the suave and silky ensembles. They were very particular about making sure there were no Guy Card violations - it was the manliest clothes shopping excursion ever. I was forced to conclude that they couldn't be THAT close as friends however, when SDM failed to point out the effect of the thick tuft of hair poking up out of the back of the collar!!! Ewwwww!! So in answer to the question: if regular clothing can't contain your body hair, wax that nasty shit. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Ooh! Amy gives good skyface!