Rebecca

Yeah, but the Beethovens weren't poor. We're not talking about preventing the birth of the next artistic genius, we're talking about parents being responsible enough not to breed beyond their existing economic limitations. If you can afford it, have yourself a passle. If not, just have one or two children. I hear it's actually becoming a status symbol to be able to afford four or more kids and still send them all to exclusive private schools and expensive colleges. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Interesting... I agree with you....how to word this... Pajarito is correct that reproduction is a fundamental human right, one which each individual should have complete control over. However, a welfare system that at worst incentivizes already impoverished people to keep churning out babies, making them our responsibility, and at best does nothing to encourage birth control seems pretty flawed to me. Here's my question: Is welfare a right? Should it be a no-strings attached monthly check, increasing every time another mouth comes to the table? Why couldn't it come with free - not mandatory - birth control? Would it even be possible to somehow reward welfare recipients to NOT have more children? (I'm not talking about stopping reproduction, but making it more beneficial to stop at, say one or two kids as opposed to twelve.) This isn't about a naziesque "final solution" - no sterilization, no discrimination - it's about personal responsibility. Have a kid or two, work hard to support them, we'll help you out. Have twelve kids, do nothing to shut your legs or wrap your wrascal, and expect me to pay? Um, no. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

It was 59 deg. F in the bedroom this morning. I woke up wrapped around my bf like a baby monkey, which I never do (TOO warm, morning breath...) The cat curled up on his chest too. I had crawl to the footboard under the covers to get my robe, so I could put it on under the covers and warm it up before I got out. I can't believe what a baby I've become about the cold. Still, once up and showered and warm, it's so nice!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Cake or Death??? Um, cake please. Just as long as they're not weirdo transvestites, living in a cave, hoarding women's shoes. I prefer Action Transvestites (running, jumping, climbing trees) and Executive Transvestites. Oh, and I do think we should establish a Transvestite Army Airborne Brigade, who could parachute in behind enemy lines with big guns and fabulous makeup. They'll be caught so off guard that we'll take them without a shot being fired. "Hey, look at that." "Are they wearing makeup?" "They're wearing makeup! Ahahaha! Guys, look at that!" "Oh shit! They've got guns! Agh!" "Oh bugger." "We surrender. You really caught us off-guard with that makeup. Nicely done." you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh Conway, I'm so sorry. Prayers, vibes, and strong healing thoughts for you and your mom. Just hang in there and keep your spirits up for her- she's a tough cookie. {{{{HUGS}}}} you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Actually, one of my favorite comedians is a transvestite: Eddie Izzard. He so totally rocks! I read an interview of his, and he basically summed it up with: I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body. I fancy women, and I also fancy their clothes and makeup. It's when they look better than I that I get mad. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

True, but again, second oldest profession - politicians have always been for sale. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

It's the second oldest profession and it hasn't changed since it started. Not fundametally, anyway. I think we like to romanticize our forefathers a bit. The media and society itself were quite different - the voting public didn't know every teeny tiny little detail about their lives and what would've caused an uproar today didn't faze people then (for example, owning, sleeping with and impregnating slaves) Not to say they didn't do a bang-up job of founding this great nation of ours, just saying it wasn't all civil discussion, nobel compromise, and morally impervious men. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Hey, if you are what you eat, some of that lion's ancestors could very well have been Christian! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Whew! Well, thank God that's over. Anyone have a link for all the popular votes (not just the votes to the Dems and Reps)? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Well that's certainly fair and sportsmanly of you! I've always liked Georgia - nice team, strong but polite rivalry, amicable neighbors... not like Alabama or Florida. I will however, be wearing my "Kick Mutt!" game day t-shirt! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Wow! Beautiful scenery!! I went paragliding in '97 in Interlaken, Switzerland - it was breathtaking. You could practically see to the bottoms of these crystal-clear lakes, and the mountains were awesome. I'd love to do it again someday... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

YEAH!! BRING IT SUCKAS!! I'm so happy! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yep, forgot my alarm, but remembered the clock in the bathroom, so when I stumbled in to tinkle, I got a nice surprise - one more hour to sleep (or whatever) ! Yay! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Tattoo it! Pain is good - poor little girl. 'Course she could be a tough little scrapper if she wanted since no one could really stand up to her. She's going to have a heck of a time going through life... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I seem to recall a joke e-mail about all the bizarre/old-fashioned laws, amendments, etc. still on record in various states. Most if not all were completely irrelevant and legally non-applicable. They were just forgotten and left there. Perhaps this amendment was recently brought to light, and now they're trying to officially rectify and update the amendment to reflect our present society. I have a bit of a soft spot for AL, having gone to Auburn (War Eagle!), and I get a bit prickly when folks get stereotypical about it. Not that there aren't examples of bassackwards, ignorant yokels to uphold the stereotype, like this Christian Coalition bigot, but that's nowhere near representative of the entire state. It's like when a tornado blows through town, who does the national network reporter interview? The well-spoken doctor up the hill, or the guy with one tooth who just lost his trailer? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Happy B-day, dude!!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Ha ha! Yay! I knew it was obvious, but I couldn't help myself... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Aw man! I thought at least AggieDave would've caught that reference! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Very cool story!

Oooh....chocolate martini's....nummy!!! Oh, and you're ass is cute Rebecca. Tee hee! I love it when chicks say stuff like that! As I recall Cora, your ass is damn cute! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Sure thing, if that's to your taste. Hell, drink Rooty-toot-fresh-n-fruity "martinis", if that's what you like. Just don't make the mistake of thinking you're drinking a classic! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Rock on, girl! There's NO WAY you'll embarass anyone as long as you are yourself.

See, but that's just boozin', which is fine, but for decorum and class while saucing it up, you must use the glass and olives. That or a nice G&T with lime are the only civilized ways to do it . I know gin. See my sigline? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Rope. You need rope. Charlie Bronson's got rope and he always ends up using it. Purposes multiple. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?