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MERRRRRYYYYYY FUCKIN' CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! Now, where's the mistletoe and 'nog? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Sigh, LisaMarie, you can stop now. Our cover's blown, and he got us. Rasta, you're right. We are more superficial. I can't walk into a Hooter's or the Men's Club without ogling all the guys there, checking their packages, grabbing a sweet ass or two. It's gotten me in trouble a time or two - seems you sensitive meat - I mean men - object to being objectified. Who'da thunk it? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Pre 9/11, it's likely nobody would have had to die. Blues, Dave And you know this because... A.) You're an air marshall who was only trained to shoot to kill AFTER 9/11 B.) No one bombed or hijacked a plane pre-9/11, so there would not have been a quick and deadly response to this "joke" C.) You're pulling this out of your butt (not trying to offend, but that was a bogus statement) Pre 9/11 there were what, 35 air marshalls in the entire country? Blues, Dave So then, middle part of "B" - there would not have been a quick and deadly response due to the scarcity of air marshals? OK, I see your point, in that the air marshals wouldn't have even been present - I was taking it to mean they wouldn't have shot him dead... And dude who posted just above me - I know it wasn't a joke, hence the little ""'s around the word. I was implying that what Dave meant is that they wouldn't have taken it as seriously pre-9/11. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Pre 9/11, it's likely nobody would have had to die. Blues, Dave And you know this because... A.) You're an air marshall who was only trained to shoot to kill AFTER 9/11 B.) No one bombed or hijacked a plane pre-9/11, so there would not have been a quick and deadly response to this "joke" C.) You're pulling this out of your butt (not trying to offend, but that was a bogus statement) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

But this wasn't a case of "being on edge", it was a case of training in effect, that training being "shoot to kill" - NOT "shoot to maim", "shoot to make him dance", or "shoot the bag out of his hand" I don't care what the political climate is -if you have a bag that you SAY has a bomb, and I have a gun - well, I'm gonna take your word for it and defend myself... EDIT: I know you're not blaming the cop, just lamenting that a guy had to die. I was just pointing out that he was dead when he didn't drop the bag because the marshals were trained that way. It coud have gone down WAY differently if he had dropped the bag,... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

The Purple Cobras Hisssss!!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Seems pretty simple... Signs posted all over most airports: Any jokes or comments about the presence of firearms, explosives, etc, will be taken seriously and violators may be prosecuted, and so on It's been this way for years, even pre-9/11, but especially now... Darwinism is alive and well. Bet he didn't think they'd pop a cap in his stupid ass though... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Well, since people are going there.. People are not going there, just the ones gullible enough to get themselves banned for breaking an absolute rule, like you just did. Better delete that if you don't want the door to hit you on the ass... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yes, I have. It's what you get called when you chew men up and spit them out, hollow shells of their former selves, wondering what the hell just hit them. The really good maneaters do this sort of naturally. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I've had this in my head since I read the thread title. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

As long as I could pull it like one of those vacuum cords that retracts. Not sure we've developed that technology for tongues yet... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Blessed? Blech - how'd you like to schlep that thing around with you? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Best toy ever: the cardboard box. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Neeson likes to play warrior mentors. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Well then you get points for effort!!

She can. In fact, here in town at the IHOP there is one. Eilleen is a nice gal, too. Badum-bump-ching! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Nina, if yer gonna be stakin' claim to this here great state of ours honey, there's one thang you've got to learn: Y'all. It's how you know fer sure that you ain't in the North, and according to legend it means "You all", hence the apostrophe after the "Y" and before the "all." Just a li'l word of advice to a new neighbor. Have a nice day now, y'hear? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Of course!! But do you want "acting" as these bad actors call it, or do you want "faking it"? 'Cause "faking it" is a whole lot more convincing than "acting"... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Boy, you ain't right. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

That's why actors and pro athletes piss me off when they don't "show up". I can miss free-throws and pop-flys and wide-open passes for millions of dollars too, and you can be damned sure I won't complain about dressing professionally. I can also emote vaguely and deliver lines with the passion of driftwood for several million. And I won't even get upset at having my picture taken or if someone lets a red M&M in with my specifically requested bowl of green M&M's. Anyone hiring?

Nick Cage makes me want to throw a brick at the TV every time I hear his "Alabama" accent in Con Air. It's SO bad, SO really truly awful, a mongolian shepherd with zero working knowledge of the English language could convince me he's FROM Alabama next to Cage's interpretation... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I tried to watch War of the Worlds the other day. I couldn't do it. Not even for sweet little Dakota. Tom just irritated me too much. Here's one: James Franco. Every time I watch Spider-Man, I just want him to take a flying leap off the penthouse balcony. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'd want to forgive. I'd want it badly. But deep down, I'd want them dead and gone and unable to ever hurt anyone again. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

First night of Christmas vacation senior year of high school, my parents went to a military function (as they call them). Mom was absolutely unable to just say, "Have a good night!" and leave without giving me a chore to complete in her absence. "Cut up the red cabbage in the fridge," she says. OK. Head of cabbage, check. Big ass serrated knife, check. Cutting board, check. So I saw. And saw and saw and saw away at this impossibly dense purple ball. After a while I decide to switch to the bigger ass straight-edge knife and apply downward pressure. It starts to give, I'm almost through, using two hands... and I curl my left pinky under the tip of the blade RIGHT when it cuts through to the board. The only reason the whole tip didn't squirt into the sink was the curved up end of the blade. My brother ran in from playing in the snow, saw the blood and flesh and screamed Oh My God! as he ripped off his knit hat - which puffed his red-orange hair into a sphere around his head. I laughed so hard. The docs at the ER knew me from my volunteer shifts and tried to do a really neat job, which was nice until the shot wore off in the middle of it all... Not too bad, considering what a klutz I am. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Er, we lead the nation in producing renewable biofuels and we have plenty of nuclear plants per population density. We should do just fine on the energy side. Blutarsky 2008. No Prisoners! Considering all the things we depend on oil for - which is WAY more than just fuel for cars and power for AC - I don't think we'll be anywhere close to "just fine", but we'll be better off than many. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?