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Indeed. Happy birthday Anita. I'm washing your present now

Yes indeed, but it takes years of quiet self hatred and repression before it all comes out in the form of vituperation at anyone foolish enough not to meet our high personal standards. Which is just about everyone. It's easy to insult someone. The trick is to do it in such a way that they realise that they have been insulted, but lack the intellectual capacity to fully understand the enormity of it. In the US, I usually just distract the locals afterwards by waving something shiny like my car keys, being careful not to let them put them in their mouths. Or dropping a ham. Americans like ham.

[replyBeing an attractive girl , our instruction is often times half-assed. A guy is gonna get better more thorough intruction b/c he is a guy, an attractive girl, maybe not always the case, but flirting often takes the place of a thorough education. I know of SEVERAL girls who have expierenced this, and mine was doubly bad b/c I am attractive and I b/c I was a jumpers wife.... If you're that self absorbed that you can post this without any hint of irony, it's really no surprise that you haven't learned enough to keep yourself out of trouble. It's probably a good idea to take a break. The ground doesn't care how pretty you think you are. The only thing the ground will do is ensure that you become ugly when you fuck up.

I thought I didn't have it any more, and I found it while looking for something else. Can we all guess who this is ? No, it's not me. I'm going to catch some shit for this, I can just tell.

Come up to Byron. What else is there to do ?

I've seen so much of this that I'm pretty jaded by now. However, if she's a bright girl, she'll look at those toes, and think about what could have been. It's hard to say it, but sometimes pain is the greatest coach of all. You can't bullshit pain. it doesn't care how good you think you are, and it doesn't care how cool you look. I'm glad she's going to be OK. Hopefully, she'll use this as a lesson to re-evaluate her choices.

If your intention was to look like an overstuffed thrift store sofa, then mission accomplished.

Herman Goering, at the Nuremburg Trials: "Why, of course people don't want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally the common people don't want war: neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." Sound Familar ?

Nice picture. You seem to have a nasty hairy growth on your back though. I suggest ointment.

[reply Not all Muslim extremists are terrorists. I actually happen to agree with you and Speed Racer on this one. I just fail to see why the OP thinks it's a Conservative issue to support the troops. Because it was nice to see a self described conservative stand up and admit that it's difficult to separate the men from the mission essentially, and break lockstep. If the article had been written by a ilberal, I would imagine that it wouldn't have been news to a lot of you, as the received wisdom seems to be that questioning support for the Iraqi invasion is essentially a liberal issue.

Someone who agrees with his opinion on that topic.

Nice to see some of them can still think on their own. http://cunningrealist.blogspot.com/2005/05/death-of-mantra.html

That's because in addition to being a hambeast, you also smell funny.

Probably a good thing, as you confuse association with the condition to having it. Us who do have it do know far more about it than the Mayo clinic, doctors etc. We've spent years learining mechanisms to cope with it and we do quite nicely thank you.

A salad dodger. One who loves the great taste of butter. Someone who is hooked to the gravy IV. A Land Yacht A Swamp Donkey.

Thats what I tell people about the used caopy I jump! By the way, I'll have pics of my Wings as soon as I get it back from Ankie. The bum who measured me didnt do a good enough job and I need some tweaking... Is it my fault you went back to Canada and started pounding back ding-dongs ? I think not. Fatty.

Probably a raccoon then, not a cat. If it was a cat, believe me, you'd have heard it. I forgot to mention that along with the fluffing up, there is the air raid siren as well. Good for waking up everyone in a 10 block radius. I head the dogs and raccoons at it all over our neighborhood at night. Those buggers snarl too. You get a good sized male raccoon and a nice big aggressive dog and you can forget about UFC Pay Per View. That stuff is free and highly entertaining. Cat's ain't tough, they're smart. That's why the felines are the most succesful land based predators. They'll never get into any fight that they feel they can 't win unless there's no other options. Dogs will attemp to bring down a firetruck for reasons that escape me.

Different thing entirely. 50mg Zoloft for you pal. Works wonders, and frees up some time in your daily schedule that you might spend checking if the cooker is off etc etc.

I believe polar bears also kill in this manner.

Pretty much describes my pre-diagnosis life and career.

Fat chicks are cool. Just roll 'em in flour to find find the wet spot, slap 'em, and ride the wave in. Just put a lock on the fridge first before they come round.

My cat is so sweet. He's just like me. I watched a dog chase him one into our back yard and corner him. The cat is capable of all sorts of clever things, but none of them so clever as to be able to turn themselves into a huge flying ball of razors when no other options exists. I was was running out to help, just as this big dog went yelping out in the other direction. Bonus for this was that my cat was twice the size and extra fluffy for a while. Dogs are the friendly Down's Syndrome kid that follows you around. Cats are your cool bud that hangs out and watches TV with you and don't give you shit for watching Spike TV.

Dogs come just after children in my scheme of things. There was this woman that actually used to drive her dog on to our block, get ot out of her car, let it shit on my lawn (and others) and then put it back in the car and drive off, leaving the shit there. I lurked her one day and caught her fucking dog and wouldn't give it back. She threatned to go to the poilce, and so I let her. While she was there, I drove the thing to a shelter and dropped it off. By the time I got back without the dog, the Police weren't interested and she was nearly throwing a rod. Apparantly it took her a week to find the dog in the shelter, and cost her money to get it back. I know this becuase she was good enough to come and tell me. She's lucky I deliberately took it to a no kill facility. The end to all this was that I only ever saw her on our block one more time. She came and knocked on my door about two months later in tears. Her dog had just died and she wanted me to be the first know, and hoped I was happy. I told her I was actually, as I really didn't miss the little presents. To be nice, I asked when it had died. She said "15 minutes ago". The first thing she thought of when it died was to hop into her car and go tell me, an asshole stranger. I had a vision in my head of it lying on the dining room floor with all four legs in the air in a comical manner, and I lost it. She told me and everyone within hearing (the whole neighborhood) , that I was a heartless asshole (they already knew that), and stormed off. I have never seen her again. My dog story. All true. Where are you now Crazy Dog Lady ? I stole your dog, but you stole my heart. I miss you. Let's have coffee. I'll bring the scooper.

I'm sorry, but you are totally incorrect on that assumption. A good starting reference foryou would be the book Driven To Distraction. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0684801280/qid=1117216452/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/002-8502573-1184819?v=glance&s=books&n=507846 I actually tend not to take my medication at weekends when I jump because I don't need it. Excitement produces enough of the endorphins and andrenaline to get me into the state that is the other side of the ADHD coin, which is hyperfocus. Anyone who is ADHD knows that hyperfocus allows us to get things done that none ADHD people have problems with. Many of the best thinkers, inventors and sportsmens have displayed ADHD hyperfocus. (Where do you think that the stereotype of the absent minded genius comes from). Basically, your average AHDH skydiver will be more focused and faster reacting. We ain't dozing off up there. We're there because we are driven to be there. For the time we are in the air, skydiving IS our medication.

I take Concerta, which is basically time release Ritalin. If you're just having trouble concentrating, you probably don't have ADHD. If you find yourself outside in the street when the last thing you remember was coding, you probably do. That's the difference for some people.