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no. if it had wings, they weren't longer than the body (couldn't see the top where the wings would be) and it had a really small, narrow head. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

The women over-analyzed it... it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

that's ok... I'll be the unintentional echo today

Yeah, and people used to think you'd never be able to get 2 people together in the air, let alone 200. We're not doing anything new people - history is just repeating itself in a different orientation. Baggy suits with no grippers to less-baggy suits with grippers. Is that the history of RW or FF? Anyone? Anyone? Now go stand on your head while I pass you this baton. No really, it'll work, it'll be cool. I don't understand the division either. It makes no sense. I think for the most part there really isn't one, it's the minority (from both sides) that create it. We're all there for the same reason, get off the "My discipline is better than yours" kick and go jump. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else. And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?'' And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of. And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months. And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward... I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person? And Roger is thinking: so that means it was... let's see... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means... lemme check the odometer... Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here! And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed -- even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected. And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a goddamn garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600. And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure. And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs. And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy. And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a goddamn warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it... "Roger", Elaine says aloud. "What?" says Roger, startled. "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have said... Oh God, I feel so..." (She breaks down, sobbing.) "What?" says Roger. "I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse." "There's no horse?" says Roger. "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says. "No!" says Roger. He's glad to finally know the correct answer. "It's just tha... It's that I... I need some time," Elaine says. (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.) "Yes," he says. (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.) "Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says. "What way?" says Roger. "That way about time," says Elaine. "Oh," says Roger. "Yes." (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.) "Thank you, Roger," she says. "Thank you," says Roger. Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand that, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.) The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either. Meanwhile, Roger, while playing squash one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Bill, did Elaine ever own a horse?" it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

That's one of my favorites. Ranks right up there with "5 out of 4 people have problems with fractions"

Buddy gives good sex advice.

Are you the one that everyone said died?! Then I was talking to your friend... umm.. Adam maybe.. he told me the "he died rumor" but that you were fine. So then a few days go by, and someone tells me again "Hey, did you hear that guy that wrecked his biked died!?" I said "No he didn't, I talked to a friend of his and the guy's fine" to which they reply "Yeah, he was fine for 2 or 3 days, then he died!" it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I'd actually like to catch it. Unfortunately, it's on the outside of a non-opening window on the 22nd floor of a building.

There's a massive bug just hanging out on my window. I'd love to know what kind it is because I've never seen anything like it. The thing has to be 3 inches long, 6 legs (with what looks like little hooks for feet on each one), two 'bent' antenna, the back part of it is huge, and on it's top, it has what looks like spikes. It's a brown-ish color. Really kinda neat looking. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

Addiction to vicodin optional. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

Uh oh.....Uuummm...unless your hands are bigger than mine...I may be in trouble.... My daddy always said, "Son, always date a girl with small hands.... makes your dick look bigger" it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I had the same problem with my pro-track batteries - the ones that came with it didn't last long. Get some brand spankin new fresh ones, and they'll probably last a lot longer. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

Dear Penis, I don't think I like you anymore, You used to watch me shave, Now all u do is stare at the floor. Oh dear Penis, I don't like you anymore. It used to be you and me, A paper towel, and a dirty magazine, That's all we needed to get by. Now it seems things have changed, I think that your the one to blame. Dear Penis, I don't like you anymore. Now he sings, Dear Rodney, I don't think I like you anymore, 'Cause when u get to drinkin' You put me places I've never been before. Dear Rodney, I dont like you anymore. Why can't we just get a grip, On our man to hand relationship. Come to terms with truly how we feel. If we put our heads together, We'd just stay home forever. Dear Penis, I think I like you after all. Oh and Rodney, While yer shavin', Shave my balls. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I think I get a ton more than that on mine. Do you look at it a lot? Leave it in eco mode? Shut it off at the end of the day? it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

you couldn't have drank 57,560, because I know I had at least 3,000 myself.... plus that vodka and gatorade... it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

he actually has a pretty impressive fleet of aircraft it looks like it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I've already had one person ask me: "Do you own any none-skydiving related clothes?" I said, "My work clothes" (or course, I actually now have one shirt that I can wear to work) And be prepared, most of your non-jumping friends and relatives will some day ask you to shut up about skydiving. That's ok though, that's why we're on dz.com. See, HH is doing his part to save families and relationships. You should all go buy him a beer it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

Isn't the patent expired? it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I'm sure they've endured enough public floggings and humiliation..... let it go. Other people have outlived their past, let's let this person start. it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

can someone copy and paste? I keep getting DNS errors it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

"I love that little blue chair I played super nintendo on it while I was waiting for the laundry to get done [snip] ...hand guns...[snip]...super nintendo...[snip]... Downey balls...[snip]...bullshit...[snip]...super nintendo...[snip]...blue chair...[snip]... I need another drink!" - sunshine "Hey! This hand is empty!" - me to the beer guy "That'd be a nice plane if they took it out of the box" - Cajun (in reference to the skyvan) "This place is not supposed to be used for social gatherings people!" - sunshine to the people waiting in line at the shower house "Ok, next year we're just going to wire the tent up and record everything that is said!" - me it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

"You'll be fine, as long as you practice up high" - numerous people, refering to anything someone hadn't done before "Why is she still talking??" - me "Hey asshole!" - every single freakin band that played the entire week, at least 4 times a night "Who let her drive?!" - numerous people it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I like to tell them it's a rune that means "closure" it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality

I was going to put this in "Safety and Training" but though more people would see it here Click here Pay special attention to the "how to prepare" it's like incest - you're substituting convenience for quality