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Back in 1981, Fabrice Josso ( Sans Famille is a melodrama, he's cuter when he smiles. This guy's still an actor, though only a voice: he dubs series and movies.): See the excellent movie by Ken Loach, The Wind that Shakes the Barley, for the great (though quite violent and hard to take) story, and the very handsome lead actor, Cillian Murphy:

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Seeing old ones wither away is painful. These long, evolving diseases allow you to see them "die" several times: first when they lose their autonomy, then their head, and then eventually their breath. And all the while you have to see them in pain. All my thoughts go to you, my friend.

No, but it helps to stomp, crush, stampede, smash, crush to a pulp... Beware of the goats!

The goats are up to overcome the human race. In this thread, human teenagers can die in car accidents, get shot, or the most evil of them are seen as saints, and the mere alignment of two disconnected nouns and an adjective, without a verb is immediately given a warning with this especially designed emoticon just for goats. Goat, grab, grind...

You bet. Is it content you want? What about: goat, grill, glad?

Yup, that's right!

Hey, so did I! (Actually, I posted 400 somewhere else.)J acques Legivr

Eric was shivering in the cold of the desert night. But worse of all, he felt cold in his heart. Not that he had any remorse, no. But he felt like a complete failure. He had looked at the spreadsheet every night for the last few weeks. "By the time I turn 21, I'll be able to retire and live off the return on the investment of my ill-gained money. Certainly having poor workers, possibly children, working 15-hour days for me!" The mere thought was enough to cause him a little erection (unlike his brother, he was not very well-endowed, which caused him to suffer a lack of self-esteem.) He heard an engine approaching. The sound was this of his only friend now: the Piedmont Sheriff! Had Eric been a little bit more knowledgeable in Doors, he'd have known it was his only friend, the End: as the Piedmont Sheriff got down from his dark vehicle, he asked: "Got the Data Stick, kid?" "Nope, my queer brother got me in trouble and..." The thud of the gun resounded through the empty valley. The sheriff approached with his heavy gait. He turned the body around with his boot tip. Another blast echoed through the empty space. The body jerked. Was it from the blast or from a final spasm as the spinal cord was svered by the bullet? "Gotta make sure the little shit won't rat me out. Too bad, this was some fine nice piece of ass. I'll have to find another one. It sucks." He'd have spat on the mess that had been Eric's head a few minutes earlier, but no DNA had to be found in case the coyotes and the birds of prey, and the countless creepy-crawlies didn't do the job of cleaning up the crime scene. But the sheriff trusted Nature. As he climbed aboard his vehicle, the words of the famous 80s philosopher Nikki Sixx ran through his mind. "When you play with the Devil, your day will come to pay..."

Greetings to all these new people ( Anthony, Natalie, Pat, AMHIL, Mark)!

Yes, those referring to murder, theft, bearing false witness, coveting your neighbor's house. Honoring my parents was something I had no trouble doing, but that I wouldn't establish as an absolute rule for some parents. And I never coveted anybody's wife (though I did covet a few husbands, but well... ) For the rest, I don't really want to see them established as universal rules. We've got the international declaration of Human Rights that seems the basis for better getting along with everybody.

No goat should be hurt by me as long as no hero is killed in this story. I'll ask my minions to do the job.

It should give something like this: Knowing the same causes yield the same consequences, should this be done?

Mormons or Jehovah witnesses maybe? An Avon Lad? Do they have people who sell Amway products door-to-door? I bow to someone who makes fun of he who mocked my manhood, and now makes fun of my poor mother. I'm not sure I like this canyon theory. Gays in fiction always died until very recently (well, in movies at least), so if we could have heroes riding towards the setting sun (no matter what or whom they ride... )

I'd say anyone with more than 8 pairs of shoes (outside "special footwear", as working shoes or shoes designed for sports as rock-climbing or sailing, etc.) should definitely be labeled a shoe whore. Flip-flops are outside the count, too. As for you raise... 1/ Organize! If the union route is not your thing, then... 2/ Threaten to leave, after assessing your worth to the organization. Sadly enough, people higher in the hierarchy often think it's easy to replace a valuable person until she/ he has quit. If none of these satisfy you... 3/ Suffer in silence.

Yeah, this could be a little cruel and unusual... On with serious stuff! Betty will certainly please Old Bob in this episode, no doubt. As I love secret passages, I think we're on to something with the brick wall. Another chapter packed with action. Great to see the boys ready to fight back thanks to this out lawyer called

Hoping this 22nd year will bring good things: at school, in your personal life... Hugs and cheers!

I'd warn you that it must be a tiring job to get the said person to work properly. I'd be too afraid to have to use violence to have him earn his daily bread. If I could have the boy from the Poconos AND the Arizonian goat (who seems to be multi-skilled, and that I imagine could be profitable beyond cheese making), they would keep each other company (basically watch each other) and maybe it would turn out well. Well, when this thread is starting to get really silly, it usually means it's time for a new episode. So, thanks to my seer senses, I foresee a new chapter within 24 hours.

I'm surprised that with all this hanging around the mall, you did not meet yet the other big hazard: being offered a greeter position at Abercrombie & Fish by guys stalking you in the parking lot.

I wanted the 666 post so that no representative of the Devil would have it. Not bait, meat. But Shdwgod's concern about poisoning the poor birds is quite valid. And don't cry for him, the little pile of feces still got an award for his wicked devious ways. May The Good Lord Bless you! At last you're making sense! They didn't abolish slavery in Texas?

And a Happy Birthday to You!

I admire your having this "assignment to complete" kind of thing/ attitude. I'm looking forward to reading your anthology entry. I hope you do not see this as a burden!

Darn! I wanted to get #666! And I missed it, not knowing what to reply to Graeme, and yet aware of a certain goat lurking over this thread and in league with the Devil (a goat's fixture) and ready to strike and jump on the occasion! The mere fact that CJames defends so eagerly this Spawn of Beelzebuth that Eric is should be evidence enough of the twerp's villainy.