JamesSavik

sounds reasonable to me

Didn't like that huh? I didn't much like it either. Notice that I call it the conventional wisdom, which for me is like saying the old wives tale regarding the subject. There are a lot of reasons for these relationships. High on the list is the emotional stability and maturity of the older partner.

The conventional wisdom on the subject. You know the only reason that young guys date old farts is their money. When the geezer runs out of money, the kid is off with the nearest truck driver they can find.

Here's a few from my past: -I can't go to class today because I got run over by a car.

I'm sure It's one of those things that you have to be born with to understand- an instinct if you will. Like... chasing cars or chewing on shoes.

I was sort of surprised that no one caught the symbolism in the names Peter and Chris.

Oh my- another cutie. Welcome!

throw in a bottle of thousand island dressing and I'm game.

It was easy to see the evil of the Nazis. Now, the world is colored in ten thousand shades of gray and things are not so clear. There is one test that is always true: the righteous warrior is a reluctant warrior. He does not fight for glory or honors. He fights for his home and his buddy beside him. He would gladly give his life to prevent harm to come to his people. Contrast this to the despots that we have seen desperately clinging to power and destroying their countries while claiming to be of the people. The difference is clear.

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Study: Tiger Poo Effective Pest Repellent 03/10/2011 Source Link: Animal Planet Blog Researchers in Australia have discovered that the smell of tiger feces is a great deterrent for crop-chewing creatures like goats and kangaroos. The idea is that the smell of a predator nearby will keep these animals away from certain plants. A team of researchers at the University of Queensland in Australia spread tiger poo collected from zoos near the feeding troughs of goats and found it to be the most effective repellent. It was even more effective when the tiger had been fed goat. (editors note: Oh yeah. That's repelling me.) "There's not only a chemical signal in the feces that says 'Hooly dooley, this is a dangerous animal'; it's 'Hooly dooley, this is a dangerous animal that's been eating my friends,'" explained Peter Murray, associate professor and study leader. Researchers believe a synthetic tiger poo smell could be created and turned into a commercial product. _____________________________________________________________________ Oh my God! Can You imagine the size of that tiger? >

8.9 is massive. That's in the same ballpark as the quakes that spawned the Christmas tsunami. This will be a huge disaster.

You can't turn on the TV or go on the tubes of the internets without running into the crackhead formerly known as Charlie Sheen. After regaling us with tales of "socially" using crack and talking his way into getting fired from a shitty shit-com, he's now suing everybody in Hollywood not playing along. I make no secret of being in recovery. In fact I help other addicts if I can. It's part of the 12 steps that Charlie THE CRACKHEAD is too good for. To be perfectly honest, we dread crack heads. Of all the junkies that we have to deal with, they are by far the sickest mother f**kers you'll ever have the sorry experience of meeting. Sometime they preach about how God will fix everything, make a pass at everybody in the room, steal something and we never see them again. That's my favorite kind of crack head: the kind I never have to see again. Sometimes they are so f**ked up they just can't make sense if they could pay for it. They've done so much they're borderline psychotic. They babble, talk to themselves and wander around. This kind will drop a few loose teeth and wander away. They always end up in prison. It's the only place that can handle them. Finally we have the supreme bullshit artists: the manic crack heads like Charlie Sheen. They think they are bigger than God and bullet proof. None of the rules apply to them. They are sexier than stallions and usually rich enough to stay in rock until it kills them. These f**k-tards are the most annoying bastards on the planet. And regardless of how many people love them, how many people clean up their messes, how many people cover for them, give them alibis or enable them, they are all going down the tubes and they are taking anybody that hangs on to them with them. Look away. This is going to end badly. Only a fool would care when they don't care about themselves.

Here's a few more: 1). Get a GPS and learn to use it- if you have to routinely find addresses, it will save you many, many miles of driving around looking. 2). Keep your oil changed on schedule- proper lubrication makes your engine run more efficiently and will last longer. 3). Keep your vehicle tuned up- again, an engine that is properly tuned will run more efficiently and will last longer. 4). Keep your tires properly inflated- the drag of tires with low pressure will lower your gas mileage and wear out your tires prematurely. Those four steps will save you a lot of money- not just on gas but on wear and tear on your vehicle.

Yes. It's a symptom of my raging ADD. When I was a kid, I had ADD. Made me really mellow as I was fascinated by shiny things. My best friend was ADHD- that's bouncing off the walls. Made for an interesting (and exhausting) contrast.

If you HAVE NOT, add a new song to the thread.

I live in da hood. I'd go out and taker pictures but I left my flak-jacket at work.

the Log Way

The BIG GAY AGENDA doesn't have to destroy heterosexual marriage. It looks like heterosexuals are doing a fine job of it on their own without any help from us. < WTF do you mean by the morals of a tom-cat!?

I tried to be a lolcat but I bited more than I loled.

A buffet would be nice. Maybe dough nuts or croissants.

A new short story for your consideration.

Another day at the Shiloh Baptist Church.

The Barlow Boy Peter Keegan parked his Honda behind the Family Life Center on the sprawling grounds of the Calvary Baptist Church. He didn’t really have time for what he had to do but it went with the job. He reluctantly got out of his car and headed toward his office. He had lucked out to get the job of Youth Minister for a large suburban church. He had prayed for it for months and gave all of the credit to God. It was just the right sort of stepping stone that a young Minister needs