... beef centric ...  

  Yes, I'll definitely be at it this weekend.  

  !!  

  Jesus! Must you latch onto the drama and then drag it around from thread to thread like a dead cat that is just starting to smell but remains cute enough that people still want to pet it?!

You just had to go and ruin this thread, the one example of goodness and love in my life right now! I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!!

!!  

  (hello quote page)  

  But now we know and experienced it for ourself and it can go away because I'd never do it again anyway (and the world revolves around me).  

  You made out on your first date? GD is a slut!  

  Now, here comes my point one more time. Here comes where I point out the stupidity you uttered and that I am objecting to (without being personally offended). I don't want to bold it again so I'll set it off in a little paragraph of its own. Hopefully Kevy will come along and quote it so that every once in a while you'll see it on the home page and have one more chance to understand it without me having to type it one more time. I encourage you to hightlight this next paragaph, type control-c, open Notepad, type control-p, then click print; take the resulting page and tape it to your bedroom ceiling so that while making sweet love to your wife she can see it up there and perhaps whisper it into your ear during that exquisite moment of orgasm when your mind is so completely blank that maybe it'll finally be clear.  

  When masturbation is available I just can't see any piece of ass being so overwhelmingly alluring as to muddy the cost-benefit risk assessment.  

  Keep in mind, Lani is Japanese. It is in her genes to look at China and think "yeah, we could take that.  

  That's ok, the OED has acknowledged that whom has disappeared from spoken English.

But if you remember to use it when following a preposition ("to whom shall I deliver the letter", "before whom must I bow", "upon whom did the porn star ejaculate copiously") then you'll understand it better than 95% of the population.  

  Yeah, stupid skank whore.  

  I prefer not having hair stuck in my teeth.  

  Hi honey, I'm home. I'm going to go down on you in a couple hours. Could you stop what you're doing and go make yourself pretty.  

  This suggests I have the power of taxation.  

  Asshole.  

  Oh, I'm sorry. Let me rephrase in the message board time honored way of avoiding personal attacks:

Some group of people of which you are a member, but I'm not saying this about you personally just a group of people that so happens to include you, must be from Arizona.  

  You can't take it with you but you can take it with you all the way up to the exact moment when you no longer care.  

  Then you're doing it wrong. You need to practice your vomiting skills. A well performed vomit should sound more like "hu, hu, ugh, hhhrrrrrruuuwoooosh, oh god, god dammit, hhhhrrrrrrooowooosh".  

  And I know the thing to do is just do it. But then my resistance wouldn't be irrational, would it? And I'm irrational about so few things that I tend to be clingy in their presence.  

  Please, don't question your gods, it reduces the beneficence level.  

  Quilting is what old ladies do in groups.

Knitting is what old ladies do by themselves once they've been abandoned by family into poorly run nursing home.

Crocheting is what old ladies do when they realize that no extra roll of toilet paper should ever be left without the protection of a doll outfitted in an antebellum dress including large hoop skirt.

Macrame is what quilters, knitters, and crocheters make fun of.

Or so I've learned from my family experience.  

  I'm not planning (other than the weekend), I'm not entertaining (I'll be around and hike but I'm feeding myself and expect everybody else will fail to starve). Others can plan or not as they wish.

Very Alex Swank.  

  I am morally pure  

  Hey I admitted that just because my tingler was tingling didn't mean anything was necessarily tingleworthy.