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I stamped my foot at my mother once, and she chased me up the street to spank me. When my crimes were especially egregious, I was sent to my room to await my pancake-turner wielding father. I was paddled at Cutler Ridge Jr. High by Vice Principal Otto Spradley, an action sanctioned by my mother. He first explained he had drilled holes in his paddle to maximize the impact. Bastard. I spanked my kids on occasion when they were little -- particularly the boy, the girl was never much trouble. The kids are taught in school very early that they have 'rights' and no one can to

Im not the ghost-seeing type, but I believe there are those who are more attuned to these things. However, I can state unequivocally that Dracula, not just an ordinary Cleveland vampire, lived in the basement of our house. To mock me in my state of sleepless horror, my junior high school ran about 20 minutes of a movie every day at lunch. During my Dracula scare, they ran "Dracula Has Risen From the Grave." I couldn't tell my friends I was scared to watch it, so I enjoyed the entire movie from inside the sleeve of my coat. The Count had a really cool ancient Indian motorcyle down i

what a cute picture --- you fit right up under Jeff's armpit

me too ... corner of Ventura and Topanga!

I couldn't say that he's not with any certainty.

Im just absentminded. I washed it. In fact, the only thing that seems to be wrong with it is that the speaker no longer works. Of course now I've lost my replacement piece of shit cell, and the sim, so ...

I suspect that ction is actually Karl Rove, and this is where he blows off steam.

could you send me one of those when you're done with it? I lost my razr. Many thanks.

It's okay Joe ... Jeff's footwear is a fairly frequent topic here, that's why people are teasing you.

someone call in for me please? and bring me some half and half?

finally! someone more paranoid about team Bush than I am!

You've got my address.

sucks not being on vacation, doesn't it?

Caliber's gonna have a field day with this.

Too many ants named Dave Did I ever tell you that MCool McCave Had twenty-three ants and she named them all Dave? Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do. You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo! Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one. All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run! This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves' As you can imagine, with so many Daves. And often she wishes that, when they were born, She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm. And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim. A

Im reminded of the scene of the (first?) Indiana Jones when Karen Allen is drinking the Uzbecker's (or whomever) under the table in her mountaintop bar.

did you name them yet??

I should have read the fine print before I moved to New York.

NYS is considering legislation offered on behalf of George Steinbrenner that will force all New Yorkers to work on a chain gang for the rest of October.

So come on off of your rooftop Come on down to the street Ive got something to tell you Youre secret I will keep Tell me why have you been crying Why wont you look me in the eye Im just trying to help you I just need to know why Please wont you let me try Be my secret, be my joy Be a miracle to me Be my lover, be my friend Be a miracle to me I want to sleep in your moonglow In my mind your smile I keep Head over heels I go Like a dream from a peaceful sleep This time I know Im in deep Be my secret, be my joy Be a miracle to me Be my lover, be my friend Be a miracle to me

happy birthday baby doc!

I called someone! But I still can't find my phone.

homemade tostados (well, I fried them myself) wtih refried black beans, red peppers, cherry tomaters, chipotle peppers, green salsa and sharp cheddar. I seriously wish I had some edible sour cream. yowza. Bien viaje to Pocahontas' traveling unit Im looking for my phone like this