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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on May 12, 2003, 01:48:00 PM
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I just found this site today and I must say that I am very very suprised that so many people have harsh feelings about straight, and especially Dr. Miller Newton. I remember my time at straight very fondly. The love that was generated at straight was so powerful that it was almost like we were in the presence of God himself. I remember being kicked in the head by Dr. Newton because his love was so powerful for me. Dr. Newton didn't want me to die which is where I was headed. I look at old staff and Dr. Newton as disciples of God and I look at Dr. Newton as almost worthy of being called God himself.
If you people would just remember the "first and most important rule", I know you will agree with me. Being in Straight was almost like worshiping the Lord our savior. Please be honest, it saved everyones life.
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Miller, get off the computer! Ruth Ann needs her hair washed.
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Have you ever though of doing stand up? Because you're splittin' my sides over here.
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except for, the people who commited suicide.
The ones who have to take time out of thier daily lives to make time for therapy to over come post-tramatic stree disorder. Except for the parents who will never see thier children again because of the damage done to the family unit by the program. Except for the families who no longer have enough money(savings) left for retirement, college, etc.,..because they gave it all to the program. Except for the innocent children who never needed treatment and were incarcerated anyway.
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This is a good point: "Dr. Newton didn't want me to die which is where I was headed."
Yeah, they kept us alive because no money was to be made if we were dead. If there had been more profit in killing us, that's what they would have done.
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truer words were never written.
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Yes I agree - no truer words could be written about how wonderful straight is/was/and forever will be. I know you people remember the love that was in straight. I know you remember the kindness that came from RuthAnn and Dr. Newton. Please be honest! Please remember the truth! I think if you look at things honestly you will agree that when Miller newton kicked me when I was a child at 15 (and yes it was a kick to the skull) it was a sign of love and compassion.
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Man your life must have pretty bad to think straight was good!
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This same joker is on Pathways site too. I guess he thinks its funny. To ever consider that kicking someone is a motivator wasn't ever kicked then.
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is this a fucking joke or are people trying to entice an arguement.?? I hope it is a try at witty candor
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I would like for someone who was in the Gandy Building give me a detailed description of the daily living there. Was the building air conditioned? Did they ever have outside raps?
Were the bathrooms tolerable? Did they have a real sick-bay? Where was the time-out room?
I would'nt know because I the only time I set foot in the damn place, was to do a rap with William Rollins. He was my first newcomer and was a staff trainee at the time. Miller Newton was just a jive ass parent in Open Meetings at the time who drove a Chevy Caprice Station Wagon.
I stepped into group, and the funk just about knocked me to my damn knees! I went out the side door to the parking lot, and threw up into the bushes. I had been away too long I guess. I actually went out to my car, tore the air freshener off my rear view mirror and wore it like a necklace under my shirt and walked back inside. All I know is that they had a state of the art kitchen, A/C units all over the roof, and I actually heard Kim Hyde say that they were putting in tennis courts. Any truth to that?
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Explain how. Tell me how it was love, compassion. Tell me how an act of violence can be done out of love and compassion. I am quite serious. Explain it to me. I do not understand your point of view, and I'd like to. I'd like to know how it is you can justify that. If we're so in the dark about the truth, enlighten us.
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This is just what I needed, a great laugh at someone else's twisted view of hell. Shit, this viewpoint puts all of the parents who are still stuck on the program to shame! Thanks for the good laugh! I think I will go ::puke:: now from laughin so hard!!
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Okay Bob, heres the scoop on Gandy, as that is where I was.
Those big fancy A/c systems were used during open meetings, but were only turned on after the hosing down of the floors and rearranging of chairs for open meeting was done. During this time most phasers were stuffed into the carpeted A-B-C rooms, without AC running. Executive rap before open meetings sucked in that hot ass room, while we knew main group was cooling down for the show.
We rarely ever saw in all the time I was there, the A/C's used except when parents or HRS/DCF was coming.
Daily living in Gandy. For a <3rd phase, day began crammed into plaster walled 10x10 intake rooms, 40 or 50 at a time, barely breathable air, for as long as it took to gather up enough 2nd phasers to watch the doors in main group. This could be as long as two hours or more in AM. Keep in mind that St Pete group had upwards of 400 kids at times.
Next, the food. Nice kitchen...god knows I worked in there enough as a low phaser. The finest kitchen matters not nearly so much as what ingrediants and love are mixed together. Beanie weanies, such a small small portion that I would get an eat shit and die look from a ten year old if I served it to him. Or soggy PB&J. Easy to cook cheap food. The nasty chilli on white bread was a common producer of the funk you smelled in group! Straight outta the can too. One time my dad donated over 200 pounds of steaks and prime burger meat from Cacatories (high end butcher and gourmet grocery in Tampa) for them too cook for us. We never saw a one steak, nor did the chilli have any real meat in it for a while. That would've taken work by the kitchen staff. I always wonder what happened to that meat. Bet staff ate great at home that month...
To drink was Solo institutional brand syrup based kool aid stuff. Mixed thick, it gave extra nutrition, but was so hypertonic that it sucked any extra (HAHA) moisture right outta the system. Too thin, and it tasted like nothing. Just right happened rarely. I think this was to "make us motivated". The one water fountain was off limits except after standing on long line for a 10 second drink after excercise rap. As an RN, I know what fluid requirements for people are. WE NEVER GOT ENOUGH. I used to get in trouble for "stealing" water in the shower at night. Another "motivational tool".
Outside raps...ha. Behind Gandy was Palmetto scrub. The palmetto fields and slash pines looked like a great place to have a rap. Happened once while I was there. A smart therapist running a group would have had us out there every night, as Florida sunsets over wild areas are beautifull and MOTIVATING.
Cant have that. Anybody who ran would've had REAL risk for Rattlesnake bite, and Florida kids all knew that, so most wouldn't have run anyway.
Kim Hyde was one FOS bitch. Tennis with Lurray Harbors ass maybe. Or Mark Gilleys head.
Blue chairs quickly replaced the pews from the old building. Smashed fingers became common.
No real medical care, no RN, LPN or Dr to do it right. Truly was amazing that it could even happen in a licensed facility....Thanks Mel S
The clinic was at back of group. I think I saw it used once for a girl who was really sick...shoulda been in an ICU, but was being a "jerk" and couldn't be allowed in hospital. No IV fluid support used, etc.
Our bathrooms were moldy, and dimly lit. The vanities had mushrooms growing under them from the moisture. Tampa is second to none (except maybe New Orleans) in terms of mugginess, so weird shit grows in bathrooms with no A/C and HUNDREDS of chillins using them. Pubic lice outbreak was fun in 81, for sure.
A fruity weird guy from Cincy on like 4th phase got to check us all by the balls to see if we had it. They lined us up and an untrained, unlicensed kid got to play with our parts and deem us Ok or not. No gloves, handwashing or anything between people either.
GIRLS WHO WERE THERE: did they treat you as badly that day??
Enough memory dump for now.
Bob, and others who missed the fun at Gandy, I hope you get a little picture now. Newton was another huge facet of our daily life, and his unpredictable ways could fill a book from my memory alone. I was there for his rise up exec staff, and saw insanity as he ran amok after PHd was added to his name and he published a book.
Bill Hadley
St Pete & Atlanta
12-80/12-82
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Thanks Bill, I kind of thought so on the air-conditioning. I started out at the Milton Roy building off of Park Street and it was'nt all that bad. I had always thought that the whole building on Gandy was carpeted. Since you made no mention of a Think Room, I guess they never figured they would'nt need them. Just another example of Miller Newton being out of touch with reality. I can see now why he did that infamous bitch slap on Leigh Bright. They just were not going to tolerate jerks period it looks like. Man if I had to go through the program at 17 instead of 15, I think I would have wound up in jail. I would not have put up with those conditions. That building always was too claustrophobia inducing for me. I am amazed that you were there early enough to be treated to the wonderful church pews from Morgan Yacht. My memories of that building are just of the 7 step raps that I lead as a Vice and then President. We were goddamn 7 steppers and an embarrassment to Miller Newton. I swear before God, we used to call him an asshole to his face. Once our parents paid off the balance or in many cases just said fuck it and stopped paying entirely, then the staff would try to spy on us and dig up dirt to get us "Terminated" from the society.
If you ever heard the roar of an engine, screaming tires and Robin Zander of Cheap Trick belting out "Surrender" that was probably me doing a power slide in my Gran Torino across the back of the building. Anything to brighten a 1st phasers day, right?
[ This Message was edited by: 85 Day Jerk on 2003-05-12 20:51 ]
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I don't know which is more funny - this post about being "kicked in the head by Dr. Newton because his love was so powerful for me" :rofl: or the few of you who are confused that this sarcasm is SUPPOSED to be funny. And, of course, this reminds me of the time when I had to give an instructional speech for my Communication class. We were to speak preferably about something we were talented at or enjoyed - like cooking, or sewing, or painting, or whatever, and describe it to the class. But my first thought was that I had no talent I could share with others! Which of course - is untrue and I realized that after I put some thought into it. But my first reaction to the assignment was so typical of the worthless druggie syndrome, that I decided to do a sarcastic and funny presentation on "How to Maintain Low Self-Esteem." After all, I did that very well and it was situations like that which made me realize it, so why not laugh about it?! When I read the speech to my friends they were rolling on the floor laughing, but the class - they were another matter all together! First of all, I wasn't as relaxed as with my friends so no doubt, that affected the tone and delivery - but both during and after my speech, the entire class stared at me like I just announced I was leaving with Heaven's Gate. Not a smile, not a smirk, not even a guffaw. Instead, they just stared at me, some (I swear) with their mouths hanging open! Obviously, what was hillariously funny to me and my friends was quite insane to the class and I couldn't have been more embarrassed. My attempt to laugh about my initial reaction to the assignment was completely and totally misunderstood by the class, but it certainly taught me a good lesson: one must always know their audience before attempting to use sarcastic humor! Unfortunately, some of you are like those classmates - so unwilling to laugh at dysfunction when maybe that's precisely what you need to help you let go of it. So, Bravo, anon! If you want to write me and give me permission to use this in my book, I would be honored to accept it; it's too funny (and true) not to share with the world!: leighann43@juno.com
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I knew it was sarcasm. It reminds me of http://www.somethingawful.com (http://www.somethingawful.com) except somethingawful is funny.
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I have nothing witty to add, other than I actually find what this person said to be amusing!!! am I wrong??
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:eek: ;;
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I agree, "Dr. Butt Fig Newton" Poor ole Buttfig ! He's got wares of care in his underwear. That red, i got to take a shit, misplaced, fuckface!! I always understood why he was so misunderstood!! When you are stricken with permanent, cronic, shitass, bi-butt-polar ineptitude.!! Come on !! Damnit man!! Where is you're impathy and sensitivity!! Up you're ass!! Well, you know the honesty is always in Newtons shit!! He likes to force others to sit in soiled britches. Because the therapy was all for him.
Poor ole mister emotional toilet trainer!! I'f you weren't so damn selfish in you're own program, you would beg for his forgiveness. Dr.Buttfig Newton behind chocolate bars forever. I love ya Buttfig!!! I'm so glad after 22 years. I was finally able use You're Rap on Catharsis to flush you back to Toilet Trainee. I will use every trick in the book to make you stay there.
The smart feller , fart smeller that you are. " PEANUT BUTTER DIET" Boy!! The logs will always roll in memory of you, oh Great Buttcandy expert. You will eternally run the show in the underworld.. I love you STRAIGHT !!
Remember, no talking behind backs. Anal subterfuge at all times. Johnny Reb, Madison, Fla
Straight parodies from 1982,83, until 3-6-84. In sick memory of all the shitty days, and all the shitty days added to my life because of Buttfig!! We can easily forgive a child who is afraid
of the dark. The real tragedy of life is
when men are afraid of the light.
--Plato
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The light is now on. The memories will be gone.
The right and not the wrong will forever sing my song. It isn't how you learn or how you teach, It's the a sense of humor that most will be reached. Nothing offensive intended, no remarks pretended. You don't have to be a pervert or revert to anti-convert. But if you can't take a joke. Well, you must be a squirt!!
Johnny Madison, FlaI am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.
-- A. Whitney Brown
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I love you!! Now explain to us sincerely why you deserve another glass of water. I have already over-fed you as it is. You better write me a good MI on appreciation. How do you feel, get honest!
Stop being so passive and manipulative. For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.
-- Johnny Carson
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On 2003-07-16 23:19:00, Johnny82-84 wrote:
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I love you!! Now explain to us sincerely why you deserve another glass of water. I have already over-fed you as it is. You better write me a good MI on appreciation. How do you feel, get honest!
Stop being so passive and manipulative. For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.
-- Johnny Carson
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Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism--how passionately I hate them!
--Albert Einstein
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I was getting ticked reading through the first post... at first I thought "What a dumbass... then this person is still brain washed... and finally this has to be a joke right???!!!
[Homer Simpson]HEHE, I get jokes![/Homer Simpson]
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Hello higher Power...
What about all the kids like myself who did not have a drug problem....I just did not get along with my mom and suddenly found myself incarcerated....however,
no jury no court of law....just my mom's check paid in full....(by the way I was only there 4 days & $4000 they refused to reimburse).
Look up the Patty Heart story and the Stockholm Syndrome....Many individuals such as yourself identify with their perpetrators....The same dynamics happen in concentration camps such as Auchswich, Bergan Belsen and viet con POW CAMPS...
You Need Serious HelP my friend....
Any so called "treatment facility" that kicks, sexually abuses and drugs then forces 15 yo girls to have abortions is NOT A HIGHER POWER!!!!
In addition, on a more personal level any Drug Treatment place that accepts a non drug using kid in their prog only for profitable gain IS A FUCK UP HIGHER POWER.....
From
Dr. Nicole
Ethical Therapist
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Dr. Nicole
I was in the same boat, my mother and I didn't get along... so off to Straight with me. Unfortunately for me I spent months in the program eventually falling in line with their "dry druggy" tag on me. This is of course after weathering the "you're full of S" storm for an extended period. I was a big risk for chemical dependancy was the end conclusion... throw some extreme sarcasm on that one.
Anyways, I copped out and dropped at the first chance on second phase as I had planned. This was after dropping the inside dope to my mother and she withdrew me the day after taking the Midnight Express... in spite of our horrible relationship. A relationship that would only be stable when I got to be an adult btw.
As I remember it my mother had a real time with the Straight charges herself... she had placed my sister in the program sometime after me. Someone was getting paid pretty good and from the look of things it wasn't the local staffers. It sure wasn't spent on us either!!!
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nice petifore^
what in the world compelled you to say this much?
was it "the force" or are you a real black opps
super genius that has penatrated our mitst
soon we shall know and to the looser kung foo%#$#$
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::boohoo::
Ok Really,
Enough with the sarcasm.....
I think Higher Power tends to fuel the self righteous, smart asses, Freudian analysis, and Fuck you all attitudes....Recongnize the dynamics? Daminno affect then stick the dog!
On a seroius note don't feed into this drama bullshit....Bottomline he obviously still brainwashed....And yes I did my grad thesis on how the Stockholm syndrom & can happen in extreme cult like groups....When individuals are stripped of everything its natural to look at the people in charge as GODS...
Everyone has a working formula...MO way of operating....And yes Higher Power fueled my working formula........
Nicole
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yes, but Patty Hearst did'nt have her life saved by the SLA...I was saved by the near God like Father Newton. Straight and Father Newton made me the man I am today
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Ahh, come on! How long is it gonna take for someone to tell this anon mofo where he/she can stick it? Or maybe we should ignore this sort of stupid crap and maybe it'll go away... :grin:
[ This Message was edited by: Froderik13 on 2003-08-10 20:02 ]
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Higher Power GET A LIFE....You sound like a tape recorder...Right Winger...You sound like HITLER follower...NAZI
Nicole
PS - If your such a REAL MAN "The Man You Are Today" say your real name!
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Preston K
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Nicole, welcome to the forum ::bigsmilebounce::
F.Y.I: This P.A. guy likes to come here and occasionally attack and insult other people's religous views. :scared:
I (and possibly others) have asked him to go join and/or create his own RELIGOUS website. This site is primarily about drug rehabilitation victims, and describes the physical imprisonment and psychological torment that was inflicted upon us day after day.
Some more than others . . .
Hey Mo :smile: J.Poirot, Mad Flyer, Carmel, Groovy(Lisa), and any others in Straight Richardson 86-87 can anyone remember a Preston K.?
A.K.A - Powerful Attitude
I swear that name is ringing a huge bell, but I can't see the face . . .
Mithygato
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post the name so we can all finally know.
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If ever there was a straight client in need of a lightning strike on the way to the car, or death in a grisly auto accident, Preston Kune is right there on the top of my list. A wussy ass full of shit daddies boy from the word go. He shot through his phases with impressive speed, and earned the snide nickname amoung me and my co-horts as "Impress-ton" because of his constant grandstanding and trying to impress staff with his ton of shit desire to appear Mighty Joe Straightling at all times.
Once he 7 stepped, him and his brother were complete and total assholes and a goddamn menace on the highways. Once on the way to Kathy Morrison's Birthday party in Seminole, this arrogant prick shot past me on Park Bld, turned in front of me and then stopped, blocking the whole damn lane, because he did'nt know where to go from there. Half my Torino was hanging out on Park and I was about to be hit by a tow truck so I layed on the horn and still this dumb sumbitch just sat there. Once the car exiting this side street was out of the way, I was able to go around the numbnut safely, and I layed a little rubber because I was pretty pissed off at almost having my car rear-ended. They pulled up behind me and Dawn Dee-fuckin-Shawn flys out the passenger door and immediately starts talking shit. I just calmly reached under my front seat and pulled out my tire iron. Jeri Ann Spencer, Kathy Morrison, and Lisa Emmi all had to pull on my arm and make me drop the tire iron but Holy Jesus!! I wanted to wrap it around his square punk-ass head so fucking bad I was shaking. Jeri and Kathy wound up walking me down the street until I cooled off and it was her freaking party.
The Tampa Scumbags that were with him even helped themselves to the food and crap before we got back. No apologies, no remorse, no nothing. It was as if they were incapable of admitting to making a mistake. I was still visibly pissed, and when Kathy's mom found out what it was all about, she ripped him a new asshole and told him that if that is an example of his driving skills, maybe she should call his parents and see what they think. He finally apologized for being stupid, and then the party livened up, but I never did like that self righteous son of a bitch and if he wound up marrying Dawn DeShawn, GOOD!!!
They deserve each other. I just hope to God that he has not contaminated my world with any wretched offspring.
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Which Straight were you in?
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Hey tint man, I was in the same program as you, just a little earlier is all. In fact, I was Vice President of the Society when this bullshit went down. They had a rule whereby 7 steppers had to attend at least one meeting at the building a week their first 90 days and no dating at all for 6 months. Chicks like Karen Ubanks 86'd that idea within 3 weeks. I found it ironic that the sons and daughters of the wealthier parents would act with impunity, break all the rules, and then their dumb ass would be right the fuck back on front row. Me and the "middle class" graduates like Robert Ward, Tom and Steve Andrews, Scott Travis, Cindy Rollins, Julie Ferron, etc, etc, would get together and talk about the latest "White Collar Ivy League Dumbass"
that had managed to get themselves thrown back it straight. It was priceless to say the least, and the parents got hosed for a second time around. Also during this time, early spring of 1981, the older graduates actually had to make an appointment to visit big group, because there was so much animosity between us and Newton.
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Hello I Am Scooby Wolfchops DeVille the creator of the word buttfig. Good to see that my creation has finally made it to the public. I actually created the word as a description for hedge apples. I used to kick them into the streets of Nashville Tennesse as traffic was passing by. They look pretty weird flattened or whole. Either way it was time that they received a new name. Hedge Apple just doesn't quite cut it for what they actually look like...As years progressed ButtFig not only meant hedge apple but also became a replacement for the word asshole. Please pass this on. When someone cuts you off in traffic give them the salute that lets them know that they are number one and sream out the word BUTTFIG. It will flip out anyone riding with you who is not in the know. They will ask you what is a BUTTFIG?and when they do? just tell them as I have just told you. Enjoy!!! And Pass It On!!! P.S. A new word is coming soon
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3:22:13 AM
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Someone's changing their profile, this oughta be good.
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Hi guys
Ok Gandy bldg from the girls side.
There were three carpeted rooms which were separated by those hanging wall dividers. They could be opened into one longish room. Wanda favored these rooms for girls exercise rap. Each had it's own door leading into the main room. Gray concrete floor, white & gray walls. I guess the building was relatively new in the fall of 81 but it was already developing mold along the upper walls and at the edges of the 7 step signs, serenity prayer etc. That tends to happen in warehouses in a state that can boast about 98% humidity for like 90% of the year.Particularly if the ac is used about twice a week and the bldg is filled with 400 sweating teenagers.
We usually started our day crammed into the intake rooms.There were three of them along the front hall each about 10x 10. They were also used as time out rooms and marathon rooms. There were so many newcomers in group . Not nearly enough to keep an eye on all the newcomers getting dropped off at 7:00am so their oldcomers could go to school. We'd start off sitting & get more squeezed by the minute. By 8:00 we usually had to stand because there was no way to fit everyone in if we all sat. For the next hour we'd continue to squeeze until they'd start taking us by the beltloop two at a time to the big room for morning rap.
Dr Newton's office was along the front hall just to the left of the reception desk whenyou were facing it. At some point his office mov down the right hall I think. We didn't go down the right hall much. Once for a marathon and once for a meeting with that guy who used to run the 7step society. former priest. I can't remember his name.
Running right along the reception area was a short hall that lead directly into group. The sick room was there. I never saw anyone go there because they were sick though. Sick people were lined up along the back of the group in special rows that separated from the group by an extra 2 ft or so.They used it to force feed girls who refused to eat the slop they were serving. And it was used for medical exams. Very thorough ones.
If you passed the little sick room you walked through a door and out into the main room. The kitchen was off to the right.It was fancy but that didn't improve the quality of the food. It was still frozen pb&j for at least 25% of the group. Some of the other food to come out of there was nearly as vile. That chili with it's inch thick layer of nuclear orange grease floating on the top and little rubbery balls of something that was supposed to be meat. The chili did have one redeeming quality though-it HAD to be served with milk or the whole group would be puking up th acid in their stomachs. I earned the privilege of working in the kitchen once when I was on third phase. They used this huge stainless steel vat to make the Saturday Nigh Special. Leftover soup. It was basically a base of tomato soup with all the weks leftovers thrown in. And I mean ALL the leftovers. Hotdogs, mashed potato, lima beans, bologna, chili whatever. It all went in.
I remember an outside rap once. In a little clearing just off the parking lot. A guy got stung by a scorpion and that was the end of outside raps. All I could think about was whether he went to a hospital or not. If so then a scorpion bite was a ticket out and well worth the trouble in my mind. It would have been hard to bolt. The palmetto was so thick back there you'd just get nowhere fast and get hacked to bits doing it.
But as Tampa Survivor suggested, the most interesting thing about the Gandy Bldg in those days was the Good Doktor himself.
Dr Newton was working his way up then. Sarasota opened a month or so after I got there but none of the other groups had left yet.He was always at open meeting. He seemed to prefer rip raps to the more generalized raps. You could always count on him to participate in Friday night Open Meeting Review. He looked like the devil himself to me. Red faced, veins throbbing sweating and swearing. And if you caused any trouble outside of the building he took that VERY personally. I split twice. The first time I made home I ran after two weeks. Ten days late I split with my oldcomerand annother newcomer. We called HRS. Her parents pulled her but mine didn't. So I get put back into group. After open meeting I get stood up. The Dr told everyone how I had probably cost this girl her life. She'd end up DEADINSANEORINJAIL along with the other newcomer that split with us.How did I feel about ruining her life, her family's life? How did the group feel? You know how that goes. But he'd arranged a special treat for me. He got my diary from my parents. He had Shawn Arnot read it to the group. He paced around by the double doors while she read about how I'd lost my virginity to the 300 or so kids in group. Then the "druggie whore, ungrateful bitch little slut" name calling began.I started to laugh hysterically. I mean tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was doubled over with it. Of course this incensed the good Doc. Out of deep compassion and tough love he had me sent to clean the toilets and put on the PB& J again.
I had no idea Preston married Dawn. I didn't know Dawn but I remember Pierce and Preston and Dawn's sisters Robin and April. April's program was brutal as I recall. I think they cut off herhair at one point. I remember Doug dragging her kicking and screaming across the room by her hair.She and Lisa A could piss the Doc off like nobody else. Any idea what happened to her?
The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason.
--Benjamin Franklin, American Founding Father, author, and inventor
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On 2003-07-16 23:19:00, Johnny82-84 wrote:
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I love you!! Now explain to us sincerely why you deserve another glass of water. I have already over-fed you as it is. You better write me a good MI on appreciation. How do you feel, get honest!
Stop being so passive and manipulative.
:lol: