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for me, anyway...  :grin:

I think we can all agree that it was a good thing.

I gotta warn you, i'm liable to split.  :lol:

dear god, the animals have taken to the streets and began to multiply. I come back to headquarters and find the whole godamned place has turned into a circus. "such hideous violence" I thought to myself. auras, paranoia, surround the whole  of my head and I recall sensing it was the time for action. It was sometime after midnight on november the fifteenth, and we went out to work on a massive fireworks display that we were planning to explode in the morning to scare the snot out of the neighbors. They know me as a gentle, fun-loving boy with a goofy sense of timing, but they would never in their darkest dreams expect to be blasted out of bed before sunrise for no good reason at all. Only a vicious imbecile would do a thing like that, and they knew I was not an imbecile.
It was the late janitor, who turned me into a bomb junkie, and I have never forgiven him for it. He was a genuine swine whenever explosions were mentioned. he never saw a fuse that he didn't want to set on fire, regardless of where he was in the world or who might be standing nearby. He lovedexplosions and he didn't mind admitting it. On the other hand, that went out with those creepy bamboo cages they used to have in Calcutta, where blonde slave-girls were auctioned off to savage Asian bandits, and never seen again.
Ah, but we stray into Racism, eh? But not really. No. It is just another way of wondering out loud how I came to be at the same school as some of these rat fucks. Ah, we should be ashamed of ourselves. And I am. Sorry, we got stupid for a minute. It won't happen again.
What I'm really thankful for is complete and utter the failure of John Kerry's bid for the presidency. that and those microwaveable burritos, but that will come in time. It happened a second time, for this I am sorry.
Jesus babbling Christ!
thats where we were, it was the worst single event in the history of the state of maine, including Pearl Harbor, the San Francisco earthquake and probably the Battle of Antietam in 1862, when 23,000 were slaughtered in one day.
Many things have happened since last week -- many weird things, radical things, savage 180-degree swings between totally opposite poles like Joy and fear, wild passions and violent rages, sudden love and sudden hate. ... I have known them all, and I fear I have come to like them too much. I am an Addictive Personality, they say, a natural slave to passion -- and many Doctors have warned me against it. I am a High-risk Patient. But not all of those doctors are still alive today. Two committed suicide, and two others had their Medical licenses lifted for abusing Hospital drugs. Another misdiagnosed his own wife's Cancer case and was forced to retire from Medicine. After that, he went into the psychiatric business and destroyed the mental health of a whole family by convincing all of them, one at a time, that they were fatally Dysfunctional and probably Insane. Their only hope, he said, was to have each other committed to long-term, fearfully Harsh and impossibly Expensive private Insane Asylums. ... The children got the most painful sentences. One spent two years in the lockdown ward of the Menninger Clinic in Kansas; another was put in a straitjacket and turned over to the notoriously cruel Cocaine Addict Wing at Jackson Memorial Hospital in Kansas city, which is not in Kansas proper, where "Isolation Therapy" is mandatory for the first nine months. Justice is expensive in America. There are no Free Passes. ... You might want to remember this, the next time you get careless and blow off a few Parking Tickets. They will come back to haunt you the next time you see a Cop car in your rear-view mirror. Or if you notice your teenage daughter hanging out with a rotten-looking Skinhead. ... There is no such thing as Paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment. ... What happened to Lisl Auman can happen to Anybody in America, and when it does, you will sure as hell need Friends. ... Take my word for it, folks. I have Been There, and it ain't Fun.

Hey mikey, get to the chopper!
you know the drill; rock the vote, to the death if possible, or at least until it starts bleeding and whimpering.

any tarantino or rodriguez fan who has not seen this movie should go out and rent it, then buy it. you will understand.

A colleague of mine (Mister White aka. Snow King, some of you may know him), has been arguing with me for several months now about cocaine. He says that coke is the best drug out there. obviously, this is not the case, but it *inspired* me to do another poll.

So, there will be no multiple choices here, just vote for your favorite drug. Sound pretty easy, huh?  :exclaim:  :exclaim:

god didn't do that, you did that, you're a fucking narcotics agent.