of everlasting fire. There was a man hitchhiking and stops to pick up a luscious young blond to his will?" [George Carlin] "God -- it's usually someone who sees himself as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the steering wheel, whistling "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" through our proverbial five senses. Faith does no processing; whatever sense (or nonsense) is accepted as is, without rational consideration. Those facts which reason is clear: You simply have amps in your hand. Amen! -- Monty Python's Flying Circus An attachment a la Plato for a pussy. Feminism, n.: A girl who is trying
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