Ghost of BiB

It's really something to see, though.

No, my plans usually involve things like seperating the plane from the snakes.

Need more crackdowns like this one: Traffic Hazzard

Iran I love it. What timing.

Uh huh... You tune in because your wife makes you watch it with her.

I watched a little of the C-Span coverage on the DC rally last night. A high school girl from Woodbridge gets podium time? Wonder if she got extra credit. What was really sort of cute, is her comments in English were sort of ignored, but when she spoke in Spanish, the crowd roared. Vive le revolution!

...a tracker chip in his scalp?

Encouraging, isn't it?

You guys ever consider Hilton Head-Savannah?

And, there are about a dozen really good reasons for that.

Does this take Davis off the draft radar?

Biggest crunch over there is the lack of transportation. A LOT of people depend on it there to get to work. Definitely has a trickle effect on the rest of the economy. Also, part of an email from a friend of mine in Paris.

"Admin Type"? I'm not an Admin type. I was a for hire "merceneary". When asked to write a weapons elimination plan for a certain country, I write a weapons elimination plan. And my plans work, golldarnnit.

That's not the issue, you know it, but no one can stop you from it either. Reality vs. rhetoric check? I bet so many people are really cranked up off those illegal Costa Ricans.

I'd agree with that.

I just farted.

Hope not.

I sometimes have to pee. You too? The girls won't miss us. Really.

No, me. ME!!! I want to be the 8th overall pick in the draft. Give me a few minutes so I can post the reasons why to something that can be Googled. Google is good. Never lies and always comes up with the best answer when you hit get lucky.

Grandmother? Maybe an Aunt or two. I was always more into my hot cousins, but to each their own.

I think he's BF.

The right side. Always put each other first, and one can't go wrong. Always kiss each other when you get into the car, because a rogue semi could end it. Take the time to slow dance while dinner is cooking, on the kitchen floor to mellow jazz and candle light. If both sides truly do that... I could philosophize, but this isn't the place.

I'll never forget riding down I-10, and getting stopped at a roadblock near a weigh station in New Mexico so the Hispanic/American border patrolman could question my natural blonde blue-eyed wife on her citizenship while a few dozen cars filled with dark haired olive skinned peoples merrily got waved on through. Worker complaceny is an American Standard, doesn't help to have a pretty wife.

You know you want to.... Let's open a restaraunt.

I rinsed off a three month old greasy disposable plastic plate under cold water last night, microwaved cheap hot dogs on it. Too lazy to get a pack of new ones. How should one build up resistance to new bacteria?