May 27, 2004

When the honeymoon is over...

A young couple got married and left on their honeymoon. When they got back,
the bride immediately called her mother. Her mother asked, "How was the

"Oh, mama," she replied, "the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic..."
Suddenly she burst out crying. "But, mama, as soon as we returned Sam
started using the most horrible language...things I'd never heard before! I
mean, all these awful 4-letter words! You've got to come get me and take me
home.... Please mama!"

"Sarah, Sarah," her mother said, "calm down! Tell me, what could be so
awful? What 4-letter words?"

"Please don't make me tell you, mama," wept the daughter, "I'm so
embarrassed they're just too awful! Come get me, please!"

"Darling, baby, you must tell me what has you so upset.... Tell your mother
these horrible 4-letter words!"

Still sobbing, the bride said, "Oh, mama...words like DUST, WASH, IRON,

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Looking for an Instalanche?

Ace of Spades might be on to something. I sure as Hell hope not, though. Link via Michele.

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May 26, 2004

Incredible cybersex

Really old, but worth repeating.
Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known
as "cybersex". Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared
through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see
below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online
chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe
he does...

Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on
a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a
T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from smells

Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a
hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue
all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your
hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put know know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand
it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

Sweetheart: ::logged of::

::The End::

Update: Yeah, I can call it that, even though it's more than a year after the fact. Anyway, Ace and My Vast Rightwing Conspiracy have two separate posts on this very topic. Funny stuff.

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Religion under attack again(or is it still?)

Check out this story over at Volokh. Apparently, the Los Angeles County seal contains a tiny cross representing the history of Catholic missions in the county. The ACLU, of course, wants to have those symbols removed due to the "separation of church and state". No word yet on whether or not the ACLU would have been as zealous to remove a symbol of Islam in the county seal.

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Wictory Wednesday

Today is Wictory Wednesday. Every Wednesday I ask my readers to volunteer and/or donate to the Bush campaign if they haven't done so already. And if you have volunteered and donated, then get a friend to join you. It's the only way to defeat the lying liberal media.

If you're a blogger, you can join Wictory Wednesday simply by putting up a post like this every Wednesday, asking your readers to volunteer and/or donate to the president's re-election campaign. Be sure to visit these fine participating blogs:

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May 25, 2004

It's time for some linky love

Well, this will be a miniature linkfest because of increased responsibilties at work. Bastards actually want me to earn my salary. ::sniff:: Anyway, here goes:

Michael Fumento takes on the subject of stem cell research.

Researchers are engaged in a "stem-cell war," a deliberate effort to downplay the proven value of adult stem cells to attract more attention to the potential of embryonic stem cells.
It's a war being fought partly over ethics, but mostly over money.

Stem-cell research constitutes one of the most exciting areas in medical science. It promises to prevent, ameliorate and cure diseases for which there are now few if any treatments. Far easier is listing what stem cells don't have the potential to do, but here are a few of the wonders in progress:

More than 30 anticancer uses for stem cells have been tested on humans, with many already in routine therapeutical use.

By some accounts, the area in which stem-cell applications are moving fastest is autoimmune disease, in which the body's own protective system turns on itself. Diseases for which stem cells currently are being tested on humans include diabetes, lupus, multiple sclerosis, Evans syndrome, rheumatic disease and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis [Lou Gehrig's disease], among many others.

Just last February, two different human-autopsy studies demonstrated that stem cells transfused into the marrow work their way into the brain, where they can repair neurons and other vital cells. Other studies have shown that when injected into animals with severed spinal cords, stem cells rush to the injury site effecting repairs.
"I think the stem cells may act as a repair squad," says the leader of one of the two studies, Helen Blau of the Stanford University Brain Research Institute. "They travel through the bloodstream, respond to stress, and contribute to brain cells. They clearly repair damage in muscle and other tissues."

At a conference in late 2002, French researchers reported that during the last 14 years they had performed 69 stem-cell transplants with an 85 percent disease-free survival rate. Since improving their procedure in 1992, all 30 of the last transplants have been successful.

Stem cells have been injected into damaged hearts and become functional muscle. This destroyed the dogma that heart muscle cannot be repaired, just as stem-cell research also wrecked the firmly held belief that brain tissue cannot regenerate.

Unless you've spent the last several years stranded on a deserted island, you've probably heard of at least some of these medical miracles. But here's what you may have missed. While the overwhelming majority of favorable media coverage of stem cells concerns those pulled from human embryos, called embryonic stem cells, or ESCs, not a single treatment listed above has used that kind of cell.


Activists such as Christopher Reeve have it backward when they say that restrictions on ESC research funding will prevent him from walking again.

ASC studies already have enabled quadriplegic animals to walk again, and human trials should be right around the corner. But the chance of ESCs helping people such as Reeve in the next 10 years is practically nil. Reeve should know about this: Many of the amazing ASC studies, including Ira Black's, have been funded by something called the Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation.

Read the whole thing.
Boo freaking hoo. I'm certain that the same people ran the "Don't Vote For Perot" campaign.
I think I'll skip the baptism. Thanks for offering, though.
Frank imparts the words of wisdom that he would express if he were president. Excerpt:

So Iraq is just a start, and every despot out there better start packing if he knows what's good for him and every psychotic terrorist better renew his life insurance. Some may say that for every evil terrorist we kill, we create another bin Laden. Well, guess what; we can make bullets and cruise missiles even faster.

Still, there are going to be many Americans against our war in Iraq and other places. If you are one of them, then please write out your reasoned arguments in a letter, put it into a an envelope, address it to "1600 Pennsylvania Avenue", put a stamp on it, and then SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS.

Thank you and God bless
Found this article about the People's Republic of Berkeley and the strong anti-Semitism present there. Absolutely frightening stuff. Hat tip to Andrea.
Jim Treacher has some thoughts about the Angel finale. I'm gonna miss that series. Oh well, it'll free up one more hour during the week.

Speaking of the Buffy/Angel-verse, did anyone else notice that Charisma Carpenter was on the cover of Playboy? And not just the cover. May I say that

1) She looks HOT!
2) And 100% God-given natural.
3) Did I mention she looks hot?

It had been a decade since I'd parted ways with some money for an issue. I just couldn't resist this time. For those of you that thinks this means I'm demeaning women, well, bite me. I love women. Short ones, tall ones, blondes, brunettes, redheads and pretty much any variation thereof. What I like most, though, is women that are natural. Too many Playmates(Pamela Anderson, Erika Eleniak) have been-altered- because they thought that being among the most beautiful women in the world just wasn't enough. I've been fooled on occasion, but to my eye, Charisma looks, well, unaltered, if you catch my drift. Gorgeous and sexy. Yippee!
Spoons has a different take on the upcoming election than Geek with A.45. Choose your poison. Personally, I agree with some of both posts. Here are my opinions:

1) The Democrats have, as a party, gone off the deep end, with some obvious exceptions(Zell Miller, Joe Lieberman) still hanging around. A Kerry defeat could finally force the Democrats to repudiate some of the extremist factions within their party. The Republicans have already done this to a substantial degree, although I'm sure that some will disagree. This country needs the two major political parties to act somewhat like grownups. Right now, the Republicans are leading the Democrats in this category and it's not because the Republicans are necessarily behaving maturely.

2) Bush has firmly embraced the Gerald Ford liberal wing of the Republican party. Spoons is correct in that a Bush win could enshrine that as the dominant position in the Republican party for a long time. If that happens, us conservative/small "l" libertarians will have nowhere to turn.

Truthfully, neither choice thrills me. However, the issue foremost in my mind is how each man will act as Commander in Chief during the war on terror. There's no question in my mind that Bush is the clear leader here. Based on that alone, I have to hope for a Bush win. Notice the Blogs for Bush link in the gutter, just in case. My most fervent hope is that parties such as the Libertarian and Constituions parties will finally get a large enough following so as to make an impact nationally. However, that day is not yet upon us.

James has a great roundup of President Bush's speech last night.
The Carnival of the Vanities is up and running in its 88th incarnation. Amazing, isn't it? Check out the linkage at Spot On.

The Instamonster offers this cogent analysis of the 2004 presidential election:

THIS ELECTION IS LOOKING LIKE a World Series between the Red Sox and the Cubs, as each side's fans worry, with some reason, that their guy will blow it. Republicans are afraid that Bush is in trouble, while Mickey Kaus continues his "Dem Panic Watch" feature. There's bad news for both candidates in the latest polls. Bush keeps falling in overall approval, but the voters seem to think less of Kerry as time goes on. It's a bizarre race to the bottom.

The Emperor takes another whack at Andy Rooney. He's such an easy, pitiful target that it's like dynamiting fish in a thimble. Someone tell Misha to up the charge next time. He's going too easy on the 60 Minutes resident idiot.

It seems that Serenity appreciates the simple joys in life. Heh.

Jonathan Hawkins links to a drooling moonbat festival is his latest installment of Anyone Can Post On The Internet. He also posts some interesting data taken from the Battleground States Polling Data. Very interesting.

Tactitus offers room under the Republican tent for DLC members. Apparently, they are no longer welcome in their own party(he links to and quotes from a Kos piece). Ideological purity above all else, I guess, and Kos and his ilk get to determine who's truly a Democrat and who isn't. I've seen dickless wonders like them try and tell Jeff Jarvis that he's not a real liberal.
Hat tip to Pejman.

The Bartender has an updated Champagne Room set of comments going. All of the links are probably NSFW. Go there; wear something easily cleaned.

He also shows a post-chili eating contest photo. Been there, done that. Okay, not the flames.

Steven H. offers some kindly advice to Hunter S. Thompson:

Geez, Hunter. You promoted drug use at a time when that was the last thing our country needed. You glorified the violent and the stupid. You attacked our values with no constructive purpose in mind, contributing to our moral decline.

You're ashamed that you carry an American passport? As an American, I'm kind of ashamed, too.

WTF? I knew that Madison, Wisconsin was a midwest Berkeley, but this story manages to surprise me. Excerpt from LGF:

The City Council of Madison Wisconsin is considering a proposal to become a “Sister City” with the town of Rafah in the Gaza Strip: Madison-Rafah Sister City Project.
The lunatics have taken over the Madison City Council. That “municipal government” in Rafah that “reflects a democratic vision” ... is Hamas.


Kim du Toit links to this story about "The Coming American Dictatorship." I'm not an alarmist, but there's some pretty scary stuff in there.

Jen posts an amusing quote from Mrs. Cronkite.

Harvey-the copycat- beats me to the punch with this list by less than 24 hours. Maybe I should have saved it in Publish mode? Just curious.

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Sad story

A wife woke of the middle of the night to find her husband
missing from bed. She got out of bed and checked around the
house. She heard sobbing from the basement.

After turning on the light and descending the stairs, she found
he husband curled up into a little ball, sobbing.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, worried about what could
hurt him so much.

"Remember, 20 years ago, I got you pregnant?"

"And your father threatened me to marry you or to go to jail?"

"Yes, of course," she replied.

"Well, I would have been released tonight."

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May 24, 2004

Some things you just can't explain

A farmer is sitting in the neighborhood bar getting soused. A man
comes in and asks the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this
beautiful day getting drunk?"

Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.

Man: So what happened that's so horrible?

Farmer: Well, today I was sitting by my cow milking her. Just as I got
the bucket about full, she took her left leg and kicked over the bucket.

Man: Ok, but that's not so bad.

Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.

Man: So what happened then?

Farmer: I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left.

Man: and then?

Farmer: Well, I sat back down and continued to milk her. Just as I got
the bucket about full, she took her right leg and kicked over the bucket.

Man: Again?

Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.

Man: So, what did you do then?

Farmer: I took her right leg this time and tied it to the post on
the right.

Man: and then?

Farmer: Well, I sat back down and began milking her again. Just as I
got the bucket about full, the stupid cow knocked over the bucket with
her tail.

Man: Hmmm...

Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.

Man: So, what did you do?

Farmer: Well, I didn't have any more rope, so I took off my belt and
tied her tail to the rafter. In that moment, my pants fell down and
my wife walked in.....

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Golf anyone?

There once was a lawyer who was so fanatical about his golf game that
he used to play every day. One morning he had played the first hole
and was just about to tee off on the second, when he saw the most
gorgeous woman he had ever seen putting on the first. The lawyer
waited until the woman had reached the second tee and asked if she
would like to join him and they could finish the round together. To
his surprise the woman agreed and they played the remaining holes. Not
only was this woman beautiful, she was also a good golfer.

When they completed their round, the lawyer told the woman that, not
only was he a lawyer, but he was also a cordon bleu chef and wine

He invited her back to his place for a meal and a few drinks. The
woman accepted enthusiastically and off they went.

Back at the house the lawyer cooked a magnificent meal. In fact it was
more than just cooking it was a performance to behold. They enjoyed
good food, good wine and good conversation.

After the meal, the woman repaid the lawyer with the best oral sex he
had ever experienced. The lawyer was so taken by the beauty and skill
of this woman and desired her no end. He then asked if she would like
to play golf the following morning, to which she agreed.

Once again they enjoyed a great game of golf, a magnificent evening
meal and once more the woman performed sensational oral sex on the

This went on for three weeks when the lawyer finally said to the
woman, "Listen, the golf and the company have been fantastic! But,
there are only so many performances a man can take. When are we going
to have sexual intercourse?"

"We can't," said the woman.

"Why not?" came the reply.

"Because I'm a transvestite" replied the woman.

"YOU BITCH!" screamed the lawyer, "...I CAN'T BELIEVE that you've been

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Chain Letter for Men

This chain letter was started by a gentleman in the hopes of bringing relief
to other tired and discouraged men. Unlike most chain letters, this one does
not cost anything. Just send a copy of this letter to five of your friends
who are equally tired and discontented. Then bundle up your wife or
girlfriend and send her to the man whose name appears at the top of the
list, and add your name to the bottom of the list. When your turn comes, you
will receive 15,625 women. One of them is bound to be better than the one
you already have. At the writing of this letter, a friend of mine had
already received 184 women, four of whom were worth keeping.


This chain brings luck. One man's pit bull terrier died, and the next day he
received a Page Three model. An unmarried Turkish man living with his
widowed mother was able to choose between a well-educated, sweet natured
university graduate who could both work and not be too tired for fun, and
successful businesswoman nymphomaniac. You can be lucky too, but DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN! One man broke the chain and got his wife back.

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In a nutshell

Just finished reading Jonah Goldberg's latest column and one sentence in particular struck me:

Republicans have their coalitions, too. But the party tends to be ideational. Conservatives say, "If you agree with us on, say, seven issues out of ten, you should vote with us."

Liberals say, "We'll fight for your cause — abortion, affirmative action, whatever — if you fight for ours." The Democrats' problem becomes even more acute because — thanks to its successes and failures — it has no unifying ideas or goals other than holding political power. What unites Democrats today other than defenestrating Bush?

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May 21, 2004

And one more thing you wish your computer had

As a followup to this post I present the latest creation from David Wong's twisted mind. God love him.


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May 20, 2004

Building a better war simulation

I link yet again to The Only News Source You'll Ever Need as David Wong describes in exquisite detail what he's looking for in a war sim. Excerpt:

5. I want that "Public Support" meter to rise and fall according to Troops Lost, Length of Conflict, Innocents Killed and Whether or Not There is Anything Else On TV That Week. I want to lose 200 Public Support points because, in a war where 8,000 units have been lost, one of my Mutalisks happened to be caught on video accidentally eating one clergyman. Then, later, my destruction of an entire enemy city goes unnoticed because the Nude Zero-Gravity Futureball championship went into overtime.

6. Speaking of innocents, I want a War Sim where native townsfolk stand shoulder-to shoulder on every inch of the map and not a single bomb can be dropped without blowing 200 of them into chunks. Forget about the abandoned building wallpaper in Red Alert 2. I want to have to choose between sending marines door-to-door to be killed in the streets or leveling the block from afar, Nuns and all, with 30 carriers. I want to have to choose between 40 dead troops or 400 dead children, and be damned to Hell by chubby pundits from the safety of their studios regardless of which way I go.

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Quote of the day

Andrew Sullivan quotes Christopher Hitchens comment about Michael Moore:

"But speaking here in my capacity as a polished, sophisticated European as well, it seems to me the laugh here is on the polished, sophisticated Europeans. They think Americans are fat, vulgar, greedy, stupid, ambitious and ignorant and so on. And they've taken as their own, as their representative American, someone who actually embodies all of those qualities."

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No comment

I'm too busy laughing at this post to think of anything rational to say. Hat tip to Jeff.

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Wictory Wednesday

Yes, it's the special Thursday edition of Wictory Wednesday again.

Today is Wictory Wednesday. Every Wednesday I ask my readers to volunteer and/or donate to the Bush campaign if they haven't done so already. And if you have volunteered and donated, then get a friend to join you. It's the only way to defeat the lying liberal media.

If you're a blogger, you can join Wictory Wednesday simply by putting up a post like this every Wednesday, asking your readers to volunteer and/or donate to the president's re-election campaign. Be sure to visit these fine participating blogs:

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Is our children learning?

I wonder if there was a slight breach in etiquette by jumping straight to the triple dog dare? Moron.

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A happy ending

A family's dog falls into hole in near Death Valley and is assumed dead. Five weeks later someone else finds the dog, amazingly still alive. Cool.

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A story that the media might ignore

A Marine in Iraq has been given leave to come home and donate one of his kidneys to a friend. Excerpt:

Two San Antonians are shining examples of what it means to be friends for life.

A Marine has come home to give his best buddy one of his kidneys.

Jason Tully has had to battle a rare disease that's taken away his kidneys and finding a match for a donor was nearly impossible, until his friend Jeremy Duncan found out he needed his help.

Friends since the sixth grade Tully and Duncan never knew their true test of friendship would come to this.

"He's kind of the closest friend I've ever had. We grew up together, we've been through a lot," said Duncan.

Duncan is a 1st Lt. in the marines and was fighting the war in Iraq, but is on leave to help his friend. Family and fellow marines show their support in his fight for Tully's life.

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May 19, 2004

Required reading

Mrs. du Toit has posted the fourth(and final) in a series called "The Bogeyman". I strongly suggest that you go read them all.

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV

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