^Oh hardly *blushes* Seriously though, I need make up just to be on par with most women after they've given birth to triplets following 50 hours of straight labor. BUT lucky for me I'm oblivious to the horrified stares :cool: And you're still not allowed in here Che, even after the compliment

Come on, guys. You don't think she's being serious? My gut is telling me that young Siphoning has been through about as much heartbreak and emotional trauma as Elmo's goldfish from Sesame Street. To take her seriously is an insult to the real cold, bitter feminists like me who really do have it in for men. We know one of our own when we see her.

Oh he knows dooro means chicken, but when he envisions a chicken this is what he sees. He's not quite sure what the actual animal looks like:

^No, muu qalin. But watch him just decimate that turkey sandwich.

^You say that like it's a bad thing.

Malika, I sometimes put on eyeliner if I'm waiting for the bus and can't think of anything to do to pass the time. But then I get scared and wipe it all off, getting it on my cheeks in the process :rolleyes: Honestly it's mostly just laziness. I'm not a morning person, so I try to do as little as possible between waking up and leaving for work. Brush teeth, shower, make tea is the maximum I can do in about 30 minutes. I used to have a roommate who would wake up 1.5 hour before I did and only be ready when I was, because of all the morning rituals she had to observe. I would only wake up when I heard her blow dryer going

^Oh goodness yes. There's kidney tennis, the ham shank bench-press, and my favorite, sheep diaphragm gymnastics. The butcher dresses in a tutu and it's really quite moving. Johnny, a vegan? But you're so muscly, and have such glossy hair.

^That's asking for a downpour as soon as you decide to go home. Have a good weekend people.

^Great redemptive moment for creepy psychos everywhere. Lily, the sole reason I avoid make-up is so I don't ever have to wonder if it's too much.

Tell me about it @ Faheema. Add to that checking the Troll Corner every 7 minutes and that's another day lost per week.

^Hold on, so he turned her down? Doesn't sound too bright to me.

^LOL. Another winner. deer editor, I rede ur paper everyday. espishally the horrorscop. On monday It said I will be luck becuz Im a gemini. but I haff not one the lottery the hole week. why? I want my Money Back. Bobby

For some reason I thought this would involve tadpoles

Oh General Tso, I do love what you do to chicken.

-------------------- Subject: Reminder, Meeting tonight, 8pm Hi friends, This is a gentle reminder for today's meeting. Please come at 8pm to ____________ to help planning for Saturday's party. Remember to bring your contribution if you plan to help with the budget. We will be assigning party tasks on voluntary basis. Thank you for your help and enthusiasm and see you all soon, Mamadou. PS: We will also be conducting rehasal for dance competitions; how fun!!! --------------- How fun indeed *Rehearsing fake knee injury story*

Ngonge, I don't much care for chips either. But in the interest of tasteless foodstuff-based self-expression I would've gotten over my distaste. As for the other stuff, have I got the perfect sandwich for you.

Good morning trollers. Ngonge, thanks for the first laugh of the day. So are you going to use some chips* for the rubble? *What you might know as crisps

Sweet dreams Val. Have a lovely day tomorrow. Che, looks like it's just you and me, so you can admit it now. You have a huge crush on Cynical Lady don't you? Even though she's a Marxist through and through.

Gah, Uncle Sam is convinced I owe him money. A couple of months ago I got a threatening letter saying I underpaid my taxes by almost a grand; I called and they told me they fixed it. Then I got another letter saying I really owed $400 or so. I called again, and today I find it has been kindly reduced to $350. I think someone at the IRS just needs the money to finance their gambling habit and wants to see if I will break. Yaa ku dhaha Hooyo is going to Somalia and has already put dips on every spare penny.

I thought it was "you could shake a leg at," even weirder since you only have 2 legs to shake so its not much of a claim. The stuff they are describing in that thread is an abomination, not even the boorash of the damned. I'm not Canadian. I have good hair. Che, you have an ear for languages, don't you? It's harder for the rest of us.

How did you manage to make boorash infamous Sheh? Che, I grinned is all. Laughter is reserved for jokes that poke fun at Canadians. Val, yes and then some. Now I have to TEACH a lab as well

Or Sheh, you could return the next day and say you mixed cement into his porridge because he gave you lip. Hello Che, Pucca and the Insomniac Duo.

Originally posted by Geel_jire: The thread i linked to, the sister in question did nothing Xaram at all nevertheless she got "she deserved it" and "maca sonkor" just because she married an already married faarax ? qarxiska ma jecli lakin the irony was too much There are major differences between the two situations. 1) A young woman in a war-torn nation falls in love with a medic at the hospital where her father was treated. 2) A divorced older woman living in comfort secretly marries a man with a wife and eight children, knowing that his first wife is unaware. The scope of harm in the first case is limited to the young woman, her lover and their child. In the second case you have additional victims, and there were no extenuating circumstances. If, for example, she married him because she had no food or shelter for her children, I'm sure the ladies would've been more sympathetic. It is easy for you to say "baahi baa i hayso bakhti looma cuno", but I suspect if push came to shove you wouldn't starve to death next to a dead goat adoon halmar cantuugin

^I concur. The Point has nailed it. Just the right amount of ingratiating insinuations. Dear Editor, Please accept my apologies on the contents of my previous letters of August 10th, 11th AM, 11th PM, and 12-17th. I claimed to have information proofing that you were the secret scouts of an alien invasion of our Solar System. In retrospect these were wild accusations, and on further examination of the evidence, it is now clear to me that you are in fact the offspring of the Loch Ness Monster and Bruce Springsteen. In my possession are photos of your parents in flagrante delicto, copies of which I will enclose in my missives to the CIA, FBI, and the Discovery Channel. Your most humble servant,

Actually LOZ, way iga sasisay (that can't be a word) well and good. That was the last post Ibti, don't hurt me please. Hello Val, can you sense Ngonge's excitement at your arrival? Have a good day/evening/night everyone.