That's fantastic Ibti. What are you gonna do with it? The guy looks like your typical starving college student, not a crazie. He's probably hoping I'll cave and buy him dinner. Then he'll steal my credit card number and use it to buy Prozac at pharmacy.com. I'm not falling for that again :mad:

That is the problem, FB. It'll take me at least an hour to tame this nest of vipers. By which time he might've strolled by 6 times! Maybe I'll just wave non-threateningly instead. Where's CL when you need her expert advice?

This dude has walked by my window three times (that I know of). Should I fix my hair?

Q: What does Tarzan say when he sees a herd of elephants in the distance? A: "Look, a herd of elephants in the distance." Q: What does Tarzan say when he sees a herd of elephants with sunglasses? A: Nothing. He doesn't recognize them. Q: What does Tarzan say when he sees a herd of giraffes in the distance? A: "Haha! You fooled me once with those disguises, but not this time!" Q: What is the difference between en elephant and a plum? A: An elephant is grey. Q: What does Jane say when she sees a herd of elephants in the distance? A: "Look! A herd of plums in the distance" (Jane is colour-blind) Q: How do you get four elephants into a Mini? A: Two in the front, two in the back. Q: What game do four elephants in a mini play? A: Squash Q: How do you get an elephant into the fridge? 1. Open door. 2. Insert elephant. 3. Close door. Q: How do you get a giraffe into the fridge? 1. Open door. 2. Remove elephant. 3. Insert giraffe. 4. Close door. Q. The lion, the king of the jungle, decided to have a party. He invited all the animals in the jungle, and they all came except one. Which one? A. The giraffe, because he was still in the fridge. Q: How do you know there are two elephants in your fridge? A: The door won't close. Q: How do you know there are three elephants in your fridge? A: There'll be one waiting outside in the Mini. Q: How can you tell that an elephant has been in your fridge? A: By the footprints in the butter. Q: How do you get an elephant out of the water? A: Wet. Q: How do you get two elephants out of the water? A: One by one. Q: Why do elephants wear shoes with yellow soles? A: So you don't see them when they float upside down in a bowl of custard. Q: Have you ever seen an elephant floating upside down in a bowl of custard? A: No, of course not. Q: How do you shoot a blue elephant? A: With a blue elephant gun, of course. Q: How do you shoot a yellow elephant? A: Ever seen a yellow elephant?!!! Q: How do you shoot a red elephant? A: Paint it blue, then shoot it with a blue elephant gun.

I had plans for the weekend, but have now canceled so I don't miss The Marc's next magnum opus! *Refreshing YouTube page like mad*

Imagine Barack Obama as Prez and Bill Richardson as VP. The White House would only be white on the outside.

That's true. I guess it's just that Bush has done such a thorough job of lowering our expectations in terms of what an American president is capable of.

What's really impressive is that he wrote the whole thing himself. No speech writers!

^Aw, I hadn't even thought of that. But I'm sure it was a momentary lapse in judgment.

How are you guys attaching files to private messages?

LOL. Nice one. Ngonge, is that response one of the autoscripts?

Classic.

That's right! I thought it didn't sound right.

Are you sure you're not thinking of labaan

There's been rumors in the blogosphere that the police chief of Tehran was caught getting nekkid with six prostitutes, although Iran's government-run news agencies have been mostly mum. Probably didn't want to remind people what their current leaders are like during elections. You could probably come up with some kind of mathematical formula for predicting whether a public official will be caught with his (or possibly even her) pants down. Number of public condemnations of a given behavior x Level of discretionary power x Length of time in office = Probability of getting caught with hand in cookie jar.

^Don't pay him any attention. The boy might not have been born in Somalia, but he still managed to ingest just the right amount of poisoned bigotry.

It's character building, Zu. A Boy Named Sue My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.' Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.' Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.' Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but, to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said good-bye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong." He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you 'Sue'.' I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I come away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!

For some reason I keep closing the link quickly every time I open it, suffused by shame. So underdog, could you find out if the US has this store, and could you post the coupon on here if they have one too? I need to buy a light blanket and set of bedsheets.

I think if they were simply being selfish they would have had her placed in a home, not paid for expensive surgery and committed to caring for her the rest of their lives. They did what they thought was best for their child. I don't know if they are right. But I can't help but think I wouldn't have any use for breasts, ovaries or a menstrual cycle if I was doomed to have the mental capacities of a 6 month old. *EDIT* Not that I'm saying they are useful now...

This reminds me of those studies into tragic but fascinating "feral children". The Story of Genie On November 4, 1970 a girl was discovered. She had been locked in a room alone for over ten years. She was tied to a potty chair and left to sit alone day after day. At night, she was tied into a sleeping bag which restrained her arms. She was put into an over-sized crib with a cover made of metal screening. Often she was forgotten. On those nights she slept tied to the potty chair. At first, people could hardly believe that Genie was thirteen years old. While she seemed to understand a few words, the only words she could say were, "stopit" and "nomore." She had a strange bunny-like walk— she held her hands up in front of her like paws and moved in a halting way. She could not chew solid food and could hardly swallow. She spat constantly. She sniffed. She was not toilet-trained and could not focus her eyes beyond 12 feet. She weighed 59 pounds and was 54 inches tall. Genie was rescued and put in Children's Hospital in Los Angeles, California. Genie's mental and physical development began almost immediately. By the third day in the hospital, Genie began helping dress herself and using the toilet voluntarily. She began moving more smoothly. She was hungry to learn words, pointing at things until people would give her a word for them.

Keith for president!

Che, you know that's not gonna work on tough Aaliyah. You'll have to at least send me flowers before she gets jealous. I like tulips.

Aaliyah, are you getting a little flustered? First you say that you have nothing in common with a 35 year old, now you're saying it doesn't matter whether you have things in common with Che (oops I meant the 35 year old). Che, I was buttering her up for you dee. Sheesh, how ungrateful can you be :rolleyes:

Aaliyah, what if you have other things in common? Like you both agree you're the bees' knees

Does that mean you find me irresistible too Layzie?