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plk, the links you posted told me absolutely nothing i didn’t know and they actually reinforce what I’ve already asserted- read closely, almost all of the African countries listed had problems with islamist terrorists. The only ones not muslim related were pretty much from south america where we’re really talking about insurgent or rebel groups.
Perhaps we need to better define our terms, but this argument is going nowhere.
plk, I am sure you are right, but I think that all of that debate was summed up quite well by Jessica’s comment way up in post #323. I really don’t think it can be said any better.
Ria, I’m all about Romper Room here over Crossfire any day, y’know?
And, just to inject some gravitas into my post, I’m wearing conservative black socks.
And nothing else.
“Romper, bomper, stomper, boo.
Tell me, tell me, tell me do.
Magic mirror, tell me today.
Did all my friends have fun at play?”
I could try to be serious and everything, but then I would get bored and fall asleep
Do be a Do-Bee
Yes Annabelle, its used also fo commenting on KBBAW’s life.
I get enough serious in real life. Give me online absurdity anytime.
Milford by Matamoras! My old flame hails from Mata and lives in Milf now.
I said Milf.
Pokey, you bogart.
Although you’re always more than willing to share THIS.
I terrorize people with my boobs, and I must say this now as I would assume there will be no comments tomorrow after all this.
Come one people, its getting close to Chuck Friday here, I know we all want that!
Amen, BFE! All hail the power of Romper Room!
That picture of Leta’s playdate with the door makes me grin EVERY TIME I look at it. She’s beautiful, and the happiness is so contagious.
Real life? Hmm interesting concept, tried it, cuter girls here….
What about Matt Damon?
Don’t be a Don’t-Be!
I like Doobie better.
Because only Cute Girls hang out at Dooce Comments.
I come here for the absurdity. Both in the comments section and in Dooce’s ability to demonstrate how absurd life can be. Absurdity is what makes it fun.
Twice even! ooops
Shit, Bucky. Now I have to leave.
That out-of-focus meter looks like some sort of alien robot. I can hear it saying “All your base are belong to us”.
I’m OUTTA CONTROL!
Somebody take the joy buzzer OUT OF MY PANTS before I fall off this chair and BREAK MY NECK!
Annie, I agree, I got a little extreme today, but again, this message board has clearly been proven to be a place for more than simply commenting on Dooce’s photos and life.
Ahhhh blue light girl phone call! Help help help
Katie: Yea. I worked for Yellow Book and we had a meeting there. I remember getting drunk on the bosses dollar. Not a “college” place though.
I was lucky in that when I was a little girl, I was my dad’s “fishin buddy”, and we would always go to a bar after a day on the boat. He’d have a few beers and I’d have a few sodas and beef jerkies. We’d play shuffleboard (he would “let” me win and it pissed me off) and he’d bribe me with quarters for the video game machine if I told mom he only had 2 beers (Mom always asked when we got home). So when I was 16, 18, 20, I didn’t really feel the need to get a fake ID or sneak into bars.
Funny, I have a strange feeling of deja vu. I think I’ve posted my feelings on this before.
Jess, tell her your cookies are on fire. She’ll be confused and you can hang up.
They aren’t THE eyes of monsters…no, the actual eyes are somewhere deep beneath the concrete. Parking meters serve as their periscopes…
I live in fear of the Boobs. They watch me, they stalk me, they mock me when I buy my tiny bras.
Wait … your father’s a Republican AND he DOESN’T play golf??
I didn’t think that ever happened…
+smacking head repeatedly against wall+ NO…NO…NO…NO…NO!
Bucky @ 109 – I love you.
What are the odds that comments will be off tomorrow?
And so it turns into Romper Room…..sigh
closet metro – I’ll take odds on that one, buddy.
Do I need to launch a sneak laughter attack on y’all’s bladders here?
Katie, I used to live in Milford, PA- is that close to where you grew up?
I already pee’d, do your worst Peter Peter Penis Meter
Seems to be some terrorist comment hijackers here. What happened to commenting about Dooce photo’s and life? They were much more enjoyable. Can’t you guys take your chat room somewhere else?
Um cuse me? Im terrorizing people with my boobs and nicknames for schlongs here right now, totally more important.
Uh thanks Kassi. I can never leave my house again..
Not wanting to re-spark a debate, but just a point of fact regarding the assertion that almost all terrorists are Arab. There are significant acts of terrorism every year, in most countries, perpetrated by non-Muslims. Those acts are hardly the exception. Read the State Department’s country reports on terrorism.
Chapter 5A: http://www.state.gov/s/ct/rls/45388.htm
Chapter 5B: http://www.state.gov/s/ct/rls/45392.htm
I agree Muffy. I went there in college, remember. It was our only option being that we lived in NEPA and the only other option were tiny hole in the wall bars. Even though the tiny bars usually had the best bands. Anyway, The Woodlands has some CREEPY mo-fo’s hanging out there. Ugh.
Haha, you want to talk about skeezy? Ever been to the Shadowbrook in Tunkhannock?
Bucky do I look like the kind of girl that would hide things behind my back? No no no!
Just dont look down my shirt..
Ahh…Muff…I do remember celebrating the 20th of April as though it were a national holiday.
Jess, I once saw a blues singer pull a FIFTH of Jim Beam from her cleavage. Nothin’ you got could be any scarier than that.
heh, Boobily Hooterson. Yeah, that’s the one.
As a kid I always thought that the parking meters looked like the eyes of monsters.
Any other takers??
Gina Normous Jugs?
The WOodlands SUCK IT! Always the same. Scantily clad barmaids that won’t get you a drink unless you got a dick between your legs and a twenty in your hand, and skeevy looking lounge lizard types hanging out on the fringe of the dance floor, eyeing up my fly booty. No thanks. Ill pass.
No kisses ’til you put down the taser you have hidden behind your back.
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