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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.

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.

I could try to be serious and everything, but then I would get bored and fall asleep

Yes Annabelle, its used also fo commenting on KBBAW’s life.

Milford by Matamoras! My old flame hails from Mata and lives in Milf now.
I said Milf.

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!

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.

What about Matt Damon?

Apples!

Apples!

Twice even! ooops

That out-of-focus meter looks like some sort of alien robot. I can hear it saying “All your base are belong to us”.

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.

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.

They aren’t THE eyes of monsters…no, the actual eyes are somewhere deep beneath the concrete. Parking meters serve as their periscopes…

Wait … your father’s a Republican AND he DOESN’T play golf??

I didn’t think that ever happened…

Bucky @ 109 – I love you.

What are the odds that comments will be off tomorrow?

closet metro – I’ll take odds on that one, buddy.

Katie, I used to live in Milford, PA- is that close to where you grew up?

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?

Uh thanks Kassi. I can never leave my house again..

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?

Ahh…Muff…I do remember celebrating the 20th of April as though it were a national holiday.

As a kid I always thought that the parking meters looked like the eyes of monsters.

Any other takers??

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.