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Whenever I feel bad about how little money I make I like to convert it into a foreign currency. That usually cheers me up. Like, I make over HALF A MILLION Indian rupees a year. And over 17 MILLION Iraqi Dinars! How awesome is that?

Personally, I think this thread is the cat's pajamas--or even the bees' knees!

QUOTE(kapkomet @ Jul 17, 2005 -> 05:16 PM) This thread is just a little too :puke for me. Not your cup of tea?

Sometimes, I love this team more than my own mother. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

QUOTE(Rex Hudler @ Jul 17, 2005 -> 02:14 PM) I know when this thread is complete, I'll be able to look myself in the mirror and know I gave it my full effort day in, day out. Awwww! You are so sweet sugar wouldn't melt in your mouth!

QUOTE(3E8 @ Jul 17, 2005 -> 02:05 PM) I wanted to add to this thread, but couldn't think of anything to contribute. I guess if you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Come on! You can't win if you don't play! Quitters never prosper!

Definitely an A for effort here.

Off the top of my head, maybe Thomas Lovel-Beddos? Or maybe he's too Gothic. I'll try and dig out my Norton to thumb through. . .

Do you have an era or timeframe for when he wrote? Or a style?

Used to be the Expos, now, I'm a one team kind of girl. . .

QUOTE(Texsox @ Jul 16, 2005 -> 05:07 PM) Gee next time I have a stomach ache, can I lie on your stomach and have a peppermint and see if it makes mine go away? QUOTE(SoxFan1 @ Jul 16, 2005 -> 05:09 PM) Took the words out of my mouth....sounds like some freaky chick-s***... :headshake :headshake :headshake I try to help out and. . .

Hell yeah! That was nerve wracking, but it's a win! That's 60 isn't it?

That was messier than it needed to be. But, a win is a win is a win.

can someone do play by play pls.

QUOTE(SoxFan1 @ Jul 16, 2005 -> 11:40 AM) Stomach aches f***ing suck... Lie on your stomache and have a peppermint--that usually makes mine go away.

QUOTE(FlaSoxxJim @ Jul 15, 2005 -> 06:05 PM) Maybe she's looking for replacement parts? Sounds like a good horror flick... Frankengranny and the House of Respite Lol, yeah she probably could be. *note to self: keep knives away from woman that wants your legs*

QUOTE(Goldmember @ Jul 15, 2005 -> 05:30 PM) you're gonna have to post a picture now so we can see what all the hoopla was about... I can assure you the hoopla was unwarrented. I just found it funny that she was so incredibly fixated on my legs. Odd.

I volunteer for this respite program and sit with old people while their caregiver runs errands or just takes a break. Today I was wearing a skirt (it would pass the Catholic school test for length, so I wasn't being indecent) and this old lady, was like, "Look at her legs! They're so strong! You have such wonderful legs." For the entire time I was there. I was flattered (she wasn't blind), but my legs are definitely nothing to rave about for 3 hours. It was so funny, though, she just would stare at them. Next time I go there I'm wearing long pants. Although, my self esteem is significantly higher now than it was before I went over there. . .

QUOTE(Chisoxfn @ Jul 15, 2005 -> 04:46 PM) I'm convinced to actually sound french that I'd have to smoke like 20 packs of cigarettes a day for the rest of my life. That way I'd get that whole nasal sound down. Which is why I though, as a Chicagoan, I would have no problems picking it up.

QUOTE(Chisoxfn @ Jul 15, 2005 -> 04:34 PM) You just watch out...I could get even worse with my yours/you are and theirs/there's. I'm actually gonna be taking an advanced french class this semester (had 3 years of it a while back but haven't taken it in about two years and I'm afraid I'm gonna fail the damn course cause I'll have forgotten too much). That's impressive. I think French is probably the hardest romance language to learn. I never got my eu, u, ou sounds straight. It's a hard language.

QUOTE(Chisoxfn @ Jul 15, 2005 -> 04:27 PM) France and Cruise are still deuche's in my book. Yet I can somehow speak the language semi-fluently (uggh). Wow, that's better than your English!!!

I've gone to ball games alone a couple of times. A few times in MN I drove up with my friend, but we would sit separately to avoid violence. If I lived in Chicago I would go alone, also because I don't like it when people talk during the game, so I enjoy games alone more.

And that's why. . . Every time I look down on this timeless town whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, more and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

You got Cingular, cool! Now you can call me for free EVERY DAY!!!!!

HAPPY HAPPY!!!!!! Way to get born!