from the moment of fertilization the child has a unique DNA code, that's SCIENCE fellas

it was canucks under british officers

shares the cool

yep, its hell compared to several hundred million people working to better themselves

can't allow the "special interests" to win

No you don't. and if Obama is all BS then he doesn't get the respect of, say, Reagan, who WAS something

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvg7lRsCVJ8

Reagan was saying this in 1964, and still saying it in 1976, and 1988

Hmm I think I have the Love Letters of Einstein book where he asks a grad student to come to his hotel and check out his "foot"

He died of syphilis ya know

My idle character is named playername and he is a Cllass which is like a druid who never levels

I did miss that, he lied about 200,000 Germans being there, Berlin police said 75,000

>.ow, and you can leave out the hardest whiners <<

awwww not meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Nolio can't come to the forum right now.

He had to go to work.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agnKPLrG2E0

Nolio must play then, to give Arnor a chance

The Yell lit his third cigar of the morning and played with the chrome lighter.   Across the street, Mafia 15 was breaking up, the players snarling and shouting at each other as they staggered backward to their parked cars.  Arsy remained behind, frowning over his clipboard.   The Yell squinted at him through the smoke.  When the last angry squeal of tires disappeared down the block, The Yell rose from his bench and strode swiftly into the building after arsy.

Arsy's office was a plush hive on the third floor, cream and wine-red carpet strewn with fine hardwoods rendolent of lemon.  The fluorescents were off and the London sunrise was julienned by the ceiling-to-floor venetian blinds.  Arsy sprawled behind a fourteen foot mahogany desk, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a shoulder holster, drinking a spritzer of Lambrusco.  He saw The Yell slam the door home with his heel and spat wine four feet.  His splayed hands grabbed for his Desert Eagle but The Yell was faster and Arsy's fist was pinned into his own armpit and a .32 Savage automatic was pinned into his right nostril.   "Plughaaaa" whimpered arsy.

"You write the ending" smiled The Yell.

Socialized medicine means when I bust a knuckle changing a washer in a faucet, I better get a free cold pack and bandage, the attendant better be an MD, I shoud have an MRI and xray, I better hear for the 10th time about that "harmless" bump on my arm, I should get a free massage and fresh fruit cup, and use the pool and sauna aftwerwards. And the painkiiller should be harder than Tylenol and not conflict with alcohol. And be free.

Don't tell me the richest nation on earth can't cover that. Its a right. This aint east germany yknow.