Afghan war may be lost
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Cosmo wrote:...
My guess... you get light headed... and no one around you knows you've ripped one.
I guess a certain amount of it you breathe back in and process for a second go like a catalytic converter on a car. Al Gore would like that.Progress is not made by everyone joining some new fad,
and reveling in it's loyalty. It's made by forming coalitions
over specific principles, goals, and policies.
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hippiemom wrote:Or was it because they hate us for our freedom?
i think they hate our freedom becuase we steal from them our Convenience. Is convenience freedom? Nope - its just another word twisted to mean something else during this war.we don't want war, but we still want more?0 -
not4u wrote:i think they hate our freedom becuase we steal from them our Convenience. Is convenience freedom? Nope - its just another word twisted to mean something else during this war.
'Give Me Convenience... or Give Me Death'.Allen Fieldhouse, home of the 2008 NCAA men's Basketball Champions! Go Jayhawks!
Hail, Hail!!!0 -
Cosmo wrote:...
Only contains the greatest song of all time.. 'Holiday In Cambodia'.
My favourite is 'Saturday night holocaust'
Saturday Night Holocaust"
There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work
There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamme
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slits
Tape my temple watch me go
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
If I lit a match for you
You'd melt before my eyes
C'mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights are throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
A Hitler youth in jogging suit
Smiling face banded 'round his arm
Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do
We need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
Customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
To Auschwitz condominiums we go
Oh no
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time0
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