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Granted, but now you're whirled. I wish for a fish that was placed on a dish, that was is quite delish, the fish, not the dish.

Stupidest thing I've ever done, well mama, I kille a man. Stuck the gun against his head. Pulled the trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, and now I've gone and thrown it all away. Naw, actually it would be the time I was trying out my friends gloves with steel shot in the knuckles and I punched a concrete wall, breaking my fifth metacarpal. And runescape, but I think everyone here's guilty of that.

Granted, but the birthday really sucks, you get a nasty sweater from your grandmother who insists you were it while helping her out to her car and just then that girl you really like walks past and laughs at you. You can no longer get a date because you've become eternally known as "nasty-sweater kid" I wish for whirled peas.

sorry, quoted instead of edited.

BANNED FOR MAKING A NEW PAGE WHICH CONFUSED ME INTO BANNING THE SMALL TEXT MAN WITH IRONICALLY LARGE LETTERS! I STILL USE GIANT TEXT BECAUSE I LIKE IT LIKE THAT!

Granted, but it's because you're in prison with a large southern man who thinks that you've got pretty teeth and wants you to squeel like a piggy. (Sorry, just saw 'Deliverance') I wish that this was still last year so I wouldn't have to remember to write '09 after all the dates I write.

Granted, but it is old, faded, and wrinkled so no one recognizes it as a dollar and it can't be used in any machines so now you have a worthless peice of paper instead. I wish I had a little piggy.

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:cry: Banned for ruining my hopes for an accepting runescape forum community.

1) Tommaso Sandrino (random, much?) 2) Italy 3)Foreign relations of Italy 4)United States 5)Epidemic (Change of approach) 6)Spanish Flu 7)Influenzevirus A 8)Human Flu 9)Cough 10)Mucus 11)Empty Nose Syndrome 12)Nasal Irrigation 13)Nasal Congestion 14)Common Cold 15)Tissue Culture 16)Tissue (Biology) 17) Relaized that nothing linked to what I was aiming for (tissue as in blow-nose tissue) so I gave up on this.

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A; It has something like 10 points, one at each corner. Q; What is the second law of thermodynamics?

Banned for dissing on the zombie. Oh, and your brains are eaten too.

But still, you sure as hell aren't going to punch me in the face, now are you?

Speaking of genetics, homosexuality being linked to genetics doesn't essentially mean it would die out. I haven't seen much research on homosexuality and genetics, but two things. If it's a recessive or complex gene, it could easily be a part of a major part of the population's genetic code. Second, genes aren't something that just happens. A major part of expression is the environment. As far as I know, I may be genetically gay but without the proper stimuli in early childhood and throughout life, I've become straight. So really, genetically speaking, the homosexual gene could easily run through the population. P.S. Some species other than humans have exhibited homosexual relationships, bonobos for one. Amongst primates the least violent species have the highest degree of homosexual relationships. Just an interesting fact.

I don't see the problem with Israel kicking some Hamas butt in Gaza, after all, Hamas started it all. What I don't get is why Israel is being made into the antagonist of the story. They've always been the underdog in the Middle East without any nearby allies. They've been forced into this offensive by Hamas and now the world is up in arms about it. And a "proportinate response" is stupid. If you want to punch me in the face and KNOW that all I'll do is punch you in the face, then if you're desire to punch me in the face outweighs you're indesire to get punched in the face, then you will. If, on the other hand, you know I'll pull a knife and cut you up, then you will be more hesitant to punch me in the face, unless you are suicidal, in which case the argument doesn't work.

I have no problem with homosexuality. First of all, it isn't really a choice. You can't choose who to love. Second, it's their life, why should we judge their actions. I say let two dudes kiss as long as they're not shoving the fact in my face. Yes, I'm a christian, a devote one too, but I can't see a loving God judging people merely on who they love. And to everyone who says that it's in the Bible, so is not sitting in a chair someone else has flatulated in. If you don't do that, then go ahead and use the bible to argue against homosexuality, but until then, don't pick and choose what portions of the Bible you should select. Oh, and one more thing that gets me. Why isn't homosexuality on of the Ten? The fourth is "Obey thy father and mother." Why is it then no one gets in such big deals about doing what mommy says as they do about two guys/gals get hitched.

Reciting this one from memory. Grandma used to tell me this one, she says it's from when she was a little girl. I'm putting a little more detail on it for reading on the net. [hide=The Fiddler]Many years ago in the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee, there lived a young man named Jimmy. Jimmy was known all over the area for his skill at playing the fiddle. His daddy had taught him the basics, but soon he had far excelled his father at the instrument. He was in high demand for all the gatherings of the area. Folks claimed that when he played, you merely had to close your eyes and you didn't feel like you were at home anymore. His music could carry you away to anywhere, from mountain tops to rich, green valleys. Well, each year Jimmy's hometown would hold a music competition. People from all over the region would come to try to win. Everyone knew that they wouldn't beat Jimmy, but still, getting second still said you were pretty good. Well, year after year, Jimmy would play his fiddle for the folks who would come to the competition. But as the years went by, even a great fiddle player like Jimmy can't escape the ravages of time. Jimmy played slower tunes, waltzes and ballads instead of the jigs and reels he could play in his younger years. One year, as the competition started, no one had seen Jimmy. He lived far back in a holler in the mountains, so it wasn't like he would stroll around town everyday, but he NEVER missed the competition. The night wore on and the folks listened to one act after another, but still no Jimmy. Finally, just as the competition was about to end, Jimmy walked onto the stage. The crowd hooted and hollered for him, glad to see him back. But Jimmy looked sickly, pale as ash, face skinny as a snake. His hands were almost all bone with little meat on them. It was whispered around the crowd that Jimmy must be feeling sick and that's why he had come so late, the hike from his cabin must have taken too much out of him, so he had been sleeping until he had enough energy to play. As Jimmy placed his bow across the fiddle strings, a musical tune eminated from them. Almost everyone agreed that this was the best he had ever played, even in his sickly state. It was a haunting funeral dirge, bringing to mind the gates of heaven and the choirs of angels, winter mornings and cold, windswept snow. They all could almost see their relatives who had passed on before, and remembered them fondly. As the final notes of the tune drifted away into the rafters, the room was silent. No one dared disturb the following silence with applause. Jimmy simplied stood up and walked off the stage and up the road that led to his cabin. The next day, a group from the town decided to bring Jimmy's prize money up to him. He had left so quickly and soon that no one had had a chance to give it to him. When they knocked on the cabin door, Jimmy's sister answered the door. She was dressed in the black of mourning, and instantly the townspeople knew what had happened. Jimmy must have died last night, his fiddle playing took the last out of him. His sister took them back behind the house to his grave, a simple wooden cross stuck into the ground above a lump of earth. One of the townspeople handed Jimmy's sister the money and said, "This is the money Jimmy won in the competition last night, I'm sure he would have wanted you to have it." "Last night?" replied the sister, "Jimmy died last week." The townspeople all were silent and stared at Jimmy's grave... My grandma lived at the foot of the mountain up which Jimmy's holler was. She said that if you went up there, you might just here the sound of a fiddle. If you do, she recommended, sit back, relax, enjoy the music. It's only Jimmy doing what he did best in life, and does best in death.[/hide]