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Un po' superbo...dietro il suo cancello! :AH-HA_wink:

galvanic response

Hey, didn't anyone tell them the steps aren't to code?

gravity

Like 867 said up above, they don't know what they want! Most men are pretty linear and women can't get there, so it creates friction.My Dad was, as far as I can see, happily married to my Mom. I mean, you know, parents are weird and all, but I think my Dad was quite observant about women, especially since he came from an era and a country where women were deferential to the "man that brought home the bacon." He said that "since women are weaker (physically), they compensate in that they have to fight dirty and with a mind f*ck." (said in another language, but translated). WMJ, you should have told the bitch that you are at war with vaginas attached to fat chicks.

Appartamento con un bidet pieno di cacca! Now that I have your attention!Great pictures, Mustang...thank you! BTW, I don't know where in Rome you hang your hat, but other than my 1st cousin near Bracciano, I have other cousins who live a couple of blocks from the Metro station called "Re di Roma," on a side street from Via Taranto. A couple of Athens comments: The metro really is nice, especially for a southern European city. In 2002, you couldn't yet take it all the way to the airport. Did you see the hourly changing of the guard ceremony at Syntagma Square where those dudes wear those skirts and those shoes that appear to have pom-poms? A lot of cats in Greece, right? The food kicks ass, right? I'm more partial to Portugal and Spain, but I will probably get back to Greece within the next 3 years...it was very relaxing in the more rural areas and the islands.

Galore! (Did you see "Goldfinger"?)

Are you as much of a character at work as you are here?

Was law school ever in your plans? :AH-HA_wink:

wiretap

I'm driving home after lunch and realize that my odometer is about to roll over to an even number (you know, ending at ,000)...but it wasn't quite there. So, I didn't pull into the driveway and instead drove around the neighborhood a little more to make it get to that "magic number." I find that I've done this more than once, among other weird quirks. Do you do this kind of crap with your car? Or, do you have other weird quirks you care to share?

The first part: funny! As for languages to learn, that was exactly the reason I took French for 2 and a half years in high school. Then, in college, I took Spanish for a change and to facilitate vacation travel as an adult to places I wanted to go: namely Spain and Argentina. I sure as hell didn't learn it to help out somebody's lazy ass. And that was the same reason I taught myself Portuguese - so I can vacation over there, or possibly in Brazil, and enjoy it more.

Classe economica My response to thread: economy

Looks like a sophomore business curriculum somewhere, am I right, WMJ?Been through that drill ! But you're a smart one, so I'm sure you'll do well...then, when the week is over, you can ponder jiggly titties! :AH-HA_wink:

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WMJ is the KING of "off the wall" on this site...uhm...maybe he shares that title with Satty.

Grew up in L.A. (Latin America, LOL) and went to Mexico for the FIRST TIME last year because my friend from San Diego twisted my arm. It is a mere 134 miles from where I grew up. It was Tijuana that we went to and it was nothing short of gross. Yet, I've been to Spain 4 x and to Argentina 2 x and they are 11 hours away by plane. Is it any wonder? Yada yada...I know the beaches at Cancun/Cozumel and down at Cabo/Puerto Vallarta are very nice but I don't want to go to a place where you should fear driving (just in case you were to get in a wreck) to avoid landing in some far away jail and have to bribe your way out...at least that's what I've been told...it's corrupt. If someone wants to come here, they need to pull their 'effin weight and stop complaining. And I resent bilingual everything because that is not an option available to all immigrants. Those coming from countries with smaller representations do not have that luxury. My parents had to learn to speak English...quickly.

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same to you!Response to thread: irrational

Agreed.

I got to try the "Sleep Number" system at a Radisson once. Mine is "30." Fairly soft. Slept like a baby.As for your second comment, I won't touch that, but can use my imagination.

Happy birthday to the only Angeleno I know brazen enough to take on the name of the city. Enjoy! I'm filing my taxes today... and I'm including a check. Happy birthday, Los Angeles!

Ha ha ... c'mon, how often do you see an X-body going down the street? But when you do, it's funny! Kind of like seeing a Maverick with plaid seats, for God's sake!