i'd probably go see jesus die, then stick around to see him come back.

then, i'd go have a beer with hitler and see if i could steer him away from a career in politics (aside: it's probably good that the holocaust happened when it did because with today's technology a man in adolf's shoes could do MUCH more damage in far less time).

i'd go warn everyone about the economy going down the toilet...but they wouldn't listen.

it's insane how often i run into exes and people i used to know. i don't even live in the same part of the city i used to and there are millions and millions of people in the area. strange.

i'm single because i'm not into dudes? ok...i guess single is how i'll have to stay then.

for me a romantic date means a gormet meal, fine wine, dim lighting and the finest accomodations.

translation: my best frozen pizza (usually digiorno or freschetta), some of my "good" beers (shiner, rahr, guinness, etc.), the kitchen light we forgot to turn out, and the hammock in my back yard. how could anyone turn that down?

i've talked to a lot of women on here and even met a few. it's sort of hard to make that jump sometimes. near-total anonymity to face to face no buffer exposure. some are scared to meet. that makes perfect sense these days.

i've also had several emails from men. the subject line is usually something like, "hey bro, know you're straight but...". others put, "hey sexy i want you to put your bleep in my bleep and call me a bleep." as the subject. . no thanks to the former, NO WAY to the latter.

it's only pleasant 98 (heat index of 100) now down from 103 this afternoon.

left whole, this cookie could have cured cancer...too bad.

go to the store, stand on the shelf next to mrs. butterworth and see how many people put you in their cart.

i remember when the internet first started creeping into peoples' homes. i was maybe 12 or 13 and my friend's parents had it for work. he used to pose as a doctor in medical chatrooms and ask people to email him photos and drawings of the female anatomy. he thought he was so clever until his mom walked in during a chub rub.

she did not tell him he'd go blind.

wow, that's just weird. so is the mushroom thing. you must have had an interesting childhood .

the stuff my mom told me was pretty accurate. it usually went, "stop doing (insert dangerous activity here) or you'll get hurt. i never stopped and eventually i usually got hurt.

i had a great uncle that told me if i played with fire i'd wet the bed. he was full of crap because i played with fire A LOT and i was not a bed-wetter.

those come in a 12 pack at walmart now. in the bread aisle...don't ask me why.

play travel scabble? yeah that's fun.

"little things" is one of the greatest songs of the 90s. bush usually didn't make any sense but the music was good.

i saw one drive a golf cart once. that was cool. he backed it into a tree.

i've fought myself in a dream before but you could tell that one of me was cgi

when i have a naked in public dream i don't mind it.

i'd say some dreams are the subconscious trying to resolve issues in life that we have difficulty dealing with while awake. sometimes that means dragging out memories stuffed in the back of the brain's warehouse or sort of running a defrag to organize thoughts.

on the other hand, sometimes it just seems more like somebody let a chimp loose in a library and he's running around flinging books everywhere and getting the stories all mixed up. the chimp is whering read overalls because that's the funniest attire for chimps.

leader. work, school, life in general, i've always stepped up to take charge when necessary but i'm not one of those people who tries to boss everyone around constantly. they need to grow up and get over their insecurities.

i think it's interesting to see people who MUST be led and tended. they just sort of freeze up or beg for instructions when they hit a speedbump. i actually prefer to lead other leaders so that they can handle their part of a project and make some judgment calls on their own within reason. sometimes that means my leadership gets challenged. hey i don't mind some competition.

i agree. i allow topless women at my house because i believe in equality.

while it's true the corvette never had a v6 the original engine was the "blue flame" i6. and f-bodies have included a 4-banger or v8 as a base engine for much of their run. they sell well to people who want the style but don't care about performance....yeah, i find that disturbing too.

the camaro ss models have the LS2 (yeah, that's a 6.2L V8).

the v6 has hp about the same as the basic LS1 did in the 4th gen trans am, formula firebird and z28. the ws-6, firehawk, camaro ss, and other highend or specialty models had a bit more of course. what the new v6 lacks is torque....the most important thing for a muscle car.

and btw, the new vette concept is an abomination. ok, we already had to deal with the flip-up headlights being cancelled on the c6. i got used to it. but now they think they can just delete the signature 4-tail lights that have been there for most of the run...come on! and trying to combine c3-style huge fenders with a c5/c6 huge butt just doesn't work imo. idk what i think about the possibility of it being mid-engine. seems like blasphemy in the church of corvette, but there are purists who say the corvette died once they swapped the solid axle for independent rear. i say the handling benefits are worth it, particularly in the 84.

wow, a perfect job of tearing down a compliment.