"Would lady provide telephone number so lady and gentleman can converse, rather than e-mailing back and forth, which is tedius, impresonal as well as not being able to hear each other voices, as lady would agree, correct?"

Wow... and speaking like that isn't impersonal, tedious, and archaic? That guy sounds like a spoiled little *****. It's probably **** Cheney's son or something.

I WIN UGGOS!

ß = scheisse (oder, scheiße)

They will censor you if you talk about ************ to peoples ********.

Everything pisses me off. Especially people, and internet people.

Nothing that tuning the piano can't fix :)
The cold makes the strings tighten up, raising their pitch and making them go sharp.

Well American is going to be what we call spanglish. There is no law saying that English is the official language. English is the De Facto language, but still there is no law.
I wouldn't expect to see a law passed either. Does it really matter? How inconvenienced have you been by people who don't speak English? It seems like a pointless issue to distract from other things that are more important.

saw that coming. Good to see someone else being pessimistic!

I don't believe in god, so I can't say that I believe he hates pride. I think if god were to exist and hate pride tho, it would be because people should consider themselves equal. Pride creates jealousy.
I used to be a Christian, so if anything, he changed my focus from him to his nonexistence(or misguided belief that he does not exist, depending on what you believe).

I almost drowned once when I was a little kid. I don't know if god saved me or not, My mom grabbed my hand and pulled me out of a whirlpool.

My relationship with God is uhm... nonexistent?

Have you ever wondered if you were crazy and just imagining life? I do sometimes...

Walking to town one day, i saw an old man sitting by the road.
In passing we gently nodded to one another and I continued on my way.
I was on my way to speak with the mayor, about the appropriation of my farm to build a highway.
This seemed wrong to me, as the land was passed down from generations ago.
Father to son, Father to son.

I arrived at city hall and found the mayor's office, in which I was greeted by a secretary.
She said the mayor was in an important meeting with a clergyman or official,
The exact conversation I do not recall. I made an appointment for the following day,
and made my way home with no certain haste.

As I left the city, there he was, the old man from before, solemnly observing the passers by.
I stopped to inquire and he knew my intentions, and so greeted me with a "Yes, how do you do?"
I asked the old man If he ever knew of an honest man, to which he replied he had never seen one,
as far as he knew, one never existed.

Then, to my surprise, he asked me a question.
"What is it like?", bemusing me, he clarified "To trust others?"
To this I had no answer, and struggled for quite some time,
but a reply eluded me.

I bid him farewell and thanked him for his time,
and made my way back home, to lay down for the night.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow I will be heard, of that I am sure.

I'm 19, but I will be 20 Dec 3rd, so I guess I count.
Let's do cool stuff before we become those lame old people in the 40-50 thread.

I don't give a damn! :D

ball bouncy

Pie thrower

... Dayeum....

Dam, it feels good to be a Gangsta.

cracker=european

Glacial

LOLCATS!