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The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
A wedding to a man(that isn't married) is like a funeral. Men get married not because they want to-they don't-but because society pressures them to. The IRS also pressures them to. To men, cheating is not an option if they truly love their mate. A wedding is pretty much a religious phase in life. I don't understand how a one inch band of metal is supposed to somehow alter a man. Yet, married couples claim that nothing changes. If nothing changes, why get hitched? A man or woman can just as easily have sex with someone other then their mate married or not. A weding is expensive. A divorce can cost as much as a wedding and sometimes more. Based on the law of averages from the past 40 years or so, why gamble? Weddings are more of a thank you from the church as much as they are a convenience for tax payers.— November 21, 2009 10:07 p.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
I followed along even though it didn't interest me. I never said anything because I'm not that kind of guy. I HATE weddings and I didn't feel like ruining your conversation by telling you that you were in fact droning on about it.— November 21, 2009 9:53 p.m.
San Diego Coalition of Reason
I struggled with the theory that there was a "God" for a few years during my early life. This was before I was raped and I started doing drugs so those weren't influences on my thoughts. I started having dreams that were presented in parts. Part 1: I'm walking down a medium sized hallway. The walls and celing are brick and mortar. The floor is dirt. I'm stacked. I look like Conan the Barbarian. My hair is long and flowing. There is a quest in my eye. I stumble upon a velvet curtain. The dream ends. Part 2: I open the curtain to reveal a very large room. It too has walls and a celing made of brick and mortar. I'm hesitant but I step inside. The dream ends. Part 3: I turn to my side and look. There's a large wood table with people seated around it. Not just mere mortals, these were Gods. Every God known to the free thinking world sat around it. In the dead center of the table was a slow spinning globe. They are in a heated discussion but I can't understand the words. The dream ends. Part 4: I walk cautiously to the table. Nobody notices me. There is an empty seat. I approach and there is a voice. It tells me to sit so I obey. As I sit, I understand their conversation even though they speak in native tongues. They are discussing the world at large and the history thus far. They are speaking of a man named Hitler. They don't call him evil even though they are wary of his motives. The dream ends. Part 5: They end their discussion of Hitler and start discussing me. I don't want to be rude and interupt. They talk about the future and how evil I am but that I have a golden heart. They laugh and say that I am a product of my environment. Then it hits me...I am my own God. I and I alone control my destiny. The dream ends. I believe in A God. Not THE God but A God. I believe that we have a creator. Who or what that creator is, I don't know but I believe he exists even if I am that creator. I don't believe in a book written upteen thousands of years ago by a human that had no current grasp of the scientific world. I don't believe in a church that says it's ok to stone a man for adultery and that says it hates gays. I don't believe in organized religion. I pray everyday even when I don't realize it. I don't need a house of the Holy to seek when there's A God inside my very soul that I can communicate with. I don't believe in hocus pocus. I don't believe in the Ten Commandments. I do believe that when I die, my God will welcome me back where ever it was that I came from. He'll talk shop with me over a cold bottle of Leinenkugel's. He may even have another mission for me in another universe. I believe in A God. A loving God. A patient God. A hero God.— November 21, 2009 9:46 p.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
I was the one who brought up Aiken. He's about as talented as a wedding. And Ms.Grant, I NEVER said you specifically when refering to Aiken. I was categorily bringing up his name while infering fodder.— November 21, 2009 9:18 p.m.
Help! Help! Help!
What about the NRANAMBLA? You know....those white supremacists who fondle AK-47s and little boys. :-D— November 21, 2009 7:51 p.m.
Jewlery Heists and Transporting Valuables
I wonder why the guy wasn't packin' heat. Most states, Cailfornia included, allow jewelers to carry concealed weapons due to the risky nature of their travels. I too am allergic to bees and it sucks. Haven't been stung in a few years though.— November 21, 2009 7:48 p.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
SD-If you come off looking like an ass, I'll call you an ass. I'm not going out of my way either. I call 'em as I see 'em. My comment about the playground was just that-a comment. I don't see anyone else on these boards picking it apart subtle nuance by subtle nuance. Again, you WAAAAAAAAAY overanalyzed it. If that's how you go through life, fine. I have no problem with that. Just don't get all butthurt when people like me make fun of people like you for doing so. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal_retentive— November 21, 2009 7:42 p.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
And SD? This IS my playground. Like I've stated before, when the bell rings, I just hit the red X in the upper right-hand corner of my screen and it's back to class. Recess is OVA!— November 21, 2009 5:17 p.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
SD-I certainly wasn't trying to say that I was being toungue-in-cheek. If you look at this forum objectively, you'll see it looks ALOT like an elementary school playground. As for my interlopers remark, I was just trying to say that people shouldn't come in here for the first time thinking it's a bed of roses. It's not. Myself included, we're a very territorial group. You can't deny that. I'm with refried when he says it doesn't bother him if you ladies drone on endlesly for hours about weddings or Clay Aiken or anything else. If I feel like adding something to the conversation, I will. If not, I ignore it and go on.— November 21, 2009 5:12 p.m.
The Oprah Brouhaha
Thanks, Josh. I move next Saturday. My buddy from down the block is going to help. Not too much furniture to move and about 40 boxes or so. Everything SHOULD fit in the big U-Haul truck. I see what you're saying regarding the FCC.— November 21, 2009 3:47 p.m.