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Wow, all youngins today. Happy Birthday, you nutty bastards!

So does Hannah Montana.

Happy Birthday, Joe! You and Butler and Lewis started this whole thing for me.

If there is a God, then I don't see the value of having to be broken down to the point of total desperation in order to "turn to him." Reminds me of the old Dennis Miller quote, "nobody finds Jesus on prom night." Sorry, I just expect a little more from an all-powerful deity. Like maybe he could appeal to my sense of reason, for example, instead of house-breaking me like a puppy who peed on his rug. If you want to see me cry and beg, you don't need a god for that. You could achieve the same result with a couple thugs with some rope and a pair of pliers. Doesn't prove a damn thing.

Sure you can, as long as you look at life as a series of absurd but entertaining slapstick misadventures.

I didn't see your post when I mentioned fudgsicles. I think he should get both.

Fudgsicles. When was the last time you had fudgsicles?

I just go with the assumption that no one really knows what the hell he/she is talking about, including me.

I can't listen to this stuff at work. However my take is that the entire body of what can be called religious doctrine, all throughout history, is simply a collection of made-up answers to questions that people are afraid to admit they don't have real answers for.

Here's my favorite part...

Frances McDormand. She's in a lot of good stuff. Blood Simple and Short Cuts are favorites of mine.

Mr. Mohra: So, I'm tendin' bar there at Ecklund and Swedlin's last Tuesday and this little guy's drinkin' and he says, "So where can a guy find some action? I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake." And I says, "What kinda action?" and he says, "Woman action, what do I look like?" And I says, "Well, what do I look like, I don't arrange that kinda thing," and he says, "I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake," and I says, "Well, this ain't that kinda place." Officer Olson: Uh-huh. Mr. Mohra: So he says, "So I get it, so you think I'm some kinda jerk for askin'," only he doesn't use the word jerk. Officer Olson: I understand. Mr. Mohra: And then he calls me a jerk and says the last guy who thought he was a jerk was dead now. So I don't say nothin' and he says, "What do ya think about that?" So I says, "Well, that don't sound like too good a deal for him then." Officer Olson: Ya got that right. Mr. Mohra: And he says, "Yah, that guy's dead and I don't mean of old age." And then he says, "Geez, I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake." Officer Olson: White Bear Lake? Mr. Mohra: Well, Ecklund & Swedlin's, that's closer ta Moose Lake, so I made that assumption. Officer Olson: Oh sure. Mr. Mohra: So, ya know, he's drinkin', so I don't think a whole great deal of it, but Mrs. Mohra heard about the homicides down here and she thought I should call it in, so I called it in. End o' story. Officer Olson: What'd this guy look like anyway? Mr. Mohra: Oh, he was a little guy. Kinda funny lookin'. Officer Olson: Uh-huh. In what way? Mr. Mohra: Oh, just in a general kinda way.

dude, seriously

???????, WOW

I have as much respect for you right now as I have ever had, or ever will.

On this day a TBD legend was born. Happy Birthday!

Dammit! I was almost home free.

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What's disappointing to me is that, in the midst of all the talk about it being racially offensive (which I do not really care about), we are distracted from the fact that it is painfully and awkwardly unfunny. This is the part that offends me and I think the Spaniards should be held accountable not for being insensitive, but for being unimaginative humorless dullards--a harsher indictment in my opinion.

I'm not sure of the correct term for a plurality of bastards. I believe it's "gaggle." Happy Birthday you gaggle of bastards!

If they're cut short enough, you can see a little bit of the pockets sticking out. Hopefully that's the only thing sticking out.

You also have to understand that these people are Sandwich Artists. Their allegiance is to the purity of their artistic sandwich vision. You are a fool if you think you can dictate to the Truthfullness of Art.

I don't understanding anything Beerball just wrote. But, nonetheless, Happy Birthday Petrino! Have a great one!

I don't think it's wise to be celebrating other teams' injuries. The football gods are spiteful gods. I personally would prefer for all opponents to be at full strength. That way they will have no excuses when they lose.