I got tired of reading the same names over and over again,so I don't know if I got picked or not. Probably not though.
cyd0099
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Who didn't get picked in any of the "most hot" lists?
by MsMcDucket in.
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i will tell you why i think that you didn't get picked later.
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New Video of DF announcement at door
by inbyathread instarting a new thread so that everyone can find the link.. this is the video of the elders trying to act smart stupid.
http://www.savefile.com/files2.php?fid=5509435.
they will keep the file as long as it is downloaded once every 14 days.. enjoy
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cyd0099
So preprogrammed. Not at all the scripture-wielding, fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants, adaptable, able ministers I was brought up to think Dubs were... And to think, I thought my preaching at the doors wasn't ever good enough.
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JW Reply to my Blog about Pedophile
by Saoirse inhttp://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendid=32415610&blogid=77468165&indicate=1 .
i posted the news story about the two-time convicted jw sex offender, jimmy chronister, in my myspace blog.
i got this reply from a jw:
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I'm just glad to be here at the shop after hours. I burst laughing out loud.
On topic; It's sad to see programming at work. The potential for independant thought crushed by endless repetition of Dub jargon, "wait on jehovah". -
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Aussie receives citation for asking for quiet in a Texas theatre.
by daystar infull story
i'm quite embarassed that this happened in my home state.
but these fruitcakes are all over the place.
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Amen,Undercover!
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Aussie receives citation for asking for quiet in a Texas theatre.
by daystar infull story
i'm quite embarassed that this happened in my home state.
but these fruitcakes are all over the place.
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cyd0099
auugh! This is so stupid.
I wouldn't own a cell phone if I didn't manage properties. I hate the dang things and this is a prime example of why.
I bet the conversation in the moviehouse went somethinglike ths;
"hello? Nothin'... watchin' a movie. What you doin'?"
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Sunday drive
by cyd0099 inreally quick, .
my g/f and i took a day trip back to the 'land where i once was a dub' .
i showed her where i lived and worked.
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cyd0099
So true. I may have been wierded out by my own personal archeology, but I've moved on. I've left behind the loneliness, the misery, I've had my vistas laid out before me and my choice of which path to take are many.
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Sunday drive
by cyd0099 inreally quick, .
my g/f and i took a day trip back to the 'land where i once was a dub' .
i showed her where i lived and worked.
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It's why I like this board. It's so hard to explain to somebody (like my girlfriend) who hasn't been there.
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What book are you reading now?
by Dimples ini just stated reading a book called "the lovely bones" by alice sebold.
i am beginning chapter 3. here is the excerpt from the inside cover:
when we first meet susie salmon, she is already in heaven.
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cyd0099
Bone Palace Ballet, poems by Charles Bukowski
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I broke down,
by cyd0099 inand put up a full face icon!
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cyd, of the "my jokes aren't funny so i have to explain them" class
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cyd0099
Thank you, thank you all.
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Sunday drive
by cyd0099 inreally quick, .
my g/f and i took a day trip back to the 'land where i once was a dub' .
i showed her where i lived and worked.
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cyd0099
Really quick,
My g/f and I took a day trip back to the 'Land Where I Once Was a Dub'
I showed her where I lived and worked. My old red farmhouse has fallen into abandonment. Boarded up, broken, and overgrown. Sad, really.
I could see into the old barn through some slats. Hanging on a hook was my old broken road bike where I left it eighteen years ago. it was unridable when I moved out and now it is purely trash but I felt the strongest urge to kick in a part of the wall of the barn, grab it and run.
It was my bike, my baby, my oasis. I would ride in my late teens and early twenties because even though I had the Truthâ„¢, I had nothing, really. It was miles into the countryside where I felt at peace. racing down a winding country road in full tuck, sometimes exceding the posting speed limit, gave me clarity and focus and an exhileration like nothing else.
In my head, it was intimate proof I was there, I lived, I worked, I went to meetings and I someday I would walk away from it all to re-invent myself.
Now my head is racing, I'm a little freaked out,and I cannot sleep.