Forgive my ignorance...what's a wikipedia?
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OMG I'm becoming a wikipedia addict!
by TresHappy in.
i find myself there several times a day.
anyone else?
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What is the ONE word that describes you best?
by In Between inwas thinking about this today while heading' down the road and thought it might be a fun topic.
if you break it down to the simplest degree, and i'm not necessarily talking about 'qualities' here ... but what one word, noun, adverb or adjective would you say describes you best?
for me: passion
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Everybodys doing it............................so
by vitty in.
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who can find me a nice new picture for my avatar.................something that will suit me......................anyone??????
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TweetieBird
Sorry, I'm the wrong one to ask. As you can see, I've had the same picture for several years now.
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Changes that will come in Jehovah's witnesses organization
by PeLe, ThE Soccer King ini have a strong reason to believe that the change that will be announced in next few days among jehovah's witnesses will bring a major "refining" work among its members.
take a note of this:
if are not regular in meetings and service of field than you're signalling that you're no longer a jehovah's witness.
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TweetieBird
Am I reading correctly? Are they actually making a change to state that if you are not attending meetings you will no longer be considered a dub? Or is this just speculation.
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Happy Friday - cute joke
by TweetieBird infred returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him he has only 24 hours to live.
given this prognosis, fred asks his wife for sex.
she agrees, and they make love.
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TweetieBird
Fred returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him he has only 24 hours to live. Given this prognosis, Fred asks his wife for sex. She agrees, and they make love.
About six hours later, the husband goes to his wife and says, "Honey, you know I now have only 18 hours to live. Could we please do it one more time?" Of course, the wife agrees and they do it again.
Later, as the man gets into bed, he looks at his watch and realizes he now has only 8 hours left. He touches his wife's shoulder and asks, "Honey, please just one more time before I die?"
She says, "Of course, dear." And they make love for the third time. After this session, the wife rolls over & falls asleep.
Fred, however, worried about his impending death, tosses & turns until he's down to 4 more hours. He taps his wife, who rouses.
"Honey, I have only 4 more hours. Do you think we could.....?"
At this point the wife sits up and says, "Listen Fred, I have to get up in the morning. You don't." -
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Your best travel multi level marketing
by TresHappy ini have a friend trying to get me to do this - i told her i wasn't interested, just another mlm scam.
anyone know about these folks?
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TweetieBird
I belonged to one several years back called "Travelmax." It was okay but like most MLMs, recruitment is what makes you the money. I felt it was a bunch of hype.
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Men vs. Women (Fluff but funny)
by TweetieBird inthe partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.
the first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
rebecca and gary.
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TweetieBird
Thanks, damselfly for making it readable.
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Men vs. Women (Fluff but funny)
by TweetieBird inthe partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.
the first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
rebecca and gary.
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TweetieBird
Sorry about the above...it put it all together. It's much more enjoyable to read if there are spaces between paragraphs. If anyone knows how to make that happen, please let me know. I am using a Mac, don't know if that is why it is happening.
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Men vs. Women (Fluff but funny)
by TweetieBird inthe partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.
the first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
rebecca and gary.
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TweetieBird
Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix: The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary. THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. (second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. (Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted, wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty, the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie. (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semiliterate adolescent. (Gary) Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!" (Rebecca) Asshole. (Gary) Bitch (Rebecca) F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL! (Gary) Go drink some tea - whore. (TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one.
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July KM for USA: Get ready, here come the ex-Bethelites!
by sir82 intext of article on page 3 of the usa kingdom ministry for july:.
title: they have set an example of faithfulness.
the year 1937 witnessed the beginning of a new avenue of full-time service--the special pioneer activitiy.
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TweetieBird
The congregation that I don't go to anymore has several ex-Bethelites and ex-CO's. Even though we live in a more affluent part of the country, most of the people in this hall are older and live in mobile homes. They barely have enough to live on, let alone support any more ex's. If they start sending them to areas that are struggling financially, you will probably see less donations to the almighty WTS.