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20/20 SHOW LAST NIGHT

by Mary in

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did anyone watch 20/20 last night?

here's what one of the stories was about;.

quite a few women who had planned on dedicating their lives to their country, have come forth to tell the horrors they've encountered while at training at the air force base (in colorado i think).. many women have been raped repeatedly by "superior officers".

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Crap like that happens in all organization. It's really very sad.

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Someone call the police

by whyhideit in

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it was a day like any other day in the police force.

we would get calls for help, and spend time talking to the victims and eternity writing reports out about what happened.

to no ones surprise the day began with a call from a woman that claimed to be the victim of a serial killer.

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It was a day like any other day in the police force. We would get calls for help, and spend time talking to the victims and eternity writing reports out about what happened. To no ones surprise the day began with a call from a woman that claimed to be the victim of a serial killer. We got the address and immediately went to her home and found her sobbing uncontrollable in the living room. My partner was a younger man and not as accustomed to the these type of events as me, so I did most the talking. "What is wrong mam?" She looked up and began to speak, "I am so glad to see you, I only hope it is not to late." This puzzled me a bit, "to late for what?" She cleared her tears and started to explain what was happening ... "About two years ago we met this man who was coming through town, he said he was hear to save us and to put us on a path for greatness. I did not pay much attention, but my husband ate it up word for word. Soon he was changing his life to please this man, from the way we ate to the way we spoke. The man would come in and out of our life from time to time, always wanting and demanding something. Yet he never really gave us anything. My husband somehow got it in his mind that this man was responsible for everything we had. We would get money, and he said this man caused it. We had something bad happen, and he said it was because we did not please this man. It went on and on like that for years. My husband even threatened to leave me once, if I ever spoke against this man in anyway to him again. A few months back I hired a private investigator to look into this man and his past, since we never really knew much about him before we met. Last week he showed up with a report on this man that was beyond belief. It seems this man had been doing these sort of controling things all over the world. He found evidence of him convincing a man to kill thousands of people with the jaw bone of a ox. We found evidence of him throwing a house servant to a mob to be rapped and cut to pieces. He had even traveled to small countries and caused wars that killed thousands. He set back and watched people kill children, without stopping them. He set back and watched people starve, without feeding them. He even started using names for himself like ANGER and JEALOUS, and yet people followed him even more and dedicated their lives to his service. We even found records that he once promised some land for his people, and to make them get it he dropped them off hundreds of miles from the location and made them walk for years across a desert to get the land he promised. When they got there, it was already owned by someone else. So he made them kill the owners and claim the land for themselves. The list went on and on, and he seemed so proud of his actions that he left records of it everywhere." ... the lady then began to sob some more. My partner set down with her and put his arm on her shoulder, "Mam, we really need to know more about why you called us here, if you want us to help. So far you have mentioned things this man did in the past, and that your husband follows him. We need to know what is happening now to make you call for our assistance. I assure you, we will do what ever we can to get this man brought to justice for the things he has done." The woman by this point had her head in her hands and was shaking in fear. She pulled herself together, as she knew she needed to get help. She pulled a piece of paper out from her purse and started to explain, " This morning when I woke up, I found this on the bed where my husband was sleeping. It says that he has taken my only son to the mountains and that he is going to sacrifice him to please this man. According to the letter, it says that the man asked him do to this in order to show him that we were truly faithful to him and worthy of his friendship." She then handed the paper to me and I read it over in my head. Sure enough, there is was. A letter explaining how her husband was going to sacrifice their son on a mountain top, at the request of this man she mentioned. I felt a sudden illness in my stomach. How could someone do such a thing, knowing what hardships this man had put on so many people in the past. How could they follow someone with such ANGER inside them. We took some more notes from the woman, and then my partner and I went back to the car to call it in. I picked up the microphone and called dispatch, "We need to put a all points bulletin out on this man that is terrorizing people across the world." Dispatch came back, "What is his name, we need exact spelling." I looked through my notes, "The lady here says he spelt his name J E H O V A H!"

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Those left behind, is there world better then ours? (Long)

by whyhideit in

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we had been at sea for months, without even the occasional glimpse of life beyond the waves.

the men and woman, they seemed weak and down trodden by the time on this great body of water.

i feared that with the coming days would come death, and perhaps illness that would further weaken our journey to a new world.

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We had been at sea for months, without even the occasional glimpse of life beyond the waves. The men and woman, they seemed weak and down trodden by the time on this great body of water. I feared that with the coming days would come death, and perhaps illness that would further weaken our journey to a new world. It seems like only days sense we left our former homes and set out over the waves to a land of hope and dreams. Our minds were filled with dreams of what life would be, and hopes of what opportunities would open themselves up to us in our new life. Yet as I sit here looking across the deck, and seeing those with whom I shared those dreams dying, I am sickened at the prospect that the land we had dreamed of. Would only welcome a ship full of corpses that could not withstand the journey. It was early in the morning that our look-out yelled the message we had dreamed would come one day, "Land Ho." The crew yelled in excitement, and mustered their last bit of energy to sail our vessel into the dreamed world and finish this journey that latest longer then we ever expected. It seemed to take days to get close enough, but soon we were dropping landing craft to paddle over to the beautiful world within our grasp. The beach was amazing, white sands being washed over by some of the clearest seas I had ever seen. The men were jumping out of the boats to swim to shore and walk into their new life, away from the despair they feared, but would never see. Finally we were there, the place we set out for and dreamed about. Life could now begin and we would be able to see our families raised in this new world of hope, paradise and freedom from the world we left behind. The journey may have been hard, and at times we thought life would end before the journey was completed. Yet here I stand on the beach of this new world, looking to the tropical world that now awaits us. The first few days have been interesting in this new world. The men and woman immediately started setting up their shelters and looking for things that they had heard would be here. Several members of the crew decided to head deeper inland and look deeper into what the world offers them. They said they would return with news, but we all figure there would be many months before we saw or heard from them again. Their were now small villages up in down the beach. The Larz family had convinced their friends to move in close to them, and promised to use their knowledge of farming to keep their friends feed. The Morgan family had attracted several of the settlers to their location with their knowledge of building and engineering. My family decided to set out on our own though, and moved down the beach many miles to learn to live by ourselves in this place of new hope and dreams. The beginning was hard for my wife and kids, but in time we crossed many challenges and learned to live the way we wanted. Our home was crude, but it had a roof to protect us from the rain. Our food consisted of the animals we found in the sea and the fruits we found in the trees. We were truly happy in our new home and we spent every day working on things to make it all the more to our liking. We wondered how the others were doing, but we decided to keep to ourselves for some time and then take a journey back up the beach to compare notes with those that did not set out on their own. I often wondered most about the Nichols bunch that set out to live deeper inland, "what did they find?", "was there more to this world that we were missing in this location?" Over a year passed since we had settled into our new home. My wife woke one morning and asked that we make a journey to the others and see how they were doing. I admit, I was curious how my old friends were doing living in the bunches they had settled on. After all, some of them were friends I had known for many years and we all left together to find this new world. I figured with their combined efforts, their villages were no doubt teaming with organization and love. My wife stayed with the younger kids and I took my oldest son Jonathon with me to make the journey. We took some items we had made and figured we could perhaps trade with the others for things they would have no doubt made in their time, as well. After all, the bartering system was something we had all agreed upon before we left the old world. It was several miles to the location we had first landed, and the journey took a good three days of walking. In time we arrived and things looked different then I expected. Yes their were still the beaches and ocean, but the villages they seemed smaller and less organized then I had thought I would see. We entered the first Larz family area first, there were farms everywhere. Yet it was obvious from their appearance that no one had tended to their health for some time. Where was everyone we wondered. The village was empty and yet it was obvious that people were living in these homes only a short time ago. We figured they must have all gone over to the Morgan families area for some function, perhaps a get together of joy. We found this thought exciting and figured we choose a fantastic time to return to see our old friends. We walked down the way to the place we remembered the Morgan's had picked out and were amazed at some of the homes that had been built. They put the shabby dwellings we were living in to shame, we wanted to examine what they did and perhaps take some of those ideas back with us to our own home. Yet much like the Larz location, this location was also quiet and unkept. Although there was some noise coming from the far side of the village. We walked in that direction and saw that it went down into a small canyon with a beautiful river making it's way to the sea. I was fascinated by the beauty and kept looking at the way the water was flowing, when my son suddenly screamed. I turned to him, "what the matter?" He was pale and only looked to the other side of the river. I looked in the same direction and before me laid what could only be described as horror. Body parts laying on the shore, rocks stained with blood, and small animals feeding off the remains. I could see that something was moving over there, so I told my son to stay where he was and I waded my way through the water to the other side. As I did, I saw bones in the rock bed down below my feet and the skull to someone I must have known. My stomach was sick and I feared of what more I would find. As I approached the movement, I realized that it was someone alive. He was beaten and bloody, but I could tell he was John Larz, one of the most prominent members of our expedition. I grabbed him and he looked into my eyes, "it's been along time, I never thought you would return." I demanded of him, "tell me what has happened here, tell me I must know." He coughed up some blood, and seemed near death. I shuck him to continue to speak, "New world, peace, security, yeah right." He paused for a minute and spoke some more, ... "It should have been so perfect, so wonderful and just like we dreamed. We blew it though, we blew it and we never even saw it coming." I asked for him to explain, and he started to speak again, "Everything was going just fine up until two weeks ago. We were having our troubles, yes those were all around. Yet nothing like what would happen when the only member of the Nichols group returned. He was near death and weak when he stepped into our villages. The people were scared at his site, and they began to treat him for his weakness and pain. We asked him what was beyond the beach and he did not speak. He seemed weak and scared, and kept saying crazy things like "were all going to die" and "no, no, no" and then he passed out. Within the hour he was dead. The woman were in a panic and the men were readying themselves for what they thought would be an attack. They started arguing with one another about how the battle would be fought and how the enemy would approach the village. Everyone was ready for the war, the end of their life and they stopped doing anything else. The crops were over growing and no one bothered to even eat from them. They were to scared and to frightened that this new world would be the end of their life. Late one night we heard a loud scream down in this canyon and we all ran down to see what it was, it was the Smith boy killed and lying on the rocks. One of the Morgan's was standing near by and the people started accusing him of taking the life of the boy. He said he didn't but before any questions could be asked, his throat was slit and his body was throw on to the rocks. Mayhem ensued and people started taking vengeance for all the deaths. I myself took the life of my best friend, and ripped the life away from his only two sons before someone grabbed me and beat me with a rock and left me for dead. It was brutal, bodies being sliced to pieced and blood was everywhere. By morning, no one was left alive. Children murdered for the crimes of their parents, woman killing and being killed. No life was spared. I have set in this place for days now, smelling the death and wishing to die. Yet death has eluded me, perhaps so that I can could be hear to tell you what happened. ... the man then began to shake. He looked at me and with his final breath and spoke, "nothing ever came, nothing ever came to attack us" and then his eyes rolled into his head and he fell limp into death. By this time the smell of death was making me ill. My shoes were covered in blood and the rooting flesh was all consuming. My son across the way could be seen getting sick over a rock. I walked back towards him and took him away from this site. We walked back to the empty villages, without speaking. We collected a few things we might need from the empty homes and abandoned crops and headed home. Leaving the world, that was these past friends behind us. We knew this would be the last time we ever looked at these villages and inside there was a sadness for what we once thought was going to be something better then we could ever imagine. Yet as we walked the long journey back to our homes, with the small things we took from the villages with us. We started to find joy in the fact that we had been wise in our decision to move out on our own as a family. Yes our journey was hard, and our progress was slow. Yet a year later, life is still in our home and death and anger was all that was inside the place we once thought was so much better then us. The people turned on themselves, the people killed those whom they claimed to love, even though they claimed to be in a place of such love and hope. They were not far off from turning their world into a place of torment in hell, by simply not getting the message of someone that was not even part of their group. As these thoughts went through my mind and I continued in my journey home, to the point that our home was now in site. My smile grew larger with each step, not because I was glad to leave my fallen friends behind me. No, because while they thought they found the best path in life and killed one another. I was alive now and heading off on the path I knew so well. The path I created, the world I controlled, the place I made safe and I could only think, "this is my new world, the world I make new each day without someone else changing it for me, or putting fears into it that could harm me or my family." ... and we arrived home safe.

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It is better to have hope (Long)

by whyhideit in

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the man began to speak, "for years brother we have hoped for the new system and wanted the day to come when we would be free of death and living in paradise.

i thought to myself, "two hundred years, two hundred years, take me to the future two hundred years.

when i woke, the air was filled with noise and people were walking all around me.

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Brother Smith had not been to the meetings in months, so the elders decided it was time to pay him a Shepherding call. When they arrived they found the front door unlocked and several books opened and on the floor. They were Science Fiction books, "The Time Machine", "Somewhere In Time", and others they had never heard of. The place looked like a mess and they were very concerned for the safety of their spiritual brother. The older elder Brother Jones went into the backroom looking for the man, while the younger man Brother Keene looked upstairs to see if they could figure out what happened. When he walked into the bedroom he found a man lying on the floor. He was well along in years and lying lifeless on the floor. He immediately called for his companion to come upstairs and help him. They turned the man over and his eyes opened and he spoke, "it is great to see you brothers." The men were shocked, "do we know you?" He laughed and spoke again, "yes, you knew me for many years, but you would not recognize me now." Then men were puzzled, until they noticed something about the man's eyes. They were the same eyes of Brother Smith whom they had known for years. Only Brother Smith was only in his thirties and this man was at least ninety or more. Brother Keene spoke, "are you Brother Smith's father?" The man laughed, "there is so much to tell, get me to the chair and I will tell you all you need to know." The men lifted him up and brought him to the chair in the corner and then set down on the bed beside him. The man began to speak, "For years brother we have hoped for the New System and wanted the day to come when we would be free of death and living in paradise. I more so then others, for I had lost my dear wife and wanted to see her again. It was about two months ago, your time that I came upon a amazing idea ... " I was reading through some old publications and I found a reference to a man who claimed he was able to travel through time. He sounded like a flake at first, but then he mentioned a few things he saw ten years ago, that only happened today. So I thought, "maybe I will look into this." I bought his book and read about his method, it involved mixing some crystals with a chant and repeating the amount of time to travel in your head. At first I was scared of the possible affects by demons and the Satanic feeling of working with such forms of meditation. Yet the curious side of me won out, and soon I was mixing the crystal with chants and trying my hardest to think along the way he had mentioned. I did this for days, then week and then one day I just gave up and said forget it. As a matter of fact I was so guilty feeling I made an appointment to meet with the elders to confess my actions. Then one night while I set looking at my wife's picture, I tried it one more time. I held the crystal tight and chanted with all my thought and emotion. I thought to myself, "two hundred years, two hundred years, take me to the future two hundred years." Then the crystal vibrated and I passed out thinking a demon had entered my body. When I woke, the air was filled with noise and people were walking all around me. I thought I must have walked out of my home and into some busy street in my tired state, but something seemed wrong. The people were dressed weird and the air smelt funny. There was no smells like we know now, with the pine trees and flowers. Oh how I missed those smells. Back to my story. It did not take long for me to see that I was no longer in my time, but what amazed me was how different the world was. The sky was gray and the people seemed pale and sickly. I was frightened, I thought I might have gone into the past and entered a village infected with disease. Yet there were signs that this was the future. Burned out street lights, paved roads, and the occasional modern clothing worn by the people around me. I wondered, "what is happened? Where is the new system?" I walked along, almost ignored by the people moving along the streets. The sky above looked more burnt then polluted and the air smelt of burnt plastic. I did not know what had happened and I remembered from my Science Fiction books, that people who traveled through time often found out what happened in libraries. So I walked down to where I knew the library was. It was not there anymore, just some burnt out remains of a building that must have replaced the library over the years. It occurred to me at that time, there were no animals, no noise of nature. It was as if I had stepped into a world of complete death, but what happened? I decided to ask one of the woman walking around. She seemed a little healthier then the rest and actually smiled back at me as I walked by. "Excuse me Miss, can I ask you a question?" She smiled, but did not speak. "I have traveled a great distance and I do not know this place, can you tell me what is happening." She smiled again and then spoke softly, "place? This is home." Home? That was not what I meant. I hoped that I could continue our conversation more and asked another question, "What happened, why is everything so gray and why does the air smell so sick." She began to cry and then spoke more, "The world is ending, the new world will be hear soon. This is just the end." Was I witnessing Armageddon then? Could this be the end, some 200 years into the future? I asked more questions and she answered, it took almost an hour to actually get any facts out of here. She just kept saying this was the end, the new world was coming all the time. Finally she spoke in a way I could get good information. "We are the survivors of the last, the people after the wars. We are the generation that will be and we will make it to the end. The bombs fell and we lived, the water poisoned and we lived, the land died and we lived. We live to be able to live a better life soon." I set in shock at what I was hearing, the bombs must have meant this future involved nuclear war and this must have caused all the poison water and desolate land. These people, they looked so sick, so much like the walking dead. I could only imagine how this must have looked to the Apostle John when he saw this in a vision so many years before. I could not bare to see it anymore, the death the dying the pure destruction and pain in a area I once lived and called my home. So I grabbed my crystal and held it tight again. I chanted and I focused and once again I spoke, ""two hundred years, two hundred years, take me to the future two hundred years." I figured by then the new system would be in place, the world would be better and I could see my dear wife once again. I could forget those images of death I saw just two hundred years into our future. I awoke to quite. The snow was falling and there was not a person in site. The land looked much like it did when I was there two hundred years earlier. Only the buildings we older, falling in and showing their age. I walked around cold, and looking for someone. I hoped to have the opportunity to speak to someone and see what was happening. Perhaps this was a section of the earth that had not yet been turned into a paradise. Although I some how found it uneasy that it was snowing, when I thought the world was going to become a tropical garden worldwide. I walked for miles and miles down the street. I saw churches I remembered, places we would drive by and say "look at those churches of Satan." They had been burned and left in rubble for centuries, by looking at their appearance. I finally became so sad I started screaming, "Someone, anyone, please come out. Please!" No one came out, no animals moved and all I heard was the muffled sound of snow falling from the sky over head. Finally I reached the location of the Kingdom Hall. To my surprise, there were still some walls of it standing. The brick walls we had put in at the time of the quick build. There it stood, what I once attended with so much hope and desire. I walked among the rubble and rooting wood. There was little to look at, except for the remnants of a book I saw below some rocks. I removed the rocks and opened the books, the pages were brittle and I had to be careful as I looked through the publication. It was not a publication I had seen before, but it was in English. It was called "The great Tribulation has begun" it spoke of the end of the war I had heard about and of terrible things happening world wide. The pages were hard to read though, as time had faded them considerable. On the final page was bold words that said, ""We are the survivors of the last, the people after the wars. We are the generation that will be and we will make it to the end. The bombs fell and we lived, the water poisoned and we lived, the land died and we lived. We live to be able to live a better life soon." I set shocked, these were the words the woman from two hundred years ago spoke to me. Had she just been memorizing something from a publication? I set there, and then I thought of something "I can look at the publishing date, and then I will know when these things occurred." So I opened the back and there is was "Watchtower Bible and Tract Society, Post-War location, 244 Brooklyn Memorial Road, Elko, Nevada." Apparently the war took out New York and Brooklyn and the Society moved to some isolated location to continue their message. Then I saw it, the year of publication "2072." This made no sense, the woman I spoke to was alive over a hundred years after this publishing. Did she just repeat what was said to her in these publications, and not give any thought to how many years had passed. I set there for a moment in the ashes of the Hall and with that book in hand, and cried. I slept inside that Hall for a couple of days, in shock and not willing to venture into the world outside. The weather cleared in time, but I never heard or saw a single person. What happened to the people? Finally when the weather was good enough I went out side and walked down the street and looked for signs that the world might still have some hope. Inside I hoped I would run into someone who would say, "the gardens are just a few miles ahead, nice to see you brother," but I never did. I wondered miles and miles and it all looked the same. The earth was dead, no life and no people, everything was gone. ... Brother Smith was crying pretty hard by this point. Brother Keene could not help but ask him, "how does this explain your age though, you are a old man now and should only be a few months older then the man we knew?" Brother Smith breathed in slowly and collected his thoughts. "Yes, I should have been able to return and not live so much of my life in that remnant of earth. The thing is I couldn't. I held that crystal day in and day out for decades. I chanted and I spoke the words that should have returned me, but nothing ever happened. I could not get anything to take me back. It was my punishment for pushing myself beyond what my life would have ever seen." Brother Jones spoke up, "but you are hear now, something must have worked?" To which Brother Smith laughed, "yes something worked, something that makes me sick now when I think about it, do you want to know what that was?" The elders shock their heads yes. Brother Smith smiled and explained his return .... I set in the place I called my home for many decades and thought about all the time I thought I would have spent with my wife, had the new system been real. I cried and wished, "I wished I had never known this future existed, I wish I had never lost hope in what I thought was real." I set their rocking back and forth saying "take me back to where I began, take me back to the time when I thought there was hope." I did that for days, weeks and months. I cried my life away, begging to return to the time when I thought there was hope. One day I must have done it just right, one day that was four hundred plus years from now, but yesterday to me. I woke on this floor yesterday and realized that I was home, sixty years later, but I was home. ... Brother Smith was sobbing now, but continued to speak, "Do you know what it took to get me to travel through time, back to this time?" The men set wondering. "It took wanting something, having a hope for a better life." When I went forward I wanted a world that was the New System, we always learned about, I wanted to see my wife. When I learned what really became of this planet, my hope disappeared and I could no longer move ahead in time. Why move ahead, there was no hope to see anything better. I finally found that my hope lied in the past, not the future. My hope lied in the ignorance of what life was like for me before I ever took this journey through time. When I begged for it enough, and visualized being what I was enough. I finally reached the same level I had when I left, thinking things would be better when I returned." Brother Smith then set back in the chair, "ignorance is truly better then the truth, when you have something to hope for, it gives you a reason to move forward. When you loss hope, you only want to move back." The elders looked very concerned, "Brother Smith what you have told us sounds very interesting, but we honestly can not believe a word of it. Something has happened to you, but time travel, I think not. I think you have done things that involve Satan on a level of extreme we have never seen and we must expel you from the congregation, before your words contaminate the whole congregation." Brother Smith closed his eyes, and asked them to leave. The elders stood up and walked out the door, and that evening at the meeting they announced that Brother Smith was no longer a Jehovah's Witness. A few days later, a neighbor walked by Brother Smith's home and saw a pale man sitting in a chair, facing the front yard. He looked very ill, so they knocked on the door. No one answered, so the neighbors called the police and they came and found the man sitting on the chair, dead. The man was holding onto something in his death grip, it looked like a book. The police moved his hands, and took out the book. They looked at it and read the title "The great Tribulation has begun." They realized it was some of that Jehovah's Witness religious junk and threw it in the garbage, and called for the coroner to take care of the body of Brother Smith.

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proof that God exist

by comforter in

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either god exists or i'm elmer fudd.. i'm not elmer fudd.

god exists.. there you go.. nameless one.

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There is a troll on this site that has posted 506 times? Most trolls last about 10 post MAX and then move on. This is probably true, but it shocks me that a troll would waste so much time to post that much.

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So, are you going to watch it tonight?

by WildHorses in

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joe millionare comes on tonight.

i didn't follow the show when it first started airing.

i have however watched the last two shows, and tonight is the final episode.

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I watched. I was not impressed, they should have given him 50 million. They were saying on some talk show that the FOX network made about 100 million in advertising off the show.

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Secret Sins

by Xena in

come on we all have them....those little things about us we hide...come on fess up..to start things off here are a few of mine: .

i don't iron...nope never...sold the iron and ironing board...now it if doesn't go to the dry cleaners it goes in the dryer with a damp cloth and a prayer.. .

i (taking breath for strength to post this) have been known to drink milk from the carton .

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Sometimes when I am returning items to stores. I take the bubble wrap out first and pop all the bubbles.

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What would you do for money?

by whyhideit in

i have seen my fair share of adult movies and i must say, people will do a lot on camera for money.

i have seen woman degrade themselves to levels that i can not believe.

nothing is left private and no dignity remains.

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I know some stippers who do what they do because they have no other job skills and have kids to support, I respect the fact that they are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure their kids are ok....

Strippers make very good money too! Think about the choice, work as a waitress or salesperson and make minimum wage or work as a stripper a make up to $5000 in one night. Some have kids and they strip for that reason, some just take advantage of the men who will pay the big bucks to see them strip. When I see a stripper, I think SMART WOMAN! She knows what sales and takes advantage of that to make huge sums of money.

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My boyfriend proposed to me.

by Preston in

over dinner yesterday in a restaraunt my boyfriend proposed to me.

it was an unexpected moment for me on valentine's day.

didn't know what to expect.

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Since leaving the Witnesses, my wife and I have attended one gay wedding of some friends. It was pretty cool actually and we had fun. I am not hung up on what is right and wrong anymore, based on some religion's teachings. They are a very happy couple and respect their bound with the same respect most are used to seeing with straight couples. So my advice to you, ENJOY! HAVE FUN! and don't worry about the social prejudices out there. They are getting better each day.

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What would you do for money?

by whyhideit in

i have seen my fair share of adult movies and i must say, people will do a lot on camera for money.

i have seen woman degrade themselves to levels that i can not believe.

nothing is left private and no dignity remains.

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Hell, I watch it to see what young woman look like naked. I have not seen one of those in years. I don't get offended, shocked sometimes, but not offended. If I was offended, I wouldn't watch them.