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"Raincry...Raincry" I know that name from somewhere. Hey, don't I know you, or something?

A good dog craves the pussy. A good pussy is a dog's real best friend.

I promoted you, and Shine, and a few other peeps we know, in my blog. The club Shine should make me an honorary member for this! http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=217102342&blogID=322302841&Mytoken=D74969AC-EC09-49A7-A1657894C9F8379674838126

Hi Cookie! Thanks for naming me too, it's good to be missed. As for where I've been, check out my MySpace blog, that's where I've been blogging away and interracting with other bloggers, and blogging some of the best stuff I've ever written. I'd love for you to read it, and subscribe to it so you'll get notice of all my updates; and I'd love for everyone else with MySpace to subscribe too. Except for Sergio, he never liked my writings anyway. So where are you living in Florida? Tampa? I have more questions too, but I'll email you on MySpace like the old days.

God help us. My ears still haven't recovered from your last mix.

It did end. Sunday's episode was the season finale. About her being ready to move forward, that was in regard to admitting their secret to the neighbors and not hiding who they were anymore, and in regard to Weaver Gaming. We saw how upset she was that Anna was at their home; I don't believe that she will ever be ready to move forward in accepting a 4th wife. WTF is wrong with Nikki? Is she so spiteful toward Alby that she doesn't see how badly she is making things worse, by telling him of Bill's plans? WTF is wrong with her? She sabotagued everything that she had insisted Bill do, by alerting Alby and enabling him to stop Roman.

Barbara will never accept a 4th. She already said, when she pushed Nikki and Margine to back her up over Bill's wanting a night off, that she wouldn't be willing to spend less time per week with him regarding sharing him. As for Roman and Alby, how long he spends in jail depends on how well those corrupt cops can keep his arrest quiet. Once the council, and the people of Juniper Creek find out (if they do, that is) that their preacher was on his way back to him when he was stymied by Alby's puppet cops, they'll raise hell I'm sure. The person most in danger right now, IMO, is Roman's wife, who witnessed Roman being drugged. If anybody might spread the truth about Alby to the people, it would be her, so I wonder if Alby has plans to keep her silent or locked up too.

Mimi! Hiya babe!

I asked you to be nice, but you came back all Mr. Meanybutt and being all pissy and insulting and threatening me with physical harm. You're not a nice person, you know. BTW, I would say what I said to you to someone in real life, because I joke around with everyone I meet, and people I meet don't get all bent out of shape, ready to punch or stab someone for being sarcastic. You, on the other hand, sound like an angry, defensive, ego-filled, drug induced, road-raging, pull-a-gun-on-someone-for-giving-him-a dirty-look, bitch-slapping, pissed-off-dad-punching-out-another-kid's-dad-on-the-soccer-field, soap-in-the-basement-making, violence is the answer kind of guy. Maybe you got that way from listening to the same CD for 7 years, I don't know. Whatever the case is, I don't deserve to be talked to the way you wrote to me, and I believe that you own me an apology. BTW, I didn't make fun of you for losing a sentimental CD, I made fun of you for getting so pissed off. As far as calling us "fucking babies", well, we're not the one having temper trantrums here. That's all you. Speaking for Philipio, that boy wasn't acting, trust me on that. Finally, to quote the late great Warren Oates, "Lighten up, Francis."

Ah, I know how you feel Cookie. I was on the highway going pretty fast when I ran over a turtle, which I only saw a split second before I ran over him. The car went thumpity-bump! over him, and in my rear-view I saw him scrambling across the road, moving quite fast out of fear or pain or whatnot. He obviously survived the hit, but I don't know for how long. I doubled back to try to find him in the brush and see if he was okay, since it looked (though impossible to be certain) that his shell was still intact before I lost sight of him behind me, but after searching the brush and wooded area at the side of the road, I never saw him again. Considering how much running over him had moved the car up off the road, I'd say his shell was quite solid. I only hoped that it wasn't split open and he didn't have internal injuries. When I was a kid I was on my way to a fishing trip with my father when a fewl birds swooped across the road suddenly from the left to the right, surprising us. But it was 4 birds that came from the left, and 3 birds that we saw again on the right, and after we pulled over one of them was smashed in the grill of the car.

No dude, nothing remotely like a pyramid. It's a legit company selling real insurance to customers.

Sweet! Congrats to you too! Were you tested by Promisary? I know they're based in Mass. I was tested by them down here, but they were able to produce and give me my license on the spot. I'm surprised you have to wait for yours in the mail. So the company you're working for in Florida is insurance?

Have you heard the new coffee commercials? "The best part of waking up...is Phatman in your cup!"

Though I was committed to study and pass the insurance test, the actual spelling of the word was not on the test, so my comittment need not have have gone that far.

That's an impressive iceberg, man. Good choice picking out the perfect ring, and the perfect girl.

Speaking on behalf of myself, you hurt our feelings. See you again in a few months when you post again. But please be nicer when you come back. We're very sensitive here.

I'm starting in a new career. Last year I was doing a job selling medical discount plans that was good for people who couldn't afford regular health insurance, but it was a limited plan with limited benefits, that fell far short of actual health insurance (they had discounted products packaged along with certain insured products, but it wasn't a full insurance policy amd we didn't advertise or sell it as such. But I always disliked that it was less than what I wished I could do for people, even those who couldn't afford more, but I never considered actually doing more and selling actual insurance with actual insurance companies. But yet I had wanted to feel good doing more, selling more, offering more, helping more, etc, I just never wanted to be an actual health insurance agent. My mother was a health insurance agent for many years before she died and I'd never expected I'd ever follow in her footsteps. But with my resume on Monster and Careerbuilder listing my various sales experience and mentioning the medical discount plan operation, it led to my being contacted by several insurance companies. One thing led to another things just sort of fell into place, and after being interviewed and offered jobs by 2 health and life insurance companies, I decided that this was where my path was taking me after all, and I finally comitted myself. So I accepted a job with the 2nd company, studied for a few weeks waiting for the state to give me the exam, and got my insurance license last Friday and started my new job yesterday with the south Florida office of a national PPO. Are there any more insurance agents in CP land? Do you like what you're doing?

The event Sugar has waited years for...Darrell finally came to his senses and popped the question... ...gave her a giant rock... ...and they're getting married!!!!! You guys definately deserve each other and a good life together. x 100,000,000,000 Mazel tov to both of you, the future Mr. & Mrs. Haze! Darrell, make sure you post a pic of that giant finger rock you got for her, that made you broke!

I'm not 43, you nitwit!

I found a MySpace group for you and Franky. See if you like it. http://groups.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=groups.groupProfile&groupID=103531550&categoryID=0&Mytoken=36F82557-8825-49AD-BDCC848E72085C149857424

Look in your pants pocket when you do laundry.

Mazel tov, Lolala!

Ah, you're from Long Island...that's where I grew up. Ah, the memories.

I haven't seen it yet but I want to. Heard nothing but good stuff about it. Have you watched Big Love yet?