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Paraphrased: Scrambled Egg > Hard Boiled Paraphrased: Scrambled Egg > Hard Boiled Waiting for question . . .

Let us hope for your sake that your "idea" does not constitute an infringement of my BellyCart© concept.

You just need to control the narrative.

You can all thank me now, or in the near future if you prefer.

I like to know in advance how many pages into a thread I should read. This is one of those threads that might last four or five pages, so I figured I would get in on the ground floor and lay some brick for later reading.

Does this thread, now or in the near future, have anything to do with strippers?

Nicely done, Brick.

I'm not sure.

Your husband knows how to prioritize.

You know what else are sexy? Boobs.

Oshkosh?

It's like fartexting, but slightly more interesting.

All sentient animals eat what they can. End of story.

This reminds me of a great story that I'm not going tell.

The chocolate PB2 has a more complete taste.

1. Get on a scale. Record weight. Get off scale. 2. Drink a gallon of water. 3. Get on a scale. Record weight. 4. Learn that things you eat and drink have weight.

Stripper cake is full of sugar but has no calories.

1. Unconscious, you expect an image of the world around you to exist even with your eyes and other sensors at rest. An image comes to your sleeping mind's eye. The contents of the image are formed from the collection of symbols your subconscious began organizing, when, as a child, you first distinguished a "self" as…

Let's not judge the severity of damage done to other men's testicles. In any case, it's not so much the fact that he survived cancer that is the marvel of the modern world, but that he went on to have a modest level of success in his chosen field. True, it seems he may have had a wee bit of chemical assistance; but he did…

Me neither. Usually just their boobs, and occasionally their tuchuses.

I suppose I should have prefaced my comment by saying, "I have only read the article's title, the first few posts, and perhaps one or two on the last page so I can't tell if you've cottoned on to the faulty logic of the comparison, but . . . ." Your next slice of pizza is on me.

Yeah . . . there really isn't any logic to a comparison between a doper and Hitler. You'll have to trust me: you're being persuaded by ridiculous logic, and I highly recommend you don't try the comparison out yourself in edumacated company. Of course, you can do it if you want. Just make sure someone Youtubes the event: if…

Great comparison. There should be a "not" button on my keyboard, BTW.

As long as he stays within his macros, I don't care how he gets his calories.

Taking away lobbyists from GOP camp = No fiscal cliff Problem solved.

An "elite" pizza dough rises between 18 and 72 hours, BTW. That's slow cookin'.

You did, BTW. You still owe me $55 for pizza and Old Milwaukee.

Marry him when he gets a job, then divorce him when he loses one, then marry him again when he gets another . . . rinse and repeat. /thread