The newest thing I heard, its not good...

hehehehehehe

LOL LOL! I actually got that. Now what I want to know is: What chromosome site has the Secret Code?

It's in the junk DNA, of course.

As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.

Sixty-two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth. Idiots!

I don't mind being the smartest man in the world, I just wish it wasn't this one.

You know, with all that makeup and stuff, I actually thought you were SMART for a second.

Maggie, when you grow up and are incredibly beautiful and intelligent and possess a certain sweetness that's... that's like a distant promise to the brave, to the worthy, could you please not beat to a pulp every miserable bastard that comes your way simply because you can? Could you not do that?

Daddy would have gotten us Uzis.

I can't go for being twice as nice.

(and before I forget)

Der Kommissar's in town - Uhh OHH!

So what are we going to do tonight, Brain?

The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.

☝Supreme Commander

Weight Loss for Men

A guy calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb. weight loss program.

The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck. She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company. The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

Without a second thought, he takes off after her. A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up. The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens. On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. as promised.

He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program. The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning, beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life. She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me". Well, he's out the door after her like a shot. This girl is in excellent shape and he does his best, but no such luck. So for the next four days, the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better shape.

Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he has lost another 20 lbs. as promised. He decides to go for broke and calls the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program

"Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program."

"Absolutely," he replies, "I haven't felt this good in years."

The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads, "If I catch you, your ass is mine."

LOL.

There is a time to laugh and a time not to laugh, and this is not one of them.

Ignore this sign, by order.

“The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.”

A newly married SL bride gets down to it with her hubby on their wedding night only to discover that he is still using the prim boner he picked up when he was a newbie. So straight off she sends him out to get something with a little more 'style'.

The guy tries every store he can find under 'Adult' and eventually narrows his shortlist down to three choices at a well-known spam-store where he finds himself utterly bewildered by the selection of badly-written, overly-detailed notecards and blurry textures.

After watching him dither by the vendors for half an hour, a salesman breaks off from a group IM with his subs and approaches the guy, keen to make sure he isn't a copybot or his girlfriend's alt or whatever.

"Can I help you, Sir?"

"Maybe you can," the guy replies as he rezzes his prim: "I'm looking for a better model than this."

The salesman inspects the sorry-looking prim, grins smugly: "Shouldn't be hard, you don't mind me saying. New are you?"

"Newly married."

"Congrats. Well, I guess you want something to impress the lucky lady then?"

"That's about the size of it, yeah."

"Well, let's see," says the salesman as he reviews his commission on the month's sales: "We got 'Mr Man' here, at 500 lindens, which does the business but the texturing isn't much better than your newbie freebie there ..."

The guy is unimpressed.

"Or there's 'Big Fella' at 1,500 lindens, which looks and works a hell of a lot better ..."

The salesman watches hopefully as the guy stiffarms the prim and checks it out in 'Edit'.

"It's no mod/no copy ..."

The salesman chuckles: "How many dicks you need, loverboy?"

Maybe it's the lag from all the scripted prims idly listening for that significant 'touch' or maybe the guy just doesn't have a sense of humour but after twenty-odd seconds of chat silence, the salesman toddles 180 degrees to face a mighty vendor in the far corner of the store:

"And over here we got 'My Hero', which is so real it's scary. Nicely proportioned, mind you. Copy/mod you'll be glad to learn aaannd ... it also spams in fifteen different languages. A bargain at 5,000 ells."

The salesman watches his mark take the bait and duckwalk up to the vendor for a closer look. "Them multi-language emotes come in real handy for some extra-curricular action with the Brazilian honeys," he hints.

The guy does a quick one-two on his air piano: "Expensive," he says.

"But isn't she worth it?"

"It's all the lindens I got for the next three months."

Two months, three weeks and six nights more than you're going to need it, the salesman thinks to himself before brightening: "Give her a call, talk it over," he suggests.

The guy's head rolls around inspecting the floor of the store, the distant heights of the metaverse heavens as he rattles of an IM to his bride. The salesman scours his IMs for a poker game when he gets off work later.

"I'll stick with what I got," the guy says after a conference with his bride lasting all of five seconds. The salesman almost misses the chat bubble floating up the screen:

"What? You're gonna use that dumbass pink pole on your wedding night?"

"Yep." says the guy as he teleports, his final words bubbling up after he has long since derezzed:

"Says I can buy her a new dress."

o/ it's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere. I'm all alone, more or less... o/

Buckle up.

A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing in and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature - swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillness between the notes of a song.

This reminds me somewhat of Urchins. I've heard flavor comparisons ranging everywhere from baby diarrhea to the sublime salty and tangy feast of the ever more elusive young land clam. Neither incorrect, both according to their abilities of taste.

This paper will discuss the wisdom in amending the Rome Statute’s definition of crimes against humanity (“CAH”) to remove the state or organizational policy requirement. Part I will explain the state or organizational policy requirement (“S/O policy”) and will explore the regrettably reasoned case opinions regarding its abolishment, Part II will examine the original intentions behind the requirement, Part III will assert several arguments as to why the Rome Statute should be amended to remove S/O policy as a necessary element of CAH, and Part IV will respond to a series of common arguments made for keeping policy in the definition. The paper concludes that amending the Rome Statute to exclude the S/O policy requirement is a worthwhile and appropriate step towards preventing impunity for perpetrators of crimes against humanity.

I'm going to win because I've got her to accept the ground rules.

"Why pay a dollar for a bookmark? Why not use the dollar for a bookmark?" - Stephen Spielberg

"Because when someone nicks the dollar you lose your place, but nobody nicks a bookmark." - Me