Ginger loves The Flintstones. Pass it on.
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Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
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All the brackets I've got to Sean. {{{{{}}}}} Hugs, and clarity, and calm and deep breaths and knowing your friends all over the world are thinking good thoughts for you.
Ginger loves to make arrowheads by chipping flint stone. Pass it on.
Ginger now lives in Flint, Michigan.
Ginger now lives in Flint, Michigan.
Where she get stoned with Pol Pot.
{{{{{{Sean}}}}}}
Gris, totally a teaching moment, and I'm so sorry that the situation arose.
I would boo Bush. I would boo Pol Pot. I would boo Cheney. I totally agree with Typo Boy, and I feel no compunction about attempting to shame those kinds of people. (Not that I think it would do any good.)
{{{Jessica}}}
{{{Sean}}} Hang in there.
Still no news. I even stopped to see the department secretary. She says that mine aren't in yet. EVIL.
Ginger lives in Hell, Michigan.
Typo Boy, I would agree that Bush is deserving of social disapproval, but I still think I'm with Gris in feeling uncomfortable with booing. For one thing, it's too easy. Even if deserved.
I too am against booing. I won't even do it at sporting events. My brothers make fun of me for that.
Is it the booing in particular? What if you were at a Bush speech and instead of booing the crowd turned their backs to him?
{{Sean}}