Huzzah! and a rousing chorus of "He's a Jolly Good Fellow!"
plus a hearty slap on the back to all who assisted with moral (and immoral!) support.
Drinks are on me, fellas (and ladies!)
At last, Peace in zIWTland! Amy
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but, rather to skid in sideways totally worn out shouting 'Merde Sante, what a ride!'"
Hangin' down to there! Hair! Shoulder Length or longer! Here Baby, There Mama, Everywhere Daddy Daddy! HAIR!!!!
Peace, Man. Amy
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but, rather to skid in sideways totally worn out shouting 'Merde Sante, what a ride!'"
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell