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None. I bought them on line during the presale. Tickets are non transferable anyway, and so a stray ticket in the trash would be totally useless.

Most "scary" movies made before 1979 are so cheesy with the special effects that an astute kid today would never actually believe in the monster. They could just concentrate on the story without feeling threatened.

Got them ahead of public sale. They're authentic. They're hosting a "presale" for people who completed a profile and attended last year's con. . Also, getting the time off from work for it is a slam dunk AND I even get paid. Nice having some PTO saved up. . I think I'll wear my Ron Post costume for this event.

Yep, always keep a backup food supply.

Not much atmosphere there to filter out radiation.

The bullet went right in and then it came back out. It went back in and then it wiggled all about. It did the Hokey Pokey and it turned itself around. That's what it's all about. .

Okay, so how did believing it "should be" one nation equate with actually being one nation?

Found an episode of "Cops". That's reality TV at its best. .

There's nothing to "defend" in the OP. Look again. I asked where the "democratic" part fits in with their system of government and then you respond by saying I'm senile and don't know there hasn't been a "Korea" in quite some time. How does that even follow? You thought it followed because you didn't know the correct names of EITHER nation. One nation, two nations or even eighty six nations... you're arguing a tangent.

Does the OP say there's only one? It wasn't even my point to prove there was only one. Cy reacted by not comprehending the OP.

Typical shift of work. I walk an average of about three miles during a shift and I'm usually pushing a cart that could weigh between 150 pounds empty and 350 pounds fully loaded.

You misquote me. I said that they leave out "North" and "South". And yes, Kim Jong Un would prefer a unified state.

Maybe if I walk another three miles.

Narrator: Our story begins at Titan Tower. Raven is seated at the dining table reading a newspaper. Beast Boy is seated nearby reading a manga. Robin is a few feet away at his desk poring over the household bills. Robin: "What!? $2,780 for a new fridge? That’s the last time I let Cyborg do the shopping. Darn him and his obsession with high tech. What was wrong with the old fridge anyway?" Raven: "Silkie ate it" Robin: "Why doesn’t anybody take that magot to the dump to eat? It’s a veritible buffet for him and it’s free!" Beast Boy: "He doesn’t like junk food." Starfire: **shuffles in slowly** "Please as not to converse so loudly. I’m hanging over." Robin: "Well, look who finally decided to get out of bed. Good afternoon." Raven: "Too much lemonade again? If citric acid is intoxicating to you, why do you keep drinking it?" Starfire: "It’s just so delicious. I can’t resist it." Beast Boy: "Sign up for Lemons Anonymous." Cyborg: **Yelling from upstairs** "RaaaVEN!! When are you going to learn to stop leaving this disgusting hair in the shower drain!?" Raven: "How about when you learn to flush?" Cyborg: "That’s Beast Boy’s mess!" Raven: "Don’t lie. His is orange and smells like black walnut." Beast Boy: "Now just HOW would you know THAT!?" Raven: "I do the laundry here." Robin: "Alright, Beast Boy! What’s THIS?" Beast Boy: "It’s the receipt for last month’s electric bill." Robin: "That’s a rhetorical question! I mean, why is it folded into a paper swan? Don’t you remember what happened the last time we lost a utility receipt?" Beat Boy: "Well I…" Robin: "Look, use this for your stupid oragami!" **throws book at Beast Boy** Raven: "That’s my spell book." Robin: "Well, keep it off my desk. The bills don’t get paid by magic." Starfire: **vomits copiously** Raven: "Eww." **floats mop over to Beast Boy** Beast Boy: Hey, what the…" Raven: You owe me a day of cleaning the kitchen, remember? A bet’s a bet and I’m calling it. Now hurry before it burns through the marble." Robin: "That does it! I’m scratching everything citrus off the grocery list." Cyborg: **steps in** "That won’t help. She’s got her own lemon tree in her room. Raven, I’m sorry I yelled at you. My back has been killing me all morning and it has me out of sorts." Raven: "I’ll take you to Jiffy Lube." **Door bell rings, Robin looks at the monitor** Robin: "Oh! Heidi’s here! **sprays in breath deodorizer and combs hair** Now, everybody act cool." Raven: "News flash, Robin. The mail carrier is not in love with you. She wouldn’t waste ten minutes with you." Robin: "Put a sock in it." **opens door** Heidi: "I’ve got three packages for…" Star Fire: **blows massive major chunks** Heidi: **drops packages and runs*** Robin: "Way to mess up my moves, Star Fire!" Raven: **sniffs package** "It’s the wolfsbane I ordered." Beast Boy: "Sweet! Can I have some? I might need it. Cyborg’s mom will be visiting next week." Cyborg: "You mealy mouthed little punk! I’ll…" **alarm rings** Star Fire: "No, no! Not now!" Robin: "Trouble! It’s Cinder Block again. Come on, Star Fire You could finally put that acid of yours to good use. Titans, GO!" Narrator: "And so begins another day of heroic adventures for the Dysfunctional Titans."

Gotta burn up this meal.