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Awww.

Well, we could stop feeding him...

I think that, in most cases, we're paying for it, although some of their feeders seem to have jobs. Actually, I remember one episode where the patient actually had a job - she was a teacher or something.

Poof is right - there only so many plots out there. What matters is your treatment of it.

My condolences . It's always hard to say goodbye to a friend.

Yeah. I logged out and closed the browser, and then they came back. Edit: Of course, that may be completely coincidental...

4 brothers 2 sisters 3 stepbrothers

But you've never started a beautiful thread.

I love that feeling - a nice "Fuck you, leave me alone, bitches."

Damn. Late to the party again.

Not any more.

These things happen as you grow old.

It's what happens when it's raining really hard; you can actually wind up riding on a thin film of water, and your tires don't have any contact with the road. about all you can do is take your foot off the gas, and pray. St. Jude is most effective at this sort of situation, as well as St Dymphna (she's the patroness of the mentally ill, which you pretty much have to be in order to be driving in those conditions.)

Depends. Are you from up north and have no idea what fucking hydroplaning is?

I've driven in both, and I don't like either. When you get to the point where you can't see the road and you're driving 20 or 30 below the speed limit to keep from sliding, they both suck.

Actually, I just want to see the press release about his arrest.

We had a cat that watched TV.He liked the Weather Channel, documentaries about ancient Egypt, and James Bond movies. However, he would turn around and sit with his back to the TV if Tom and Jerry or Sylvester and Tweety came on.

It varies, depending on the weather, whether the lawn mower is working, and whether one actually feels like mowing it.

A robot may be smart enough to want to join a union and demand wages and benefits, but it won't want them. Desire is an emotion; the goal is artificial intelligence, not artificial emotion.

Windows, walls, or hats, always remember: Shiny side out.

I've deleted my original response, and sincerely regret the energy I wasted on it. Replying to you is pointless while you live in your happy, shiny world where cigarette smoke smells like chocolate chip cookies baking.

And that's why you're not God.

You can convert. It's not hard. Few classes, you get splashed, they catch you up on the other sacraments and hey, presto.! Instant Catholic. Then you can become a monk.

The circumstances I know come from family, friends, and former patients, all people I've cared about or taken care of, or both. I'm not going to submit their issues for your amusement and scorn. And please, stop being so smug and ineducable; you're making the rest of us geriatrics look bad.

My condolences to you and yours.