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Then three couple broke up and the boring bland people are the only ones who stayied together bc Anthony and Stephainei (both very goodlooking but I was getting seasick watching Anthony but he had a very intense sexy vibe) split up.

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The pot calls the pot black.

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Oh shit, you're right. Guess I had trouble keeping Anthony and Jason straight. Jason and his gf must have stayed together. I missed the first bonfire, which must have been Jason-whomever.

I think the recap on them said they were engaged.

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Not a team player.

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You are like totally my SP!!! Yesterday I felt the first crispness in the air of the year and I ran for a pack of cigarettes. That crispness reminds me of going to Rocktoberfest at Groovy You Vee, wearing my biggest alpaca sweater, drinking beer all day, hitting crafts fairs, watching the boys play ultimate or lacrosse, and then afternoon parties on people's patios, drinking hot apple cider and rum/ or beer, depending on what was on the menu, in Burlington, shrooming late in the day and going to more parties All the while surrounded by the most beautiful boys and girls. No bleach, no makeup, no fake tits, just people as they are. To this day, my ultimate man has the shaggy hair and tall lean body of a lacrosse player. And if i see him in the right pair of faded levis with one of those new englandy sweaters, I just swoon. Fall is just so melancholy, huh, SD? Clearly we would have roadtripped and dosed and hung together in college. I ran six miles to the Grateful Dead (DP 15- slow They Love Eachother, Minglewood, and Half Steo just leave me with a palpable feeling of poignancy bc of the memories ) on Sunday as I felt the beginnings of autumn come on, bc that is where the season takes me, Today it is DP 18. cant wait

And I didnt STOP doing mushrooms bc I got older. As I once posted, my friends got older, I jsut keep staying the same age. But now I have noone to dose with. Sadly, the last time I tripped was at the SHoreline shows in 1995. Perhpas we should meet?

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You have obviously never been to Networks Associates aka Raider Nation. THAT IS the biggest shithole I've ever been in, and there are a lot of shitholes around.

Food? You want food? We got popcorn and tequila, hot dogs and tequila, bright orange death nachos and tequila, and pizza.
You wanna pee? Go before you get there because buddy, you ain't gonna wanna pee in this concrete bunker where the toilets don't really flush so there's pee all over the floors.
Speakers? Yeah, we got 2 of them! 2 whole speakers for the whole damn place. god forbid that you get tickets in the endzone - you'll never hear again.

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WHich couple is engaged?

Here is what really depresses me. I think I had the "kill your television" bumper sticker on my car (alonside "US out of my uterus" and eight dead stickers_. Now I live for reality tv.

SD, its an emergency, get down here.

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One of the ones that broke up got together again. The first couple who escaped -- she needed time apart -- are together again.

This TI was lacking a certain je ne sais quoi. Perhaps Waheed and Ytossie ought to come back. Or they need some couple to spazz out so much they have to leave the island. Or maybe they need to limit the number of tats on the men--it makes them seem too much like the type to hit on our cougar while answering a cell phone.

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who is "our cougar"?

I agrte, less tats and guides in muscle shirts, more real folks like Y tossie and Mandy.

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And YOU have obviously not been to the late Schaefer/Sullivan/Foxboro stadium, which has all of the worst parts of the former O-ACC, plus actual winter weather and thugier thugs than even the Black Hole.

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Even as a nonshroomer, I can recognize this as a Very Special Moment for PP and SD. Can we all take a quick moment to enjoy the fact that these two lost souls have found each other?

[Cue Chariots of Fire sountrack, two people running through a field of -- uh -- shrooms]

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Poppycock! Meet you at Union Square at 5:15. I'll be the one wearing a bow tie, a carnation, and a dreamy expression, telling Patch tourists that I'm "in the middle." They love me!

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It's sad to see people for whom life is reduced to wistfully reviving memories. First sign of age.

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This is why I dont like posting in front of the partners (the squares who went straight to law school. Leagl, shouldnt the squares be required to have a password since they rarely have anything to contrib, but like to live vicariously through those of us who have lived? Stop eavesdropping, and add something to the dialogue.

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concur.

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NEW YORK, Sept. 29 — Demi Moore is not alone. Close to a third of unmarried American woman in their 40s through 60s who date are going out with younger men, according to one of the most sweeping surveys ever conducted on the dating habits and sex lives of mid-life singles. (isn't this because older men are dead?)

SEX ON a first date? Only 2 percent of single women in the age group approved, (prudes) while 20 percent of the men were amenable. Frequency of sex? Sixty percent of the women and 45 percent of the men said they hadn’t had any in the past six months.
According to the survey, 60 percent of singles aged 40-69 are women, a majority of them divorced. Forty-two percent of the men and 24 percent of the women had never been married.
Among the hundreds of findings in the survey, Slon said he was most surprised by the large portion of women who reported dating younger men — a trend recently glamorized by 40-year-old Demi Moore’s romance with actor Ashton Kutcher, 15 years her junior.
“There seems to be no stigma now for dating men a few years younger,” Slon said. “Twenty years ago, women didn’t have the jobs. Today they have the jobs, they have the money, they can call the shots.” Among the men, 66 percent said they were dating younger women.

Wow, the number of women who have never been married over age 40 seems a bit high?!?

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Yeah, some of you dorks probably graduated on time.


Suckers.

(Two summer schools - still barely made it. 16 hours each semester was just too much. The key was signing up for 16 hours and dropping the course you were doing the poorest in*)

*dropped International Trade (Econ 700000000) twice.

Summer school in college is effing great.

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WTF?!? Where were they polling, a PromiseKeepers convention?

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Oh puhleeze.
The black hole. They call it that for a reason. White trash spend all night drinking tequila in the parking lot and then come to the game and throw bottles (albeit plastic now) at anyone wearing "colors" of the other team. I have seen more than one guy get the shit beat out of him for wearing the wrong jersey. If there aren't at least a couple of arrests (on and off the field) then it's not really a Raider game. We're talking about people who will pee anywhere (even inside the stadium). Oakland used to let you drink anywhere and everywhere, they just wouldn't let you bring an open container into the stadium. But they would let you finish your 6-pack in front of the entrance.

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Dunno.

Hugh Delehanty, editor-in-chief of AARP Publications, talks with Al Roker on NBC's 'Today' show about a new survey profiling the search for love and relationships among singles over age 40.

here's your link. Apparently, AARP's membership are all amish.
link here

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I thought that the Vet was commonly known as the least safe place to be wearing a visiting team jersey. SD? Heck they had a judge and retaining cells in the basement, so no need for police to even leave the facility.

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I think that I am no longer comfortable posting about sex, drugs and rock n roll in front of people I probably wouldnt look at twice on the street. From here on in, I am going to join the legions of those nothing to contribute, one liner types who live vicacriously through the likes of a gwinky type. this street is too one way for no pay.

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Ahhhhhh, you know the vibe I'm feeling. I forgot about the mountain bike. There's nothing better than biking around campus on shrooms. You're dead right - its the crispness in the air that clicks that high, loose, wonderful feeling of irresponsible experimantation back in... and college football. For some bizarre reason, I can't watch Big 10 ball without thinking about tripping. Its real fucking wierd. And the funniest thing is it has to be Big 10 - doesn't work withthe other conferences.

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Did Summer School. Didn't have to. Just felt like partying through the summer with the same idiot friends. Agreed - its the shit. Less crowds (not that my @3000 person school had any crowds anyway).

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Raider Nation, the collective name given to the club's fan base, is an unofficial institution with one official rule: You're either a citizen of Raider Nation or you're a threat to it.

"Raider Nation is family," said Wayne Mabry, who goes by the name Violator in Oakland's Black Hole. "It's a lifestyle, a religion. When you get in, you're in for life."

Looking like he would scare anything that's not associated with the Raiders, Mabry has an intimidating presence. For him, a painted face, arm guards, leather pants and shoulder pads with spikes sticking out are the norm. There are others who dress like it's Halloween in the Black Hole. Spike, Terminator, Skull Man, Enforcer and Darth Raider are just a few other creatures roaming the abyss. (yes, these guys are there every home game.)
A few years ago in San Diego, a television station caught a glimpse of a Raider fan biting off the ear of a Chargers fan. He received a five-year prison sentence for that incident.

Security guards being tossed down steps, drunken brawls and the enemy being feasted on like a piece of raw meat are all things that Raider Nation have come to be known for. There also other methods of intimidation that are a dark secret.

"What goes on, you would have to come in the park with us to get a visual," Mabry said. "I could tell you for 10 years and you wouldn't have a clue until you come drink with us."

"I've seen some funny stuff and some stuff that's not so funny," Raiders tackle Barry Sims said. "I've seen people swarming and then you'll see an opposing jersey fly up out of the middle of it. Some people feel threatened by Raider Nation and you don't want to take it to that extent."

What's funny - or not so funny - is that these guys come dressed in spikes - actual spikes and swords and big ass flags, but they won't let you take an umbrella into the stadium.



http://images.google.com/images?q=tb...SPT_TSPORT.JPG

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And the challenge was to not get a job over that summer.

Egg (or cheese, but never both) sandwiches and lifting up the couch cushions for change so you could go to quarter beer night...

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Oh, I don't think Gattigap is indicting our way of life here... He's just having a laugh at our expense. However, explaining what goes on at some eastern just-below-Ivy schools among slackers like myself to people who spent college directed and studying and spending endless hours getting ready for their careers is like teaching the Torah in Afghanistan. There's a fundamental personality difference between the two groups of people which is nearly insurmountable.

I went to law school right out of college. I witnessed the horror of people who never let their freak flag fly. If you met me, you'd swear I was wound tighter than the stitching in a baseball. I learned to adopt the badges of straight-lacedness around the office, but its all a screaming lie to anyone who knows anything about me. In fact, my wife's even commented that I have dual personalities. That, however, is incorrect. I'm really more of just a manipulative liar and a great actor. So be careful not to judge those who might appear stiffs in the silly nonsense world we occupy from 8 am-8 pm every day. That cat who looks like George Will might be a closet acid fiend... don't sell him short.

S(You never really know a man until you get him in his cups)D

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Is that the percent of women between 40 and 69 who are now single? In other words, of single women in that age group, 24% (or whatever) were never married. I think that's what the poor writing means.

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I think that's right. But still, 24% of 60% of all women is still high, no?
That's like 14% of all women between 40 and 69 have never been married. Ever. I would have thought it was in the single digits.

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http://sportsmed.starwave.com/i/page...30929hole4.jpg

Seriously. This guy gets in, and they make us all leave our umbrellas outside. WTF?

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Maybe cougars have more time to reply to the survey than divorced women dealing with kids?

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No, because then I would need a password.

Of course I didn't go straight to law school. I had a whole year off in between - after my small, private, just below ivy league college, at which I did nothing fun.

My new favorite headline
 

Man, Woman, Snake Die in Fiery Crash has been replaced with Satan Back in Fold.

Cougar sighting
 

I don't think the article said anywhere that 60% of women aged 40-69 are single. It said that 60% of the singles are women. I agree with Burger that another limiting factor of the survey is determining whether it is truly a representative sampling of all single women in that age group or if the likelihood of responding varied across groups of singles.

All it really says is that 1/4 of single survey respondents who were women aged 40-69 had never married.

And now I am boring myself.

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Better than "Texas Court Upholds Butt Search for Crack"?

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I suspect that GA2GP was that nice but ultimately unattractive fellow who lived in the quiet dorm and probalby never got laid til he went to the local town bar, got liquored up in an attempt to keep up with whomever he was with, and then went home with the fat, townie woman who looks like the gal from Drew Carey. After this setback, complete with the strange creepy crawlers in the pubes (oh, how embarrassing!), and the ensuing AIDs scare (no wait, that aws after his time), he enrolled in that Kaplan and prepped for those LSATs. Then he became the hypster who started outlining before law school even started and put the fear in the people with other interests who merely sought a means to an end. Then he became the associate who billed the most hours, making the others with something better to do at night and on weekends worry they wouldnt make partner (and most didnt). Now he is partner, probably has an average looking wife with a slight weight problem and a coulple of kids he has to feed. Oh, and he socializes with JRUSS bc he thought that was how to be FBcool.

Talking about working so hard just to get to the middle. Soemone should have dosed this guy when he was eighteen. *

But maybe he is hip to the core deep down inside. No judgment.

*no more drug references, just reality tv and petty little stabs at others, just for fun!

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By my senior year, in my major, there was clear differentiation between the two groups. One easy way to tell us screw ups was that we weren't in class much, so we couldn't hide- THEY knew who we were. The last year there's a group project class. The first day all the groups are set. All that would be in my group were two other useless screw ups, so we're one short.

The next day, Ms. Golden shows up, having missed the first day for an interview. Beautiful, tall, all A's student; she's on the short list for some competitive scholarship that only 2 kids in the whole US get. Her poor ass gets stuck in my group.

Near the end of term, I see this sheet where she's predicting her grades and ultimate GPA. She's predicting all A's and a C- from our group- or that's what she was hoping for. You can't imagine how guilty I felt knowing I was going to ruin her ambitions. I really needed a drink that night.

What she hadn't thought of was that as F'd up as we were, we were all graduating. We had the chops to fake it, and got her the B she needed to keep her GPA national comp level.

I sort of think the ability to walk into a test cold/hungover-drunk still, and hit class average was good experience for thinking on your feet when a judge or witness hits you with something unexpected. I mean every test in my last 31/2 years of college was pretty much being hit by the unexpected.

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You're not that slobbering beer-stinking drunk guy who stumbled out of my bar exam weeping 'my dad is gonna kick my ass...my dad is gonna kick my ass...", are you?

Glad to hear you turned out okay!