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Every time I watch McCain speak I want to yell this point blank into his ears!  People say the guy is funny.  Damn. He’s doing a real good job hiding it.  All I get is "This campaign will be civil"…..and then he blathers on about sometime to no end and little distinction between the body and the punch line.  Some body take this guy aside and have a talk with the Senator.   You need to have a de-senatorialization pronto!

You can buy ethanol alcohol very cheaply in Brazil.  It is very cheap.  It is very concentrated and people use it to start their barbeque grills.   I like it because when you rub it on your skin it smells faintly of caramel.  Also the part that absorbs into your body is the type of alcohol your body tolerates well.   Its hard to describe the smell but like other liquors you can’t completely remove the essence of the source material that was fermented to make it.

I had a female roomate once. Carrie was an extremely fun and interesting person.  She told the story once of an attempted rape. She was working at a summer camp and was riding her bike to town. The camp was in rural Illinois. She was riding along and man grabbed her handle bars and pulled her into a corn field.  The guy was obviously not quite right.  He told her to take her clothes off.  She said "I am not going to fight you and I’m not going to tell anyone about this"   Well as it turns out the guy could not get an erection.  He needed the increased blood pressure do to the rush of a struggling woman to get hard.  He finally gave up.  She promptly went to the police and he was arrested.  Retardo Maltaban had done some sort of similar assault before were he had raped someone and had finally been released only to do it again.  If more women kept cool heads in tough situations the world would do better.  And the retard?   Rape used to be a capital crime.  These people should not reproduce. 

Johnny No-Face was a legend in and around the area of my home town in eastern Ohio.  The story was that as a child he was flying a kite with wet string and it came down on top of some power lines.  The power surged up the string and blew his face off.  People would report seeing him walking by the lonely country roads of Darlington, Pensylvania.  I never saw him but the stories were colorful.  These stories were oldish in the 1970’s.