War stops when all bad guys are dead. Since that is not possible, just pissing in the wind hoping it will happen.
Ah yes. Venice. Hippie chick gave me the crabs in the late 60's. First and only time.
Dave B
at September 2, 2014 3:14 PM
Love hippie chicks. Had a BIG discussion w/one about "force". Naturally she was against "force" and that "peace" was all we (the world) needed.
So I asked her how she would handle an abusive neighbor who continually invaded her space, saying she had a cute ass, and that one of these days he was going to take it. He just would not stop and he got a little more forceful every time.
I love Venice.
Ppen at September 2, 2014 3:09 AM
That makes two of us.
Amy Alkon at September 2, 2014 5:08 AM
War stops when all bad guys are dead. Since that is not possible, just pissing in the wind hoping it will happen.
Ah yes. Venice. Hippie chick gave me the crabs in the late 60's. First and only time.
Dave B at September 2, 2014 3:14 PM
Love hippie chicks. Had a BIG discussion w/one about "force". Naturally she was against "force" and that "peace" was all we (the world) needed.
So I asked her how she would handle an abusive neighbor who continually invaded her space, saying she had a cute ass, and that one of these days he was going to take it. He just would not stop and he got a little more forceful every time.
Sputter. Sputter. Sputter.
May the force be with you.
Bob in Texas at September 2, 2014 3:36 PM
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