Profiled – small dead animals

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You’re a funny guy, Tony. But I’ll be damned if you’re gonna get away with slurring the food textures. I love the food textures. Most beautiful thing in the world.
But I think that’s enough, my good, individualistic man. You go do your thing and… oh, no, I’m not going to start that all over again! 🙂

In his prime PET would thrash Nugent anywhere, anywhy, anyhow.
moonbat

Shoo! Moonbat! Shoo!

Agreed, Stephen, I’m sorry if I came across as slurring other people’s enjoyment of textures that don’t work so well for me. Rather, I celibrate their enjoyment (I think the wiggly food on the Iron Chef is great for those who like it, even if my favourite episode was the potato battle 😉 I was originally just taking issue with WalterP’s collectivist statement to the effect that “Who doesn’t like shellfish?” I don’t, ok.
(Shrimp and lobster excepted, for the record.)
I’m tired of arguing about kinds of tobacco, kinds of alcohol, kinds of caffine, and kinds of lard (that would be the four food groups, for those of you keeping score at home).
There are much more important things to argue about, such as the relationship between private property and the commons in modern society.
Unfortunately, our public dialectics seem all to often to be of the nature of “everyone likes foo, or they’re not Canadian”, not that WalterP was saying that. Anyway, I’m not buying it.
Liberal: Imagine all the people, living in harmony.
Conservative: Imagine all the people, living in security.
Socialist: Imagine all the people, living in solidarity.
Authoritarian: Imagine all the people, living in tyranny.
Libertarian: Imagine tyranny. Oh the horror, the horror.

PET: Brilliant intellectual and academic.
TN: WangDang Sweet Poontang
San Antonio suck my Boneio
Duh!
moonbat

When you said “brilliant”, moonbat, did you mean “the smallest size of type used in printing”, or did you mean “a kind of cotton goods”?

It wasn’t a quote from Mr. Spock.

Moonbat,
You, sir or madam, have chosen to insult, for no apparent reason, the Alamo City, which is a matter of the utmost concern to the citizens of Texas.
Your presence at the main doors of the Alamo is requested forthwith, so that this matter of honor may be redressed. You may, of course, choose the weapons; Smith & Wesson Model 500,
Magnum Research BFR .500, .44 AutoMag, or should you desire something more ‘period’ oriented, six pound cannon (ref. the ‘Twin Sisters’).
Please respond forthwith. The Republic of Texas awaits your answer.
Respectfully yours,
A Texan (and proud of it!)

Now calm down Joey, anyone who considers abstract brilliance to be a de jure step on the path to sainthood probably isn’t capable of insulting the fine Republic of Texas. On the other hand, I’d sure be up for firing off a pair of six pounders just for fun. You bring along the barbeque, and I’ll bring along the beer.
Say, that reminds me of an old song: Now you bring along the old copper kettle and I’ll bring along the corn. You bring along the wood for the fire and new liquor will be born… I wish I could remember the rest, but the 45 is in a box buried in the basement somewhere and I can’t find any reference at Google.