Fair enough, I guess, les.

It’s a lifetime affliction…

mikey

Unless they belong to a Gathering of Beagles!

Then it’s okay to attack people…

You’re right on point with that.

I’m a former jarhead, and the second we’re swore in, we start learning the laws of the UCMJ. That story is 100% bullshit. Most likely passed around by idiots who’ve never worn a pair of boots.

islmfaoscist said,

If we’re not at war with Muslimofascists, how are there MIDGETS + DWARFS?!

That would be PYGMIES + DWARFS.

But, um, wrong blog (although I imagine there’s much cross-reading).

You say that like it’s a bad thing.

mikey

Sorry Cliff, that’s funnier than anything you came up with today. Well, the putting on pants before shoes line made me laugh, too.

Origins: Preceding its 1996 Internet debut, this story was across several decades — one reader recalls hearing it in 1968 while a freshman at U.C. Santa Barbara, and a telling that appears in a 1977 book places the event as happening in 1920s Pennsylvania.

With certain key details changed, this story shows up in the memoirs of clergyman Richard Harvey, wherein he dates it back to his time as a student at Allegheny College
in Meadville, Pennsylvania. In his version, the antagonist is said to be one Dr. Lee, a revered chemistry professor. Dr. Lee was a Christian, but one who subscribed to the “benevolent caretaker” theory of God (i.e., God created the universe and set it in motion but has been hands-off ever since) and thus did not believe that praying to Him affected anything.

According to Harvey, Dr. Lee began delivering a set of three lectures on prayer to his freshman chemistry class each year, with the third lecture culminating in the challenge for anyone to stop a glass beaker he was about to drop from breaking through the power of prayer alone. Twelve years later, a student did step forward and successfully do so, putting an end to this set of lectures. Or so we’re told.

Though this sighting gives a better idea how old the tale is, it fails to validate the legend. From the way this passage in Harvey’s book is worded, it’s clear he wasn’t present at the lecture where the brave student took up the challenge. He, too, heard the same inspirational tale we’re hearing now and chose to include it in his memoirs as something he believed.

And it is an inspirational tale of faith, one meant to encourage Christians to not waver in their beliefs even in the face of denunciation by a revered authority figure.

If USC (University of Southern California) has had a philosophy professor on staff who for the past twenty years has devoted a class period each semester to disproving the existence of God, it’s news to them. No one has named this professor or stated he was in class the day of the anti-God lecture. Call this current piece of netlore just an update of a much older legend.

Without the usual evasions of etiquette, yes, but short and to the point. My rendition of the vernacular is as close as I can get it. I’m no goddam Twain.

Unless that’s the idea.

The applesauce is OK, as long as it’s the finely strained variety, and not the kind with residual chunks or bits of apple skin still in the mix. The bits of apple skin stick to the back of the throat and make the eater go ghaaackkk – hook hook ghack!

And it’s not like old people need another reason to choke or cough up ugly shit.

christ, they print DOUG GILES, for fuck’s sake.

Must be ageism or quotas or something.