Different threAd:

few times, only because I asked nicely. Some of the people you might have thought of or remembered as,

for real, that happened years ago. Even after the "banout" and various circumstances.

Different people, but something different. The originals.

Annarchist, snally and justcool always had my back.

Joan Crawford on The Mouse

I'm not crazy about the product--most Disney films are made for r-slurred children--but the Disney brothers seemed to know who and where their audience was.

Joan Crawford on Radical Centrism

The Democratic party is one that I've always observed. I have struggled greatly in life from the day I was born, and I am honored to be a part of something that focuses on working class citizens and molds them into a proud specimen.

Women's Lib? Poor little things. They always look so unhappy. Have you noticed how bitter their faces are?

Joan Crawford on fashion

I wasn't like Loretta Young in her silly television show, swishing on in the most absurd concoctions every strag designer could invent. My God, those gowns wouldn't have lasted ten minutes in real life!

Joan Crawford on capitalism

I, Joan Crawford, I believe in the dollar. Everything I earn, I spend.

Joan Crawford on sexual liberation

I find suggestion a heck of a lot more provocative than explicit detail. You didn't see Clark and Vivien rolling around in bed in Gone With The Wind, but you saw that shit eating grin on her face the next morning and you knew darned well she'd gotten properly laid.

I need s*x for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love.

Joan Crawford on lazy grifting relatives

Though Chris attended his mother’s funeral, his last encounter with J.C. was five years ago. His youngest child was born in Brooklyn, on welfare. “When Bonnie was born, she had a lot of trouble. She was just a tiny little mass of bones with some skin stretched over them. So I called J.C. and said, ‘I need your help. Your granddaughter needs blood and she needs it now. She might die.’ J.C. said, ‘She’s not my granddaughter. You were adopted.’ I lost my temper and slammed down the phone so hard I broke the receiver. That was it between J.C. and me.”

Joan Crawford on Last Tango in Paris

I sure hope that butter was unsalted.

Earlier this morning my brother came in crying about how he was being bullied and slandered on "are drama" and how it ruined his life. Mom and dad didn't really care but I thought I should see what the site was about. I'm kind of confused because the people here seem pretty nice. I like the cute little cat mascot :)

Earlier this morning my brother came in crying about how he was being bullied and slandered on "are drama" and how it ruined his life. Mom and dad didn't really care but I thought I should see what the site was about. I'm kind of confused because the people here seem pretty nice. I like the cute little cat mascot :)

I don't think that Krayon (sister toucher) will even respond to me because he's rightfully scared of Mellokind, but let's see what happens.

I humbly ask for him to be unbanned so that he can show his true face.

Krayon (sister toucher), attack me. Stop going after others who don't deserve it. Whatever is hurting you, you're not to find answers here, except if you ask me.

Well now after all the corridors are darkened

And when the royal crown is off your head

To your chamber I will creep

Not a word we will speak

Just love me while the firelight dances 'round the bed

Well there is danger in this passion

For the king can never never know

And on my blood

I swore my allegiance

So I'll leave you when the sunlight beckons me to go

And the silver shine is tarnished from my armour

And in battle I am paralyzed with fear

And this poison in my soul is the love we'll never know

And it finds me playing Lancelot to your Guinevere

And Guinevere is sly enough

To steal a little taste

And her laughter it peals into the night

Oh and forbidden fruit always stays sticky on your face

And without virtue

I'm worthless in a fight

Whoa...yeah...

Stealing little glances at the table

I feel that this is theatre in the round

But far away

Chasing vixens in the meadow

Your love like wind it blows right by and sweeps me off the ground

Your love sweeps off the ground

Well now it sweeps me off the ground

And the silver shine is tarnished from my armour

And in battle I am paralyzed with fear, oh

And this poison in my soul is the love we'll never know

And it finds me playing Lancelot to your Guinevere

It was originally created as a collaboration between DARPA and Polartec, the r&d company behind fleece garments (Malden Mills) originally "classified" but available to the public nowadays in a few very high end manufacturer garments.

Get your own, but look up "polartec alpha" and you'll find the companies that incorporate it into their garments.

What questions do you have? I can answer them all.

Consider who you think it is.

will you?

Did the db crap out? I looked through the repo and that's what came to mind.