Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 11:26:01 +1100 From: "Ruby Goes" <[email protected]>
I'm off to a long lunch on a nice little big yacht on Sydney Harbour. A glass and a half of some fine Aussie Pinot Noir and accompanying charcuterie. Miles Davis, dancing, being carried in someone's arms if I feel like, holding hands if I want to, and doing as I please. No Draconian laws for me, thank you. Gross Domestic Happiness is the way to go. "No worries." Mario observes: Whoa! Yipee! Way to go, Rubeeeee! You go, girl, as we say in the 'hood:-)) Nice to see you finally break-out and let loose after so many cut and paste posts with no such trenchant eye-popping commentary. No middle-east for Ruby, I can see. No siree. She where she wants to be and she's even being protected by her government from an influx of others like her:-)) Heaven on earth! Hey, Ruby, see if this explains why some jihadis are suicidal: [Author unknown] No freedom of thought No freedom of religion No parties No dancing No fashion No alcohol No eye candy No bare skin No car races No football No soccer No pork vindaloo No sorpotel No burgers with bacon No lobster No nachos No Beer !!!!!!!! Rags for clothes and towels for headgear. Constant wailing from the guy in the tower. More than one wife. You can't shave. Your wives can't shave. You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung. Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey. Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better! I mean, really, is there any mystery here?
