And the streets are paved with cheese.
"Question the world man... I know the meaning of everything right now... it's like I can touch god." - bbobb the ggreatt
Never dealt with health problems with or without insurance, so I couldn't tell you. I never heard of anyone being denied help 'cause they didn't have insurance.
The shoe thing varies house to house. I don't wear my shoes indoors just 'cause it's comfortable, but I don't stop guests from wearing their shoes in my place if they want to.
My broadband connection at home lets me upload at about 40-45 KBps, download is generally limited by the server--it's usually 900 KBps on a solid server.
Religion doesn't exist in San Francisco.
On Lake Ontario, land of LES, most people left the shoes on the porch, garage, or kept two sets of welcome mats -- a coarse one on the outside and a soft one on the inside. I'm sure JC or Pineapple can confirm this.
"Question the world man... I know the meaning of everything right now... it's like I can touch god." - bbobb the ggreatt
Okay I somewhat retract my religion isn't a big deal thing. Every campus/work place has a Jesus/Christian group that prays together before classes/work and felates his Lordship.
Granted their magical thinking ways probably permeate their every word and deed.
In my own house, I take my shoes off about ten minutes after I get inside, once I'm "settled down". If I'm just coming inside for about 30 minutes while planning to go somewhere, I'll keep them on. When I go to someone else's house, except for family's, I keep them on unless I am asked to take them off, or unless I plan on staying for quite a while, in which I ask if I can take them off (just as a courtesy).
Religion is pretty heavy in the southeastern US. I'm in Florida, which is only half considered the "south", but a large percentage of people would consider themselves religions. I would guess that at least half of the college students at my (not religious affiliated) school say that they believe in god or some other deity.
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
Comes in colors, pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, he's iridescent
Take it with you when you travel far
Get yourself a sweet madonna
Dressed in rhinestone, settin' on a
Pedestal of abalone shells
Goin' 90, I ain’t scared
Cause I got the virgin mary
Assuring me that I won't go to hell
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par
Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say, 'Damn'
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar
If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask
Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.
My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.
Last edited by Doc Holliday; 03 Oct 2007 at 06:15 PM.
"Question the world man... I know the meaning of everything right now... it's like I can touch god." - bbobb the ggreatt
I have a fiber optic line running into my apt though, hence the speeds.
You sir, are a hideous hermaphroditical character which has neither the force and firmness of a man, nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman.
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