what tipe of religion are you

I like Holloway.

We adherents of the Church of Jesus H. Christ don't get too involved in dogma, however, and Holy Mackeral works also.

god was my copilot but when we crash landed in the Rockies I had to eat him.

btw, what exactly is a tipe?

cav, You ever hear of phonics? LOL c.i.

native american shaman live in tipe's

I've heard of tipe O's

I think he was a letter homonymous to a verb denoting existence in the present tense short of a word for "the first or second stomach of a ruminant, esp. of the ox, prepared as food; formerly including also the entrails of swine and fish" ....








... which is to say, if you're not playing the home game, "tripe."

Dyslexia- what does God taste like? A little like chicken, but oh so divine! And plenty of leftovers...

I say I am agnostic, but I waver between atheism and having an independent personal belief. However, I believe absolutely in an individual's right to freedom of belief (as long as they aren't a proselytizer or finger-pointer). I detest diatribes against one belief or another; be it against Muslims, Seventh-Day Adventists, Catholics, Jews, Wiccans, or whatever.

So what tripe of religion are you? I prefer honeycomb, from a cow, myself.

Oh, it was a typo after all; tripe of religion.

I am CodeBorg.

me tarzan

me

I-Me-Mine

One thing I'm not is a Linda Tripe!

easy for you to say Bill

Yeah, but she's the one that has to live with it and live with it and live with it and live with it and........ohhh, you get the jist!

i could not but help noticing that parfum linda wears, is the eau de cleveland?

All thru' the day
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
All thru' the night
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
Now they're frightened of leaving it
Ev'ryone's weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All thru' the day I me mine.

I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine,
I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine.

All I can hear
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
Even those tears
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
No-one's frightened of playing it
Ev'ryone's saying it,
Flowing more freely than wine,
All thru' the day I me mine.

I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine,
I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine.

All I can hear
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
Even those tears
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
No-one's frightened of playing it
Ev'ryone's saying it,
Flowing more freely than wine,
All thru' your life I me mine.

Guy sprains his ankle while hiking in the Sierra Madre, and can only drag himself along very painfully for short distances. As night overtakes him, he finds a California Condor brooding on its nest--and he kills and eats it, enabling him to survive until a rescue party finds him. He is taken into Federal Court, most as a formality, and the Judge clears him because of his extreme necessity, and then calls him to the bench.

"You know, i'm a hunter myself, and have enjoyed many kinds of game, so i was . . . uh . . . wondering, what does Condor taste like?"

"Well, yer honor, it's kinda a cross between Bald Eagle and Snowy Owl."