So the arms of peoples in Hew Hams-shire are heavy? What about their legs--are those heavy too? Fat thighs and all that . . .
On a windless night, Vermont residence have reported hearing the eerie swishing of distant corduroy-clad legs as legions of freely living and/or dying New Hampshireans take to their post-prandial prowl, ever-vigilant against criminals and/or hippies and/or Massholes.
pdog, funny you should mention demographics.....
MA's stats were much higher per 100,000 residents in 1970, 1980, 1990, and 2000 for violent crime and robbery.
MA's stats are also higher, in most cases for murder and rape.
In 1980, VT out-raped MA. And in 2000 NH did the same (by A LOT).
The murder rate was about twice as high in MA than in NH and VT until 2000 when the murder rates evened out (2 per 100,000 for both MA and NH and 1.5 for VT).
In MA the rate for murder and robbery have declined since the 1980 census and violent crime and rape have declined since the 1990 census.
Now, here's a key element: the population density. People per square mile in VT, 66; in NH, 138; in MA 810.
We all know about those rats........
Remember that last election when NH voted blue? Massholes are moving to greener and less expensive pastures.....
Quote:It just expresses the PRINCIPLE involved, Farmer.
I wouldn't lock up my good silver when honored guests come to tea, but on principle, some people would be served with styrofoam cups and plastic spoons.
Of course, a really determined individual could turn styrofoam cuts and plastic spoons into weapons of local destruction.
look what can be done with the lowly box-cutter by someone really motivated
Farmerman--
Box cutters have sharp edges. That is obvious.
There are people on this great earth, in this great country, who think they are safe from being stabbed with a plastic spoon.
I understand if one aims for the eye.....
Noddy24 wrote:Farmerman--
Box cutters have sharp edges. That is obvious.
There are people on this great earth, in this great country, who think they are safe from being stabbed with a plastic spoon.
I understand if one aims for the eye.....
when i was a kid, we'd take cafeteria cutlery, break off the end, and file them down on cement or cinder blocks (blacktop doesn't work) until we had a wee little shiv with a wicked sharp point. good fun.
patiodog--
You and your friends showed the sort of enterprise that makes America great.
what we do with passion, we do well...
geez, and all we did is make the cheesy metal forks into bracelets.
we weren't allowed to have metal. damn california public schools.
