When does a life technically end?

Okay, Lash - I won't answer you anymore on this thread after this.
We'll see.
The folks trying to post about when life really ends don't deserve it, and you definitely aren't worth the time.
Too bad you don't consider them when you start your crap.
You dig your fangs as deep as you can into what you imagine me to be personally, but you somehow think you are above getting personal comments.
This is what's so sad. This comment applies to you. You dish it out, and you can't take it. You think you're above personal comments.
You went off the deep end because I said something - months ago - about your health,
Wrong. I just responded similarly to your post. You are the one who went off the deep end.

If I had, we'd have all been reading about what I guess your sex life is like, your personal relationships, your mental health, etc. Do you notice you're the only one going there?
You've lost you mind. Or you'r a pathological liar. Maybe both. You've mentioned all of those things. You're just so psychotically egocentric, you don't think it;'s the same thing as when it's returned to you. God, get a therapist.
You use any excuse to dig as deep as your sad little mind will go, and try to hurt as deeply as you can.
My excuse is when you do it to me. Actually, a pretty ******* good excuse.
You have no justification to speak of my recovery or personal life with my girlfriend.
My justification is when you do it to me.
You are taking the consistently lower road, and I don't need to do anything but sit back and let you rant.
It's the same road, it just bothers you more.
No one knows anyone well enough on this board well enough to have the kind of hatred that comes accross in your posts for me. I can only guess that for now, you need me to be that terrible man you keep trying to paint.
Just returning in kind.
Maybe sometime soon you will get things in your life that will allow you to stop being so damn bitter.
Bitterness is evidenced by a pervasive misdirected anger, that spews out so frequently, at real and imagined slights--or without any provocation at all-- it becomes a well-known characteristic of the embittered person.

That is you.

The best I can do is to draw a line and not let you drag me into the gutter you seem to love.

The best you can do is not bite off more than you can chew.

What am I gonna do, swimpy? She can't leave me alone! I think she's in love.....

With all the hoopola on stem cell research, the real question should be "when does life begin?"

Q: When does a life technically end?

A: "I Do"

Reading through this thread.....when does love begin?