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Politics : Should God be replaced? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Shoot1st who wrote (3508)	11/29/2000 2:01:39 PM
From: Solon	Respond to of 28931

Along that line--Cosmicforce (small f) is missing a whole herd of cows.

To: Shoot1st who wrote (3508)	11/29/2000 8:08:40 PM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 28931

I think you're reading Chrissie wrong; I don't think his fanatic loathing for any woman exhibiting any level of sensuality comes from his unfamiliarity with the pleasures of contact between male and female. I suspect that it has more to do with a dislike for competition. A vaguely appropriate tale: A young sailor, fresh out of maritime training, sets out on his first voyage. He's excited to be out at sea at last, but he has one problem: he's horny as hell. He's a good looking guy and always had plenty of girlfriends; there's not a female on the ship and not even enough privacy for a satisfactory self-gratification session, and it's starting to bother him. Strangest of all, none of the other guys on the ship seems even slightly disturbed, which makes him wonder why. Finally he approaches a salty old sailor and asks him what everybody else does to relieve their natural urges. The old sailor strokes his beard and says "you see that big barrel up there on the foredeck"? The young lad nods. "You see that hole in the barrel"? The young lad nods again. "Well, you just go up there and stick yourself in the hole, and see what happens..." The young guy thinks that the old sailor is probably just having some fun with him, but he keeps an eye on the barrel, and he sees that the other men on the ship are indeed going up to the barrel, doing exactly as the old sailor said, and walking away looking fully satisfied. So later that day he goes up to the barrel, slips his eternal erection into it, and gets the best blow job he's ever had in his life. He runs back to the old sailor, delighted, and proclaims "that was great; I'm going to do that every day"! "Every day but Tuesday", cautioned the old sailor. "Why not Tuesday?", asked the young lad, realizing with some disappointment that it was Monday. "Because Tuesday", leered the old sailor, "is your day in the barrel". The prospect terrifies him; so much so that he hides his (?) lust behind a cloak of scripture, but deep down inside Chrissie just can't wait for his day in the barrel.