Re: The humorous side of the Chilean mining disaster
No doubt, but latin women are far from what people consider skinny.
I love me some big women, so when I say skinny, I mean the ones who don't have something somewhere on their body to grab onto. I'd guess around no less than 160-70. Of course, all of my recent lady friends have far surpassed that mark because I am far past that mark myself. Let's face it: big girls want it more and want YOU more. They're just happy to get any attention. Plus, if you get 'em before they lose the weight, they appreciate the fact that you got with 'em before they looked good. Get em while they're fat, it can only go uphill (unless you get that one broad who is going for the guinness world record of fattest bitch ever).
Historical comment on the ability to fart at will is observed as early as St. Augustine's The City of God (5th century AD). Augustine mentions men who "have such command of their bowels, that they can break wind continuously at will, so as to produce the effect of singing." The fact that mankind in general has lost this ability he attributes to the first sin of Adam and Eve and its consequences with respect to body control.
With Exodus' historicity and Wyatt's Wheels again under discussion, I'm reminded of the Biblical story, especially where one of Pharaoh's magicians throws down his staff and turns it into a snake.
As a child, I wondered what god had given the magician this power; surely not Yahweh, obviously, and certainly not Satan, since he was the serpent, so...? Sounded like a theological problem to me, and I treasured those.
I grew up around snake handlers. They were common in Harlan County, where I had family, and occasionally visited our neighborhood of mostly Appalachian transplants in Indy.
Raising the spirit on those summer nights could get pretty hot. It went something like this:
Have you ever been to an American wedding? Where's the vodka? Where's the marinated herring?! -Gogol Bordello