@The Psyentist 538066 wrote:

Sorry Korno but I’ve seen this mistake far too many times to dismiss it again. Awful has no E in it. I know it’s pretty much the opposite of awesome but they are different words with no connection in their spelling.

The Grammar Nazi never rests!!!!

Nah cheers heaps man, no one ever corrected me before, i’ll remember that now :horay:

This is not miraculous, from my experience with hypnosis and hypnotherapy I am well aware that powerful suggestion can give incredible pain relief. I have seen dentistry and even full operations performed where hypnosis is the only anaesthetic.

This does not prove the existence of God. But it does prove that we are capable of achieving incredible things purely by the power of thought.

[video=youtube_share;A3CzptgIvcU]http://youtu.be/A3CzptgIvcU[/video]

@Chrispydelic 538112 wrote:

This is not miraculous, from my experience with hypnosis and hypnotherapy I am well aware that powerful suggestion can give incredible pain relief. I have seen dentistry and even full operations performed where hypnosis is the only anaesthetic.

This does not prove the existence of God. But it does prove that we are capable of achieving incredible things purely by the power of thought.

Yup unlike God and all that bullshit psychosomacy is very much real

@The Psyentist 538121 wrote:

It is if you remember the apostrophe in it’s 😉

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3AE0iYsdfU

@Savvydravvy 538128 wrote:

Tits.

@General Lighting 538129 wrote:

Thats a lovely pair of tits.

Thus deleting the discussion.

@Izbeckistan 538136 wrote:

Iv always wondered why people call woman birds.

Same reason they call them “chicks” in America I guess.

@Izbeckistan 538138 wrote:

And what reason is that ?

I think I remember hearing that “bird” comes from Chaucer, who wrote the poem “Parlement de Foules” which is about birds and is the one that ascribed the idea that valentine’s day was for lovers.

Whether this is true or not, I leave the dear reader to decide.

AND THIS

“I tried to call my mother and father for what I thought might be the last time on August 7, 2010. Unexpectedly, I became the victim of a violent attack at my girlfriend’s home. An ex-boyfriend had broken into her home while we were away shopping and was armed with a 9mm handgun. As the two of them scuffled, I managed to make my way to the front door. Inside the house, 5 shots were fired at me from approximately 10ft away by this military vet and only my left leg was grazed. Once outside, I jumped over a porch railing and landed about 10ft below in the yard. I darted across the road toward her parent’s house, which was nearly 75-100 yards away.

The shooter had moved outside as well and fired at me 8 more times. I was hit 3 times while on the run but did not go down. The most critical shot went through my back and out my chest, merely inches from my heart and spine. I truly believe that God’s angels had to guide these bullets during this attack.

I calmed down as I made my way into her parents home. There was a serene peace that overcame me as I waited 45 minutes on an ambulance. After a bumpy ride, I still felt this peace as I laid in the medic-chopper and took a 30 minute flight to the hospital. I remained conscious this entire time but only due to God’s strength. God helped my to keep breathing even though my left lung had collapsed. As I was laid on the operating table in the trauma unit, my body suddenly felt more pain than I could begin to describe. I had lost nearly all of my blood and was bleeding internally.

I awoke the next day, Sunday, in ICU. From that point on, I consider my recovery miraculous. I was released from the hospital after only 10 nights. I walked out with no assistance and my mother and father walking next to me. 1 month later, I was able to walk a mile at our high school track as well as return to the location of the shooting.

On Oct.4th, less than 2 months later, God gave me the ability to go back to work. He also protected my girlfriend during this attack. She was shot at twice and only hit once in the leg that went through and out. Life has pretty much returned to normal for both of us in a relatively short time. I just felt the need to share my testimony and my miracle with others. Thank you”

@barrettone 538140 wrote:

I think I remember hearing that “bird” comes from Chaucer, who wrote the poem “Parlement de Foules” which is about birds and is the one that ascribed the idea that valentine’s day was for lovers.

Whether this is true or not, I leave the dear reader to decide.

So its not because we have white poo ?