I’m thinking about ordering pizza tonight, but I’m a little leery about southern pie. Now I fucking love pizza and would even consider myself somewhat of a pizza slut, can’t get enough of the stuff. However, a good friend of mine that lives in Richmond, VA (moved from Pittsburgh) told me that there is no pizza in the south. She says that we have been spoiled by the pizza up North and that ALL pizza sucks in the south. At first I thought this girl was crazy, how can you fuck up pizza? But I’m beginning...

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Am I the only one who enjoys visiting graveyards? I hope I am not the only one. But then to you have to love of history to understand the treasures found there.

The graveyards of New Orleans are particularly interesting to me. It is so full of history. Just the stories of the problems they had with burying people is enough to spark attention.

Here is a website that shows some awesome pictures of New Orleans Cemeteries. If you aren't chicken, you can also dive into the...

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I have met a few people on here that have been interested in the progress this area is making after Hurricane Katrina. Let me begin by thanking those of you up front for volunteering or even thinking about volunteering. If it were not for volunteers progress would be even worse.

Here are the before Katrina and after Katrina photos I wanted to share. You would not understand what was lost if you did not know what was there before.

http://www.photosfromkatrina.com/page04.htm...

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Shortly before One this morning I had something of a rude awakening. At first I thought it was nothing more than a bad dream but then I realised what was happening - an earthquake. We get them on rare occasions in dear old Blighty but they're rarely as severe as the one this morning. Needless to say it made the top item on the early morning news. It was the worst we've had in 25 years - or so we're told. Thankfully reported structural damage is fairly minimal and there has been only one recorded...

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When I was in the 2nd grade I had my ears pierced, I was 7 years old; I fainted.

I remember them marking my ears and being embarassed when the woman called over people to look at how small my ears are.

Then I remember that popping sound the piercing gun made. The next thing I can recall is my mom saying, "oh my God, put your head between your legs, put your head between your legs!" After that the next thing I knew everything around me kinda swirled and went...

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