Barkerburgh

Tracy Barlow had the baby - which is Steve’s, not Roy’s (even though she said it was after winning a bet with Bev that she could get Roy to sleep with her, despite the local belief that he would be faithful to his transexual ‘wife’, Hayley, born Harold, but she only won by slipping Roy some date-rape drug that she’d stopped Bev’s daughter from ingesting at her hen night, and they didn’t have sex at all) and fighting with her family, mom Deirdre and step-father Ken, and her own grandmother Blanche (who bought Curly’s old house for Tracy to bring up her baby), she gave the baby to Roy and Hayley, who had been paying her thousands of pounds to support her during the pregnancy so they could take the baby from her, and Roy even got Tracy to marry him so that he would have legal claim to the child,*and* put his name on the birth certificate, so that even after Tracy told Steve (and tried to disrupt his wedding to Karen - who I don’t know who I hate more, Tracy or Karen - don’t get me started - by cancelling the fancy expensive venue and the la-di-da photographer, still manage to get married this week, with Tracy making some big hoo-ha at the church - Steve booked an even more fancy and expensive place for the reception, because it was available - but I’ve only seen the commercials on CBC and don’t know exactly what’s going to happen) and now Blanche has kicked Tracy out of the house since she doesn’t have the baby anymore, but she still has her job working for Steve at Streetcars, because he may be cold but he’s not mean, and Ken and Deirdre are reluctantly still friends with Roy and Hayley so that they can at least still see their granddaughter who Tracy didn’t name, but Roy and Hayley named Patience, considering what they had to go through to get her.
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There’s a fun and interesting discussion going on over on plastic.

People are funny. No getting away from them. Laugh a minute sometimes, other times they make you want to cry.

Funny old world, too. Makes you laugh, makes you cry. Then you die.

That’s Intelligent Design?

Except you and me, and I ain’t too goddamn sure about you!

No offense and present company accepted, I’m sure.

So here’s why; from imdb’s news, Protests, Prayer Vigils To Greet ‘Kinsey’.

I’ll save ya the trouble. Keywords(and concepts):Mengele, fags, Hollywood mad scientists, abortion and - hahahahaha! - renewed virgins! Kid I you not.

Sometimes right wing Americans can be such jerk-offs. Maybe that’s why we call them Yanks. Again, no offense, but if the foo shits.

I say we legalize marijuana, gay marriage and Cuban cigars. Then storm the border. That’ll show’em.

Hey, America! Get over it.

What is it, you ask?

EVERYTHING!