I've oft been complimented on the snugness of my rump, thank you for noticing.

Class, great breeding (as opposed to the 'INbreeding' in your neck of the schwamp) and good jeans/genes will out, you know.

Bingley was sorry he missed you, but he had an early supper at the club to get to.

I took the pic [url=http://www.floridastateparks.org/koreshan/]here[/url] on Saturday, Donnah; I thought I was in your neck of the woo, er, swamp.

Much more pleasanter folks than the Banglacolans, I might add.

They were so much "simpler", he told me.

It does not necessarily follow that those of a more complex nature are more estimable in their character than are those who follow somewhat straighter paths.

My mom grew up in Estero when the Koreshans were at their height. We used to go to the park for picnics all the time when I was a kid. Why are you tromping on mine and my mother's memories?

"And they live off the land and the most unUSUAL substances...I believe they said it was a Miracle they were still alive, whipped as they were. It was damn near a Museum of Natural Cracker Living History", said the ass kisser, on the phone to my ownself from Naples.

Stomping? Hardly. A pleasant, most respectful stroll about the grounds of the Koreshanity complex is a much better description.

I believe, Sis, that Dr. Teed developed his theories after gazing into a jar of Miracle Whip that had but one scoop removed from it.

And the mystic said unto his Koreshii flock: "Be...the JAR."

And as cheaply as possible.

Sorry. Forgot attribution.

From the documentary film : "Cracker Shack"

David Koresh took that name for a reason. He and Teed both believed the secret to the perfect sandwich spread was hidden somewhere in the Book of Revelations.

Hidden for a reason...