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While I do believe in meditation, I take issue with Lynch on this push towards the Maharishi guru thing. There are many routes and I prefer focusing on fish, compost piles, shit, farts and pig ears - with an occasional tea ceremony.
BREAKING NEWS FLASH! I had no idea Wagga's latest Fishnet Files™ included so many Safe For Baab images, so it will take me some time to decide which ones hit Nuclear Tentacles this evening...
"No,” said Eisman. “It’s azero. There is zero probability that your default rate will be 5 percent.” The losses on subprime loans would be much, much greater. Before the guy could reply, Eisman’s cell phone rang. Instead of shutting it off, Eisman reached into his pocket and answered it. “Excuse me,” he said, standing up. “But I need to take this call.” And with that, he walked out.
P.S. Hi Mom! I love you and hope you don't think I'm really nuts now that you've found my blogs. I need an outlet for my anal-retentive life that is boring as hell - perhaps that's why I have such vivid dreams and hate waking up in the morning.
Battle of the Natsu-yasumi - Fumio Nabata
Saloon Girl by =rav777
I've got new Heels by =rav777
Fashion Show Miss Emma by ~TheRealEricX
Fishnet Fantasy by ~CherylLee
maria by =the-pink-rabbit
V52 via this is not happiness
"No,” said Eisman. “It’s a zero. There is zero probability that your default rate will be 5 percent.” The losses on subprime loans would be much, much greater. Before the guy could reply, Eisman’s cell phone rang. Instead of shutting it off, Eisman reached into his pocket and answered it. “Excuse me,” he said, standing up. “But I need to take this call.” And with that, he walked out.
