Xennady, I am so sorry you didn't get the parent you deserved.  At least your parent didn't proceed to have something illegal done to you as the mothers in this article have.  Twisting the heads off of live babies is illegal.  I pray to God it remains illegal forever. 

:D :D :D  Heh!  Who in their right mind wouldn't love flownover?!

Darn tootin'!  Mike is a special Cool Texan who deserves the best!

My chem professor is currently doing the same thing.  I keep trying not to laugh out loud at all of his "takes."

Uh... yeah... no.  That's not quite how it happened.  Your version is definitely the Hollywoodized one.  There's nothing in there about me thinking I was going to die and imagining my and my classmates' blood spattered on the white-washed farm house.  Incidentally, the farmer's wife refused us entrance into her home.  So, we gathered on her porch and watched the rocks fall.  

Also, nothing in there about us crazy Pentecostals getting all "Jesus-y" and praying out loud.

The stoning, we convinced a bus company to take us back to Jerusalem. The hooligans stoning us 2 hours prior were offering me fruit for the trip back. Little stinkers.

Oh, it's a good one, I guarantee. I hesitate to write it down because I'm more used to telling it in person with facial expressions and gestures. But the short answer is...I was in Israel in '89 with a field archeology class in college. Our leader felt it was necessary to visit the site of Ai during the first intifada. On the West Bank. On our way back to the bus, we discovered our bus gone, and stone throwing youths in their place. After negotiations broke down, our group split in two. The smaller group ran to a nearby farmhouse. The larger group ran to a mosque further away. I was in the small group watching my friends being chased with a remnant of hooligans stoning them. Since we were a mostly Christian group (Pentecostal to boot), those of us at the house stretched out our hands toward our fleeing friends and prayed very loudly for them. The larger band of hooligans approached us ready to stone us until we stepped out and tried to talk to them.Suddenly they dropped their rocks and escorted us to our friends. 2 hours after

I was wondering if that was her premise, but I wasn't quite sure.

I think I just peed my pants.

Martinson's little rampage was so full of profanity I honestly have no [expletive deleted] clue what she's trying to communicate.

Go Pat!

Hey, Eric and I got stoned together on the West Bank in '89.  I could always bring that up.  

(Stoned as in literally, not another word for intoxicated)

Don't think it didn't cross my mind to "outsource" this little project.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!  I might actually want to watch that video!

Also, I have had much animus with this assignment because I.  Don't.  Like.  Making.  Videos.

I think from here on out, we should blame everything on Eric.

For those of you who have no clue which Eric we're blaming, Eric is a mutual friend 10 and I realized we have in common.  He's also not (yet) on Ricochet.  So he's safe to demonize.