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Dong you might like this one. You're all scientific. Actually all furries may like this video

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Extreme
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

..a great story, why not to wax your lady bits. i laughed so hard i almost peed my pants :P

WAX is NOT your friend


CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud... I laughed till I almost cried as I could just see this happening! (And I feel it too!)

All
hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
painless removal- The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now... the
wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home,
fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring
painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the
waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my
demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No
melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your
hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg
(or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.

(YA THINK!?!)

So
I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so
I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (Cold wax,
"yeah... right!")

I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

It works!

Ok, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.

I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With
me next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak
back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.

I
drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini
line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to
the inside of my butt cheek.

(Yes, it was a long strip)


I inhale deeply and brace myself... RRRRIIIPPP!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!!!!

Another deep breathe and RRIIPP!!

Everything is swirly and spotted.

I think I may pass out... must stay conscious...

Do I hear crashing drums???

Breathe, breathe...

OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy- a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.

I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip.

I touch. I am touching wax.

CRAP!

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake... remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?

I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

DANG!!!!!

I hear the slamming of a cell door.

"hoo-hoo"? Sealed shut!

Butt?? Sealed shut!

I
penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may
pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!

I'll
run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the
wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off,
right???

WRONG!!!!!

I get in the tub- the water is
slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize
surgical equipment- I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having
your nether regions glued together is having them glued together a n d
then glued to the bottom of the tub.. in scalding hot water. Which, by
the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!!!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few moths ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I
call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter-
"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There
is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but
she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly
where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?"

She's
laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and
she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YE AH!!!! RIGHT!
!!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go
through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a
razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in
hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then
dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!!

By now the brain is not
working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going
to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My
friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace...
the lotion the give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have
to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the s*** out of my friend.

It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.

"IT WORKS!! It works!!"

I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.

I
successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice t o my
grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!!!!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color.... Now that�s funny...... Notttt.

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Obituary - Cpl. Alexander Ben Owens




Cpl. Alexander Ben Owens, 20, died Christmas Day, Tuesday, Dec. 25, 2007, while serving his country as a U.S. Marine at Camp Pendleton, Calif.

Alexander was the son of Ben H. and Leslee A. Owens of Grand Valley, both of whom were military veterans. He enlisted at the Warren, Pa., recruiting station. Alex’s grandfather, the Rev. John P. Benson, a United Methodist minister, was born in Warren, Pa., and also was a military veteran, having been wounded in World War II during his service in the Army. Alex was preceded in death by his grandmother, Thelma E. Miller-Jones Benson of Rocky Grove.

A preliminary autopsy indicated Alex died of natural causes although more tests are being done to pinpoint the exact cause.

Alex was unresponsive when a roommate tried to rouse him Christmas morning so they wouldn’t be late for celebrations with Alex’s brother’s family in San Diego. An ambulance arrived within minutes and he was given CPR. He died at the hospital after resuscitation attempts failed.

Born Feb. 27, 1987, in Cherry Point, N.C., Alex was inquisitive and resourceful throughout his life, constantly striving to understand both mechanical and social structures.

“I’ve never seen such intelligence in anyone,” said his mother, Leslee. “He was always thinking, always trying to figure things out.”

Even as a baby, she said Alex liked to experiment, once putting a key into an electrical socket. The electricity went in a loop around the ring and the power surge tripped the circuit breaker, leaving Alex unscathed. He never stopped experimenting, she said.

Alex was fascinated by the science behind pharmacology and was taking classes online to prepare himself for a future degree in medicine, hoping to become a doctor upon leaving the Marines. His good service record and his General Technical test score of 145 put him in the top running for a military-sponsored scholarship to Stanford University.

“Alex was a good, hard working mechanic and one of the most intelligent Marines I have ever known,” said Commanding Officer Raymond H. Jones, Jr. of A Company, 3rd Assault Amphibian Battalion. “My last memory of Alex was on Friday, Dec. 21, 2007, when we had a battalion run and Alex was calling cadence for our company. In normal conversation Alex was very soft spoken, but in this instance he was boisterous, loud and motivating — which was an inspiration for all of the Marines running alongside of him.”

Alex served in the 3rd Assault Amphibian Battalion under the 1st Marine Division with merit. He was honored at the Marine Corps Ball in 2005 as the youngest Marine at 17 years old. Among Alex’s honors, he earned the Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal, the Sea Service Deployment Ribbon, the Global War on Terrorism Service Medal and the National Defense Service Medal.

“He was proud to be a Marine even when things got tough,” said his father, Ben. “He would have been proud to die while in service of his country.”

Alex will be remembered by his friends and family for being very generous and loving. He spent until 2 a.m. Christmas morning shopping for toys for his nephews and testing them in the aisles until Wal-Mart employees asked him to check out so they could close. He and his roommate then disassembled a bicycle Alex had bought so he could teach his 3-year-old nephew, Vincent, how to use tools to put the bike back together. Alex also invited his roommate to join him for Christmas so his roommate wouldn’t be alone for the holiday and he set both men’s alarms so they wouldn’t sleep in.

“Alexander’s untimely passing is a tremendous loss to everyone in the 1st Marine Division family,” said Major General T.D. Waldhauser, the Commanding General of 1st Marine Division. “Alexander and his noble character and service will not be forgotten.”

Among his other interests, Alex felt a deep connection with animals, keeping a dog and a miniature donkey for pets. He loved horseback riding and fancied an anthropomorphic cougar as his alter ego. He also collected shot glasses and sound equipment for mixing music.

Alex is survived by his parents, Ben and Leslee of Grand Valley; three sisters, Jamie D. Owens of New York City, Brandy Q. Owens of Grand Valley and Samantha D. Owens of Eden Prairie, Minn.; a brother, Daniel M.A. Owens and sister-in-law, Yvonne Bazan of San Diego, Calif.; a grandmother, Louise L. Owens of Mason City, Iowa; a grandfather, Rev. Benson of Austintown, Ohio; four nephews, Vincent, Alek, Nathan and Kenji Owens; eight aunts; eight uncles; and 17 cousins.

Visitation will be held from 11 to 11:30 a.m. Saturday in the Huff Chapel, 312 W. Park St., Franklin.

Funeral services will be held at 11:30 a.m. Saturday in the funeral home with Alex’s grandfather, the Rev. John P. Benson, presiding, and Pastor Steve Tiffany of the Enterprise United Methodist Church conducting the services.

Interment with military honors will follow in the Franklin Cemetery, 203 Rocky Grove Ave., Franklin.

Donations may be sent to the Marine Corps Law Enforcement Foundation (MC-LEF), P.O. Box 37, Mountain Lakes, N.J., 07046.

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