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December 01, 2005

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GraceD

you go, spanglemonkey couple. go and prove tom cruise and those whacky scientologists wrong, wrong, wrong.

Ms. Jane

Go you groovy Boulderites! Go forth and therapize!

We need to rewrite Desmond Dekkers "The Isrealites" to our situations and call it "The Boulderites".

I said I get up in morning
Yoga I do
So that every tension is shed!

Ooooooh ooooooh the Boulderites!

qp

"As far as I can tell, the entire building was composed of therapists."

Squishy!

But really. Good to hear that it went well, and that no one sang Kumbaya after all.

'mouse

We are middle-class people in the midst of intensely busy adult lives, with resentments over the position we've found ourselves in, and the lack of perceived acknowledgement that our partner has displayed.

I see a business opportunity here -- Keith, let's license that sentence from Jo and sell it to people for the bargain price of, say, $150/hour.

Jo

It will be the main plank for the Grilled Cheese party platform! Who could deny it!

elswhere

And the campaign song:

"We are middle-class people in the midst of intensely busy adult lives, with resentments over the position we've found ourselves in, and the lack of perceived acknowledgement that our partner has displayed,

And we are grilling, grilling for our liiiives,"

(you have to sing that first line really fast)

Jo

HA! I love it! And then the assistants must fan the Cheese Smell (TM) into the stadium to the roar of the crowd!

Keith

Sell it to them? No way! We give the slogan and the lifestyle away for free, wait a year or two, then show up to collect ten-fold that $150 per hour amount. The people will give us their fortunes, just to hear something that helps them make sense of it all again.

Jo

Or to help them with the intense constipation from all those grilled cheese sandwiches. It's the "salad follow-up" that's key to winning their hearts and minds.

Keith

I'm looking forward to seeing The Salad Gold Dancers.

Jo

Oh GRoAN! My EYES! the PAIN!

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