ellauri052.html on line 463: A number of foreign and medieval analogues exist that exhibit the motif ("Whittington's cat" motif, N411.2), where the hero obtains wealth by selling a cat, typically in a rodent-infested place direly in need of one. The tale is catalogued Aarne–Thompson (AT) tale type 1651, "Whittington's Cat".
ellauri072.html on line 634: When she arrived 2 hours later, she asked him why he had not left as she had requested. He followed her into the kitchen, and killed her by hitting her in the head with the same wrench.
ellauri072.html on line 647: Two hours later, when Susan Insalaco came home from work, he hit her four or five times with the pipe wrench, killing her also. The prosecutors lost their case. James stopped hitting as soon as he got the family out and cold.
ellauri093.html on line 260: Physical abuse: Inflicting pain or injury by hitting, slapping, pushing or using restraints.
ellauri096.html on line 63: Prior knowledge of an action seems incompatible with it being a free action. If I know that you will take a shit tomorrow, then you will take a shit tomorrow (because knowledge implies truth). But that means you will take a shit even if you resolve not to. After all, given that you will shit, nothing can stop you from shitting. So if I know that you will take a shit tomorrow, you are not free to do otherwise. Conversely if you're free to shit or constipate, I can't know which it's going to be. My solution is that you are free to do one or the other, nothing stops you, but knowing you I know for a fact that you will want to shit. You are not free to want what you want. You are an ape, for Cod's sake.
ellauri099.html on line 164: In 314/3, Xenocrates died from hitting his head, after tripping over a bronze pot in his house. Which just goes to show.
ellauri112.html on line 830: That was Raquel Welch with his sweet beard for his two bits. Next we hear out Whittington.
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ellauri112.html on line 837: Brad Whittington was born in Fort Worth, Texas, on James Taylor's eighth birthday and Jack Kerouac's thirty-fourth birthday and is old enough to know better. He lives in Austin, Texas with The Woman. He is greatly loved and admired by all right-thinking citizens and enjoys a complete absence of cats and dogs at home.
ellauri112.html on line 839: He is dead but buy his book What Would Jesus Drink? by Brad Whittington. Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 38,770. Language: English. Published: August 13, 2011. Categories: Autofiction » Religion & Spirituality » Christianity. It includes 247 verses from the bible and the rest of it as appendix for further reading. Brad Whittington's tag cloud: alcohol beer jesus wine.
ellauri112.html on line 841: Since 2017, he is sitting on that tiny cloud. Since 2014 with The Whittington Group, Brad has sourced, entitled and sold 10 communities consisting of 1,628 lots to homebuilders. In 2016, Brad's son, Braden, moved to Austin with his family to join Brad in business, fulfilling a lifelong dream of working side by side. A gentle man of faith, Brad was also an avid golfer and seasoned snow skier.
ellauri112.html on line 843: In his book, What Would Jesus Drink, Brad Whittington breaks down the biblical references of alcohol into three types. In all, there are 247 references to alcohol in Scripture. 40 are negative (warnings about drunkenness, potential dangers of alcohol, etc.), 145 are positive (sign of God´s blessing, use in worship, etc.), and 62 are neutral (people falsely accused of being drunk, vows of abstinence, etc.) The Bible is anything but silent on the issue of wine. The bible, like tequila, must be imbued carefully, seen as a blessing, and received with a grain of salt. It must not be abused. The old saying is true, "Wine is from God, drunkenness is from the Devil."
ellauri145.html on line 192: Upon this I made an effort to get up, in order to put my threat into execution; but the ruffian just reached across the table very deliberately, and hitting me a tap on the forehead with the neck of one of the long bottles, knocked me back into the arm-chair from which I had half arisen. I was utterly astounded; and, for a moment, was quite at a loss what to do. In the meantime, he continued his talk.
ellauri153.html on line 401: hitting humans could be the result of the abuse of free will: Adam and Eve have sinned, and evil is
ellauri164.html on line 673: Most of us have been taught that Moses’s sin was hitting a rock to obtain water when God told him just to speak to it. Others say Moses’s sin was that he took credit for obtaining water from the rock when it was really God who performed the miracle.
ellauri247.html on line 106: That night was the corrobboree held. The women sat round in a half-circle, and chanted a monotonous chant, keeping time by hitting, some of them, two boomerangs together, and others beating their rolled up opossum rugs.
ellauri248.html on line 108: Rob: Yeah, Cassie was like that. She was always finding connections to things and blah blah blah. She made a great partner because hey remember that time 20 years ago when my friends and I were in the woods and blah blah blah I want to tell you about all the people I work with and give you a brief description of each one of them and also explain in detail how my boss is and blah blah blah. My mind is trying to remember what happened 20 years ago and you know Cassie and I are great partners and we're best friends and people think we're dating but blah blah blah. Hey, time flies, man. Did I tell you what happened to me as a child? Did I remind you about Katy? Also, her family sure is weird. The people at the dig site are weird. Everyone is a suspect blah blah blah. Let me pause here to tell you how I deal with my roommate and also O'Kelly and my childhood and my current job and Katy and her weird family and interrogation and coffee and vodka and this dream I had and looking for clues and in the woods and we keep hitting dead ends and and and and and blahhhhhhhhhhhh.
ellauri382.html on line 216: Ironista, monimutkaisuutta, vivahteita tai syvyyttä ei ole koskaan olemassa. Kaikki on pintaa. Jotkut amerikkalaiset saattavat nähdä tämän virkistävänä etukäteen. No, emme tee. Näemme sen olevan ilman sisäistä maailmaa, ei sielua. Ja Isossa-Britanniassa olemme perinteisesti Daavidin, emme Goljatin puolella. Kaikki sankarimme ovat kekseliäitä altavastaajia: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist, Prinssi Varaosa. Trump ei ole kyykky eikä altavastaaja. Hän on täysin päinvastainen asia. Hän ei ole edes hemmoteltu rikaspoika tai ahne lihava kissa. Hän on enemmän lihava valkoinen etana. Etuoikeuden Jabba Hutt.
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 587: But recently that position has shifted a little. Last year he published A Comedian’s Prayer Book, which features him talking to the supreme being in his typically down-to-earth way (“I always liked thinking Jesus' knob hung out from women's clothes with sinners. It made me feel potentially understood”). “One of the things religion has suffered from is being spoken of in grave terms constantly. I seriously think it is a joke." Another boring thing about Skinner: he’s been a teetotaller since he reached his 60s. He got a kid at 55, who must now be, wait, 35? No, Buzz is just 10. I have only recently realized I'm not the main character here, but just an extra in a bigger scene. “Hitting kids … that’s another of those things that have stopped,” Evolution is what Skinner is all about – animals can change and they can grow, it just takes millions of years. When he made his jokes about racism and homophobia, he says, there was a slight backlash from the left. They hadn't stopped hitting lads, the sods. Frank Skinner’s 30 Years of Dirt is at the Assembly Roxy, Edinburgh, from 4 to 28 August. For more information and tickets go to frankskinnerlive.com.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 773: The one stand-out annoyance for me was unexpectedly hitting upon yet another plot relying upon "rescuing" a female character from her sordid life of sex (or nearly-sex) work: hostessing, in this case. She's told she's "better" than that which means she should make less money doing something more honorable. It makes me want to write to the author and say she could do so much BETTER than write a book that hooks readers immediately with an erotically-charged story of sexual assault on a crowded train. I´m not mad at her, though, for giving the majority of readers what they want; just a pet peeve of mine.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 318: Justsum Nobodee: Sucker!!! This had to have been written by a collapsed narcissist. Poor poor narcissist, finally alone after shitting on everyone, destroying children, screaming, lying, trickery, snickering, selfish, back stabbing, manipulation, hypocrites, humiliating innocent people, stealing other peoples children. oh poor them. Bless their heart. They are the victim here. Just give them more attention.
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 684: Midst echoing shouts of "run away" the KNIGHTS retreat to cover with the odd cow or goose hitting them still. The KNIGHTS crouch down under cover

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