What have I forgotten? Am I wrong about some of these items?
Children
Talking through problems
Working with people
Empathizing
Knitting, Crocheting, Sewing and other similar creative endeavors
Playing with dolls (as children)
Shoes
Clothing in general
Gardening
Altruism
Doing more than one thing at once
Making things look good/pretty
Makeup
Talking
Maintaining more than one thread of conversation at once
Organizing-type video games such as Tetris, Bejeweled
Texting on the phone
Talking on the phone
Eating salad
Pilates
Yoga
Hair (on head)
Hair removal (not on head)
Painting fingernails and toenails
General beauty-related stuff
Posting and commenting on facebook
This is based on personal observation. Would you agree or disagree? What have I forgotten?
Computers
Electronics
Software
Physics
Mathematics
Lego
Motorized vehicles (cars, motorcycles)
Motorized *anything* in general
Building things such as houses
Do-It-Yourself projects (e.g. putting together a cabinet)
Fixing stuff
Anything mechanical such as plumbing, wiring, working with engines
Sales
Leadership
Skateboarding
Mountain biking
Surfing
Ski-ing
Snowboarding
Mountain climbing
Hiking
Flying aircraft and helicopters
Operating construction equipment
Porn
Drinking alcohol
Gambling
Drugs
Sex
Speed (as in moving quickly, not as in drugs)
Fighting
War
Hunting
Fishing
Shooting guns, even if not hunting
Playing Sports
Watching Sports
Making money
Winning
[Scratching]DJ please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line[Scratching]
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x*
If you got a big [elephant], let me search it
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x*
[Verse 1]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ova
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha
See my hips and my tips don't cha
See my ass and my lips don't cha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of wata
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa
Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me neva
You won't find a bitch that's even betta
I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha
Listen up close while I take you backwards
(Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards*
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts
Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump
Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[repeat chorus]
[verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its not a foul shakin that ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se
Picture black sayin oh yesa massa
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man big red can outlast ya
Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matta
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum
Give ya some some, some of this in a bun
[repeat chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling
Shameful, racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labour
And Tories, and spit upon the name of Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever.
There's a lot of fuss about naked body scanners and intrusive pat-downs at the moment, and rightly so. However, there's also an elephant in the room that nobody is talking about so I'm going to.
The main point of these precautions is to lower the probability of a terrorist getting a bomb onto an airplane and setting it off.
But all a terrorist has to do is to stuff a bag of explosives up their ass or put it into their vagina and then opt for the pat-down. The pat down isn't going to find it.
