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Concerning Angels, Pins, and Dancing

I have no idea why you mortals have spent the last few thousand years getting all worked up about our recreational activities. Really, you are over-thinking things just a tad if this post is any example. Instinct for the capillary, I believe it's called.

First: Yes, angels dance. It is a relaxing and enjoyable activity that my therapist says can help with the Tuttle-related flashbacks, except when there are collisions which just triggers them again.
Second: We don't dance on pins. (Why pins? This has never been clear to me. Why not ... oh, mushrooms? Or spiderwebs? Clouds, even? I really don't understand humans. At all.) Anyway, as I was saying ... we're angels. Check out the wings. Our dances are three-dimensional because we fly. No dancing surfaces needed.

I hope this helps alleviate some of the uncertainty inherent in the human condition. Really, guys, you've got more interesting things to wonder about -- like why the number of hot dogs in a package is not the same as the number of hot dog buns in a package. Aren't they supposed to go together?

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Yeah - yeah, just look at my heroic feats on keeping Unkabill outta trouble; blah blah blah. You can just keep on dirging by the tune of the smallest violin. But seriously, with so much dust kicking around the rotor draughts, what kind of laundry detergent do you use to keep those gossamer vestments so shiny and supple?
   
Ah, but just because you don't have to dance on a surface doesn't mean you can't. It just adds in the additional variable of wondering whether or not Angels who are currently not in contact with the head of the pin are considered as dancing 'on' the pin or not. And if you make buns in the arrangements necessary to match the number of hot dogs in a package then you either get an unworkably long set of buns or you wind up with buns 'in the middle' that can't be easily separated. So why don't they package hot dogs to match the buns? Tradition.
 
Oh, come on! Everyone know Angels prefer dancing on the head on pens.
 
Yeah - yeah, just look at my heroic feats on keeping Unkabill outta trouble; blah blah blah.
Alive. Not out of trouble; even ANGCOM thought that was out of scope. Just ... alive. Reasonably undamaged is a plus.
what kind of laundry detergent do you use to keep those gossamer vestments so shiny and supple?
static electricity buildup, but you have to remember not to ground yourself. Plus, make sure you stay away from the stream of hydraulic fluid. Given Tuttle's fondness for trackless rollercoasters, harder than you might think.
 
Hey Carb-baby.... When you're up there, milling around heaven, with nothing better to do... how about throwing some protective cover my way? Especially while gardening, and apparently touching poison ivy, and then wiping sweat away from my cleavage with the same gloved hands I touched the poison ivy with. DAMN.... braless sure sounds good right now. Reduces friction between breastessess- and the blisters. Anyone got any cordisone??!!!!
 
Damn, that poison ivy thing sounds awful!!! Johnson and Johnson makes an anti-itch gel that used to be called rhuli, now I think it is just anti-itch, but it works really, really well.
 
Hey WK, Trudy says you can share some of her calamine lotion that I got her to clear up the stress rash that she got from stress during her finals week.
 
I remember the Rhuligel, Beth- but I haven't been able to find it! That's what I used to use growing up, but it's nowhere to be found now. :-( It itches so bad it burns. Tell Trudy I hope her rash clears up soon!!
 
The oil causing the blisters is tough stuff -- KtLW has had some luck with using a lemon-based dishwashing detergent, but you've got to do it *gently* so you don't pop the blisters and get the oil inside your outside.
 
I will have to try that, Bill. Sounds more appealling than bleaching myself, like my Mom suggested.