Girl Scouts Aren't Just Selling Cookies Anymore

Quote from Mercor:

I don't think there can be a Homo gene like they all dream for. Since in theory the Homo gene pool dies out with the Homo, also no need for sterilization.

If Homosexuality is genetic it is more likely a genetic defect.

Actually, I've read several genetic studies that argue how a gay gene might be self-propagating. There are some pretty interesting theories on it.
 
Quote from Mercor:

Define "carry".

Is it defined that the baby's life is dependent on the Mother?
Is it also a physical condition like a wart that lasts for 9 months.

You certainly must think it is the sole property of the Mother, even if she was only responsible for half of it.

A fetus is not viable before 26 weeks, due to the lack of surfactant in the lungs, further, human life is commonly defined by those of us who actually deal with that, as brain wave activity. So, Google, EEG, brainwaves, and fetus.

Enjoy, there is a lot to read, if you can follow along.
 
Quote from Lucrum:

I ordered three boxes recently.

I can't get 'em anymore. The girls won't climb my driveway and deal with the intercomm at the gate.

The pizza and thai food delivery people have figured it out but they have cars and drive up.

If you could allow me indulge for a minute...when I was a kid just about *everything* came to our front door.

There was the milkman, he also brought eggs and orange juice. The dry cleaners dropped off my dads suits and shirts. Avon showed up for my mom. There was the Fuller Brush Man. Out here in LA we had these fantastic old trucks with pastries and coffee and donuts and bread from the Helms Bakery. There was the ice cream truck. There was a huge trailer parked in the neighborhood for about 2 weeks every year giving vaccinations and checkups. There was another trailer where they would take baby and kid school pictures. The Hoover Vacuum guy came around about once per year. The Jehovah's Witnesses came around of course. Various other religious groups were knocking at our door. There was a kid that came around painting curb addresses. Hardly a day went by without somebody at the front door.
 
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