Healthy?... that depends on who's breast your groping![]()
Apparently, if you apply compression to breasts ala squeezing or groping, malignant cells are trained back into healthy growth patterns.
(Pardon the crappy source, still hunting for a more credible one.)
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Healthy?... that depends on who's breast your groping![]()
Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.
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Therapeutic massage..... I like it!
Thanks for the great news and citation. It's a Festivus miracle!
i can't wait to tell my wife
I have a lot of hard miles on my body from before I realized I'm not 100% invulnerable. Now I just think I'm 75% invulnerable. -Mr. Anthony
Hrmm, I'm going to have to start an alternative therapy business...
Nomad seeks tribe.
http://www.ryanmercer.com
I'm here to help...
A way a lone a last a loved a long the ... riverrun, past Eve and Adam's ...
Here I feel is another instance where movement, flow, and circulation are keys to health. If an abnormal or negative element is left inattentive, it will fester and continue its chaotic ways until the havoc is all too consuming.
I forwarded that article to my husband.
He said he's going to open a cancer prevention office...
[also, he got that big cheesy grin I was expecting]
" most of us have a natural tendency and an incredible talent for processing new facts in such a way that our prior conclusions remain intact" [C. Horngren, “Uses and Limitations of a Conceptual Framework,” Journal of Accountancy (April 1981), p. 90.]
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I should forward this to my husband. Or, maybe not, I already get groped often enough during the day.
But, my husband did some groping a few days ago when I was about 2 hours out from the full-blown attack of the Pinkos, and now he is worried that I have breast cancer. No, honey, those are called hormones. You'd think after 7 years of marriage he would start figuring that one out.
I always wondered why men are so fascinated with breasts. Maybe this the answer? Cro-Magnen figured out that squeezing those things made pretty girls live longer? Makes more sense to me than anything Freud had to say about it....