It’s best not to have Great Expectations :: as they only lead to great disappointments.  The moment you start believing that you are going to end up with the pretty girl :: Miss Havisham will intrude and bollix all of your fondest hopes.  Wouldn’t it be better to fly by the seat of your “I eat too many processed foods” pants?
James Arthur Ray “thinks” so :: which is why the Spiritual Warrior Participant Guide :: sent out in July of 2009 :: contains almost no useful information about what to …

Back before Bill Harris was threatening to sue the blogosphere into silence :: He was running his fat disgusting mouth in service of James Arthur Ray.

“James is the best.  He knows everything.  Give him all your money {except for the bits you give to me}. He’s a good person. He’ll change you life.”

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It was fun while the money was pouring in … but now that’s over and Bill would like us to forget that he was one of Ray’s top cheerleading shills. He also thinks it would be lovely if …

The Salty Droid is happy to announce the recent nuptials of quantum physics expert James Arthur Ray :: and grumpy old man and mediocre clarinetist William Bill Harris.
What started as a mutual interest in conning nice folks out of their money :: quickly turned into a passionate love affair. The grass scented oils … the sweaty back hair … and the madness of tongue exploration … none shall be forgotten soon.
He loves lies and pretending to be God :: She loves spankings and being called Cleopatra.  He took money from …

A lot of citizens say that Bill Harris {product of The Secret Turd Factory} looks like the classic stereotype of a sleazy used car salesman.  He’s bald but still uses a blow dryer :: his fat fat puffiness has been concentrated by rage into rock like density :: his breath stinks of coffee and pig balls :: he looks older than he is … bedraggled … worn out from years of hustling old ladies into Chevy’s that died as soon as they left the lot.  Okay :: fair enough.  But …