Yeknodathon

Comeon, laddie board me, comeon, comeon, right here, right now, comeon

Wouldn't a limb or an appendage fall off? BRAAAAAAAAAAAINNNNZZZZ

I spy the sails of a whaling ship on the horizon: the Kettler roaming the vast seas for very rare whale oil, proof positive methinks of tactical nuclear capability.. but..but in the wrong hands. Call me a revisionist but Soviets got ém first?!

There is nothing more epic than watching the slow-moving men-o-war grog hulks, HMS JonS Indefatigable and Le Grande JasonC maneuver within range, open their gun ports, and spout whole devastating broadsides into each other while wannabe frigates and lesser sloops dart around with their little 6lb-ders and weedy grape shot to detach a bit of rigging here and there. Hornblower doesn't come close.

That's just a little bit amusing. Well done, do you have any more? A dab a bit of eau de cologne , Essence of Emrys, behind my ears most mornings. I find it attracts skunks and other dubious varmints which are lame or otherwise nearing the end of their varmint life.

It was one of those priceless Emrys moments to bottle forever and setup on a mantelpiece to view when its dark and windy.

No, I live in a shed where resistance is required and far from futile for a good end result.

Have you found yourself in a paper bag again?

Such an rich image from the Occident; the History Channel does have very repeated offerings for the enthused autodidact, carefully spaced with plentiful adverts to avoid any undue intellectual stress. Of course, the image of Sisyphus rolling his boulder up a hill only for it to tumble down again is not new. We might have the wrong continent, classical era, civilisation, mythology and mountain but we have to work with what is given. Quite like the raised hope of eeking something out just mildly entertaining or arresting or anything of note (even mere phrases, no, even words) from certain posters not a million miles away from here and then enduring the torment when the literary boulder of eternal letdown skips back down to the start again. No, Michael, this is an existential choice - one undertakes what may appear to be futility but secure in the knowledge that we are creatures of decision; it is willed. Because, as I toil, I cannot help but let rip and trudge further upwards with my burden and entirely gladdened that you are the moist.. [Pffuurrrp..] ..breeze... [...phhhhhpppfffffff...} ..that caresses my taut, toiling buttocks [...pfurp..pup..pup.]

Or the contents of Emrys' thimble-sized wit reservoir

Its quite amazing how some types of lint can be flicked a substantial distance from their original, donating navel. This one must have traveled all some two feet.

Just wondering what powers a Boo super-hero might have? Yes, I might have to ponder on this for some while...

Yes, why our N. American one can't be a tad bit more reclusive or hibernate for extended periods I can't quite say.

I should think a N. American grey Emrys is a bit larger and more aggressive than the smaller European red Emrys, which, although more fleet of foot and a bit nicer to look at, has had to survive in remote woodland colonies or on small islands. Reclusive little red buggers

Sadly its Radley

The smellies from Emrys.

"The Wind in my Bowels"

Can you change Emrys back from a toad to something more vile?

OMG, he thinks he's Harry Potter

Well, this new juicy SSN may make the mark with some work and a few *boots* - has it been taken yet? I will have first dibs for the Paddock. He sounds vaguely familiar.. odd in a goober sort of way? Has he been here before? I do hope monogamous and engaged in a reputable trade?

My shed is being annexed because of its strategic importance for the Paddock pond fleet.

I just wanted to say, you're an idjit and... you're an idjit. That's two idjits of quite consistent and uncommon idjitness that would be hard to split were it not for the fact that you are both of a calibre of quite stunning and separate entities of empty, vacuous shells of unworthy note that have lost their ways and yet wandered around and found yourselves in the same place. If either of you come near I will have to tap your skulls.

It obviously had the payload of an airborne tactical nuclear bomb that badly affected handling and posed a severe risk to the crew but one must really draw attention to erroneous description of this ground breaking and devastating Nazi scumbag death machine as an "aerial sniper". Quite the contrary. 26 points is quite reasonable as they had whole Luftlotten of them.

Michael's conceptual microcosm of one has to be a very tight fit that encapsulates very little room for wriggling or the encroachment of anything real or useful. It is a sausage casing of non-lubricated industrial rubber; at the same time impenetrable yet prone to contortions into vaguely lurid forms that constantly struggle to shift and maintain the dimensions of something more recognisable and pleasant than a wobbling jello blob or a water-bed blot.

Cryogenics on a continental scale is just a little bit OTT to deal with one Mormon banker?