Moriarty

Sounds like the history of Mopar in one short paragraph.

No shortage of pain in the world, my friend. Good thing there's no shortage of prayer and kind wishes to bring what comfort one can. Be assured that our thoughts are with you.

Uh, was that the 225, 318 or 360 engine?

Blatherings by Joe Shaw You speak of honor? You of all people … the Chief Prevaricator of the Pool? Gah! What's this world come to …

Wouldst that be "Sir Fool" or "Sir Foo" … to go with Boo

Originally, blathered by Joe Shaw Well, duh! As far as the fate of 37mm is concerned, why not banish him to eternal servitude to Boo? That should be punishment enough.

Keep yer rifles at the ready … the Canuckians don't like US no mo'

No will suffice.

Yep, someone has a lot to answer for with the introduction of id, the squareroot of minus one! But then again, I just prefer to take out my frustrations out on my fellow cesspoolers. Mace </font>

You've got electricity 24/7? Yow. All we got at work is Berli in a corner slaving on a hand-crank generator.

Very sorry to hear about the passing of your grandma, Lars. My condolences to you and your family. That fell sergeant has been busy among our troop of late.

Hey, Joe, do yourself a favor and slip another "e" into "vengance" before Nidan1 busts your privates, er, busts you down to private and sends you sobbing and slinking off to the dictionary room.

I'd suggest AK, as then one of us has the possibility of randomly being the Italians, and we all know how much that makes on squirm on the hook... </font>

Hate is such a nice, clean emotion. As you wish. Name the game: BO, BB, AK?

And I was going to send you a turn. Too bad, so sad … guess it can wait 'til November.

Blathered by Seanachai Life is wasted on the young.

All right, now, laddies. You know the drill. Members of the M.B.T. are not allowed out in public en masse. With all due apologies to our gracious hosts … Back to the 'Pool with you. NOW!

Panache? Style? Subtle grace? Intricate possibilities? … from UTAH, the land of hairy palms, children with one eye in the middle of their foreheads and the Clown Prince Orrin Hatch? Joe, you've gone farther 'round the bend than I thought was possible.

Aren't on-line romances just so cute? </font>

Careful, now, Sir Noba lest GRUE (capitalized out of respect, of course) give you a wedgie you'll remember for a good long time. As to your fictitious claim of pending victory, I say: Hooey. And. Balderdash (for good measure). The Mighty Eyties — an unstoppable (unless there is a bar, a plate of pasta, too much sun, too many clouds, a bit o' dust, gnats, the morning Soaps, sand in the shorts, sand in the socks, sand in the crankcase, sand in the ears, etc., etc., etc., ad nauseam) collection are on the march to total victory over your sodding lot of nefarious Nefariousers in their clankety machines. In short, you'll get yours.

Wasn't it Berli who taught Howard Dean to scream that primal scream? It did have a sort of Jarhead je ne sais quoi to it.

No!!! Not another one!!! </font>

Somebody has to lead the way. Obviously this lot needs direction.

Joe, as usual you've missed the point … again. Nidan1 is no Geography Grog. He is a Spelling Grog.

Bottom o' the heap, my friend, bottom o' the heap.