bauhaus

Igpa Atinla. Osa Eckfa Ffoa!

Now that's what I'm talking about. I knew I could count on Berli! The rest of you lot, follow the example Berli has set forth. Nothing like the Pope of the MBT and satan coming to terms on the way a true "birthday greeting" should be exemplified in the confines of the MBT.

All hail the Saint of the MBT has returned! All Hail, bauhaus full of space. Protect and destroy our enemies, piss off Peng. Bring back an emergence of the Damsels of the Pool. May his humour and innate bitterness shine up us all. Amen </font>

Ok, you guys have me on my moment of weakness earlier in this thread. I blame the fact I'm reading an incredibly boring book, written by my professor, for review. My mind is all gobbly-gook. Now, that being said, people wishing Peng a happy birthday? What is up with you lot? The day the good Lord decided to bring Peng into the world is anything but a "happy" day! Just because Peng is an Olde One doesn't mean the lot of you shall bend over and let the olde curmudgeon have his way with you. It is Peng after all! The only other person more despicable than Peng is Berli, who I believe spawned Satan. So come to your senses. The day which is known as the point into which Peng was hurled from the loins of some unsuspecting women (though I'm sure she's very prim and proper), should be a day in which we wish everyone involved a "Happy Condolence Day." So to Peng I wish my sympathy. And Stuka, you'll receive my bloody turn when you receive it. Good God man, it's as if you are in a rush to die from this insidious game of peek-a-boo you've been playing. If you do happen to win, it won't be because of your superior tactics, it will be because my men have died from boredom. Now piss off you lot. The Pope of the MBT

Oops, my bad!

Somebody has taken one too many philosophy courses in his time. Is it a chair only because we call it a chair or is it a chair because it really is a chair? On a side note, I propose as the new, self-appointed Pope of the MBT we bring back the inquisition. NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms.

Thyroid condition. Has this turned into bloody 21 questions?

You're reporting to Arnold Swarzenegger??? Good grief, why? </font>

Ah, but dear kind sir, my normalness is so normal it looks as though it's abnormal. I know that is tough concept for you to grasp. I am, however, a bit concerned about you Joe Shaw, because you seem to be overly fixated on my legs or certain sexual acts which, you assume, I perform on primates. First of all, since my return, have you not noticed a bit of restraint in my posts from "thingy" references? As a matter of fact, that may be only the second "thingy" reference I've made since I was put in "rehab." There I said it, I've been in rehab, ordered by the Catholic Church. I've seen the light and am walking the straight and narrow. I'm here to see that order is maintained and the laws of God are upheld. I have been canonized (remember the Saint part of bauhaus), or did you forget about that Mr. Justicar? Mind yourself, I'm watching and am reporting direct to the Big Guy. As a matter of fact, I believe I should be the next Pope of the MBT. So watch yourself monkeyboy or you shall be struck down!

Again, you didn't read my above posts. For him to learn, he has to have the ability to learn. Without a brain, that makes the learning just a weeeeeeeee bit more difficult.....errrrr.....impossible in Joe Shaw's case. We should probably be a little more sensitive to his needs because he's probably having a difficult time processing all this attention. Now here is a banana for the nice little primate.

I found this while doing a Google search for Joe Shaw, aka, Bubbles. Joe "Bubbles" Shaw Height: 3 feet Weight: 22 to 35 pounds Color: Brown, with off-white belly and tail Tail: Longer than body, usually curled up Vocalization: Distinctive call is a loud, low-pitched "honk- bark"; delusional Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread Socialization: Lives in groups of 30 to 36 individuals; mates with a branch of butt-ugly nude Mormon women; likes to have his oversized belly scratched; likes to sniff bums Diet: Leaves, shoots, flowers, bark, fruit, lichen, moss, invertebrates Predators: Human hunters, crowned eagles and possibly leopards Habitat: Remote mountainside of Utah Estimated population: too many Status: they must be killed

Dear Bonzo (or shall we call you Bubbles?)- I'm sorry. Wanna banana?

Joe is just a bit on the slow side. I'm still not following his "excuse." However, he does remind me of those monkeys in "Faces of Death." You know, the monkeys whose brains are eaten after cracking open their skulls.....while still alive. Except in Joe's case, we crack open his skull only to hear a loud rush of hot air escaping with absolutely nothing inside. And while this is happening, Joe sits there with this look of bewilderment on his face as if he's just walked into a room of nude Mormon women and he's unsure of what he's supposed to do next.

I gotta love all this footie talk. Such a beautiful sport. My 14 year-old daughter and her friends were complaining how worthless their trainer is for their travel team. They said he teaches him nothing and he's mean. I told them to kick him in the balls. I mean that's the point of the bloody game any way, errrr, kicking balls that is. I'm getting ready for indoor season myself. Gonna make another attempt at seeing how many bones I can break as keeper this season. And that would be my own bones. Now back to our regularly scheduled show.

Based on your previous post shouldn't that be POOT or TOOT?

Try your tongue. Rumor is, that's where your talents lie.

The story of your life?

Could it get any gayer than this? Send him away!

There are days where this statement is completely true. On those days, I think to myself, at least I'm not Boo Radley. Then life is good again.

You'll have your bloody turn today by the way. We've experienced a neighbor who decided that it was time to clean up the neighborhood a bit, including cutting the telephone line........twice in two days. AT&T has now decided that they will hang the temporary telephone line from a tree until they can get a crew to bury the line. Estimated time for the burial, one month. You have to wonder about big business sometime. In addition, when I called the company to see why the line was being cut continually, they told me the people had a lawn service that did it and that the home owners probably didn't even know the line had been cut (probably because they didn't lose their phone and DSL service). I then proceeded to ask the phone company if they've notified the homeowner about the line getting cut, so it wouldn't happen again. They told me I would have more luck doing that. O.K. help me out here, but they are the phone company, right? How about they call the homeowner on the phone and let them know? Makes too much sense to me, but then again, what do I know?

He's looking for a new sheep to breed. </font>

He's looking for a new sheep to breed.

What rules?

Ahhhh, but you are so wrong there. The best part of Joe's podcast was when Joe was silent. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough "best" stuff for my liking.

You have bigger issues than worrying about whether or not Seanachai replies to his emails or not. Besides, it takes a while for a gnome to get his stubby little fingers limber enough to type with a keyboard. They just aren't that flexible. Do your research on gnome anatomy and you'll quickly find this and other facts out. Send me my next turn. I can hardly wait to see what you won't order your "troops" to do next.