Papa Khann

dalem, Please refrain from trying until after Saturday. We need you breathing (if only barely) for Peng Camp. Papa

Of course they are. Who else would want them? And even in God's case, it's plausible that God is only accepting them so that he/she/it can claim exclusive rights to them. That way God can auction them off to an another deity (admittedly, it will take a deity that hasn't toured this part of the cosmos much) at a universe fire sale. Most likely right after life as we know it on this planet ends. With some luck, perhaps God will decide not to wait and just pack all you tossers off to the highest bidder now... Papa

Papa Khann will never let us down. We're like gods to him. Where would I be without my Papa Khann, I ask you? </font>

Friday good done. Yes? Papa

I've been meaning to speak to you about that halitosis problem of yours. From a distance, mind you. Bhwahahaha! So you're only mostly a moron? Oh goody new meat! So Lars has to wear the "outfit" then this time, yes? Yes? Papa PS The more I ponder on it, the more I think Yeknodwhatshisname's last post disturbs me. PPS dalem, and ONLY dalem, is allowed to set dalem's back yard on fire. PS after the PPS Boo is still an idjit.

Umm...dunno. What works for Papa Khann. I think he should be there, too. He's such a soothing presence when you start shrieking about killing all Third Worlders in job lots, and demanding that all U.S. laws not directly concerned with capital crimes be immediately repealed. I'm open any night, although not tomorrow (Monday). Biopsy surgery (again) for me sister. End of the week? </font>

Time for some gamey updates: Seanachai apparently has time to "share" his little rant about stuffing alcohol and hallucinogens down/up his throat/nose while dancing his tarantella with one hundred and one roaring Cubans in the land of Boggs, but no time to send Papa Khann a setup. I don't think he loves me the way he used to.... Back in the good ol' days. When men were men and I was d*mned nervous around the lot of you tossers. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) dalem, after what seems like a lifetime of demonstrating that he's incapable of composing a setup (or dressing himself, or not setting his back yard on fire when he's out to mow the grass, etc.) surprised me by sending none other than a setup. Mind you, it was an abysmal failure of an affair. So much so that I was compelled to redo the thing and send it back to him. But at least the lad gave it a go. Now all I have to do is get him to send a turn back. Lars, who at least sends turns, has finally conjured up some tanks for himself in our scenario. He's proceeded to drive most of them directly into a river surrounded by my fields of fire, but nontheless our game may become moderately more entertaining for me now. Boo is driving commuter vehicles filled with, well... commuters I guess... round and round in the desert. Perhaps someday he'll try to advance on the flag I'm defending. It is Boo though. Perhaps he's just lost. Joe obviously has forgotten (again) that we have a game going. If anyone sees him, please snap your fingers in front of his face a few times. If that fails to wake him, feel free to apply a liberal dose of the boot. On second thought, let's just start off with the boot. Boggs is using a supposed power outage as his current excuse for not sending turns. Have you lost some of the hamsters, Boggs? Papa

Which sorts of incendiaries will you be concocting on the garage stoop this time? Papa PS No doubt some form of emergency medical procedure will be required. I'm just trying to plan ahead here.

Doubtful. Unless of course they've been into the same batch of bad liquor. So tell me, Seanachai, what log have you been keeping yourself under these days? Seems a powerful long time since I've laid eyes upon you. Not near long enough, mind you. But a long while nonetheless. I do, however, find myself musing as to your whereabouts and well-being from time to time. I'm like that. Sometimes I ponder upon the most whimsical of notions. And of late, when I find myself in that sort of mood, I wonder where my cherubic little garden gnome has gotten himself off to... Papa [ July 28, 2004, 05:59 PM: Message edited by: Papa Khann ]

So pretty much the same look you've "gone with" for your personal hygiene, then? Papa

I'd post more here, but I'm too busy staring at the screen at Zombo.com. Because you know, anything is possible at Zombo.com... Papa PS Speedy is a rotten bastiche.

I hear you can get an implant for that now... Papa

stinkpinkie, Just keep walking, lad. Papa

Oh well. I guess we'll all just have to live with it. Perhaps next time we can smear you down with honey before you head off to bear country. Who wants to bet he already forgot? Papa PS You missed the boat ride and the cheeseburgers and the booze and the hot tub. You ninny. PPS You may hear unsubstantiated rumors claiming that I in effect fondled dalem's posterior. They are of course pure rubbish. However, in the event anyone produces photographs, I want you to hear it here first... It may have looked like I was fondling, when in fact I was attempting to push him off the back of the boat, into the whirling propeller blades. Also, my hand never ventured below the belt.

You have miniscule reproductive what? Papa PS Boo, continental drift is younger and faster than you...

And rest assured, Boo, we're all waiting for the day you decide to do the exact opposite. And I don't mean using a few words to convey great meaning. I mean ceasing to utter those shrill, avian-like screeches you call communication. When do I believe this will happen, you simpering mouth-breather you? Probably never. I'm just not that lucky. But a man can dream, can't he? Papa

It's supposed to be plugged into the computer? Papa

Once you go cable, you'll never go back. That is, if you can get them to hook up high speed cable access to your slot at the trailer park. Papa

Boo, anything MSN does on your behalf will likely be ineffectual, as usual. Rather than spend your time wrestling with the monkeys they've put in charge of your account, why not just hang up on them (trust me, Boggs is probably used to it by now) and make a proper offering to the internet deities? Tell me, have you considered burning rleete at the stake? Papa

Hands Boo a gunny sack full of doorknobs...

So how long before you can get the bracelet off this time? Papa

A sharper mind would have deduced that your email address was once again rejecting turns. But who are we kidding here? Boo, your address is bouncing turns again. Could you please drive to Washington state and start pounding your head on Mr. Gates front door? I'm sure it won't change anything about your email service, but I'll be a lot happier knowing that you are in physical discomfort. Papa

It seems to me I've heard that somewhere before... Hey that's the first rule of the Hair Club for Men too! Papa

I'm rolling on the office floor laughing. He bought a Kia. </font>

Am I the only one in here who can see that dalem and Seanachai have almost finished their pre-dating ritual and are about to stroll hand-in-hand into a quaint little bistro? Papa