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The following miscreants owe me a turn. Boggs. Boggs. Boggs. Are you starting to see a trend here?

Ha! I'll bet he throws up first. </font>

I figured you for a mean drunk.

Have another shot Leeo, I'm interested in what your next emotional state is going to be. {I'm betting he cries like a little nancy boy...then throws up...}

Where was their source of supply before a British surrender? Across the ocean...

Folk music is just soooo sick and wrong.

Oh no, we even took the paint chips outside into the full sun to make sure. Which just makes it more painful.

Almost committed murder this weekend. Spent the last month getting the apartment building all primed for the final coat of paint. Saturday was finally the day to go to the hardware store and pick out the final color. Not being a complete moron (like say, Boo, for instance...) I take the GF with. Besides, the hardware store guys have a sign up saying, "All men buying paint must have a signed note from their wife!", so I had to bring her anyway. There follows the twenty minute conversation at the paint sample display, "How about this one? OK, how about this one? Alright, this one?" Repeat until happy. Finally, a CHOICE is made. And there is much rejoicing. "Spruce Shade". Lovely, eh? Paint is mixed, shaken, opened to double check, test patch put on a chip to triple check, and we're good to go. Back to the building, set up mucho ladders, spill paint into the bucket, climb up and start applying paint. GF is happy. Several hours later, front of building is now complete. However, in the meantime, the Sun has moved and the front of the building has gone from the shade into full light. GF says, "I think it's too green..." dalem, send me a e-mail invite for wargame night. I need to kill something, and Seanachai will do nicely...

Yes they do. Just very short ones. Play Seanachai in a game and you'll find out. Bit of performance anxiety there, don't you know. {pssst....Seanachai...Indian God Lotion ($15), Secret ingredient: Isopropyl alcohol. Conveniently for you, it’s also a substance used in wart removers.}

Hmm, sidekick, sidekick...and to two different Kniggets no less, which would assure that Boo gets kicked in the sides early and often. I see where the cruel streak in your scenarios comes from rune. I vote ***BOOT***

In my view, the remains of the Royal Navy would be sitting in port and would give Franco a very warm reception. And there would be plenty of supply and troops from Canada with nothing else to do. All that aside, what you're really asking is for the Axis to get Gibraltar for free.

Does anybody else get a mental image of Boo, face screwed up in concentration and tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, staying up all night pushing a crayon around to do this? Bet She Who Must Be Obeyed had to put it on the frig for him too.

You're assuming there would be no government in exile. Pass it along to Canada.

What? We should take a two year sabbatical?

So the wife is no longer mad at you and will now resume dressing you?

Deep Boo, Shallow Puddle Sounds like a pretty good docudrama of his time here.

Mild? mild? I've been freezing my arse off!

Have I mentioned yet that I gave Boo a total thrashing?

Those glasses make me look older than I am. </font>

Only my hairdresser knows for sure.

Well, you didn't invite me along. I'm pretty good at making it look like an accident. </font>

Been refreshing the Fiefdom page and missed it, didn't you?

Well, you didn't invite me along. I'm pretty good at making it look like an accident.

Joe, I've been there. You might find a reason to rejoice in Austin. But in Lubbock, only death brings release.

Well, you're free to use the boat today if you wish. I'm going to stay inside next to the heater.