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I think we're trying to "extract" this problem from the wrong end. Beans are the answer. Minor internal explosives, if you will. The tail will be blown out by the gasses (no more noxious than that which Shaw exudes), or the donkey will explode like a giant overpressurized balloon. Mission accomplished.

There isn't a pair of tongs long enough in the entire world. Sorry.

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So it's more like Mace then. Why didn't you say so?

Oh, and I see you're a tree-hugger as well. My chainsaw will make short work of that. I'll be sure to use the dull one to prolong the screams of the dryad. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don't it? I have a heart. Just no tolerance for those that would better someone else's lot at the expense of mine. You can't, as you had no hand (or other appendage) involved in the manufacture of said item. At only 7 weeks, he already has more potential that you ever did, and is far better looking as well. Eventually, I will teach him to mercilessly gun down the gentle (and tasty) creatures of the forest and wear their skins. The flesh will be roasted over the flames from the dead tree. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don't it?

Oh, joy. My life is complete now that I have the approval of a Floridiot that doesn't have the sense to get out of the way of a hurricane.

Here's a band-aid for your bleeding heart, Tosser.

Also, just for the record: Boo) I have never been to any sort of reform school or prison. is) I have never been subjected to a "swirly". an) I shower or bathe regularly, usually daily. ID10T) Spainiels are still girly dogs.

Actually, it's nothing against the dog. Probably the best person in that houshold! It was more akin to a "my dad can beat up your dad" taunt. But, seeing as my dad is a wizened old man of 79, he's in no shape to be fighting. Frankly, neither is my almost 18 year old cat, but he still seems to get into it about once a month. The funniest part is watching cats (and some dogs) half his age and twice his size back down from his snarling displays. One of these days he's really going to get clobbered. As a matter of fact, yeah. Not the bully part, but there was this one girl, who I grew up with. She had really long hair, and wore it in a ponytail. All the guys would pull on it, and say "choo, choo". Everyone called her Choo-choo Chamberlain, up until the fourth grade. Then one day, without warning, I tried it, and she bitch slapped me into the next week. From then on, she lost the nickname. Yeah, right. I'm heartbroken because I can be understood in my native language. You pommies have a funny set of values.

Aw, I bet you say that to all the hookers!

No, that's Mace all growed up. He just looks young.

Oooh. Mighty big word. Certainly didn't learn that from Boo. Making you suffer brings joy to me. So, even if I am insufferable, you must continue to suffer. Don't like it? Well, suffer! See how that works?

Sharp as a wet nappie, that one. I see you taught him everything you know, Boo. Took all of ten minutes, nose picking and all, right? Hey, OGSF, you skirt wearing nancy boy. I could understand what you posted. Getting too sober? And either one of my 16+ year old cats could eat your little yappy dog for breakfast. Get a real dog, you girly boy.

Yeah, right. Like anyone is going to believe that. If you're going to lie, at least make it a little bit plausable. If I find any, I sure will! As to Mr.Alphabet Soup, I'd sooner apologise to a housefly I just swatted (relative of yours?). OGSF is more annoying, less useful, and probably carries more disease.

I am whooping dalem's butt. Soundly thrashing him. Rented mule, red-headed step child, dead horse*; all apply. Okay, it's dark, raining, and we haven't made contact. But I'm stil winning, honest. dalem, please tell us. Now that you're o-o fishally biker scum, reassure us that you didn't get the day-glo, boy-racer leathers with ads vomited all over them? Please? Seanachai, I'm still waiting for that reply. Get to it, Olde Man. *Edit for spelling, but "hore" applies as well!

Oh, great. Mr. mouthfullofmarbles is back. How...nice. I blame Joe.

This is a public disservice announcement: Kitty, is your blood pressure rising yet?

If you do that, where are they going to put the Tank Museum? Think of the future, man!

Compulsive liar.

{little child voice}Mommy! Boo's been sniffing the polishing compound again! And he's eating all the blue crayons.{/little child voice}

Foolish newbie. Boggs has never, and will never "get it". Probably doesn't get any, either.

Gamey updates, as it's been a while: Sturmsebber and I are just getting underway on a huge map, with small forces. What the hell were you thinking, belching Belgian? The one with dalem is a smallRune scenario, with low visibility. Go figure. Is he blind by any chance? On a completely different topic, I finished another Pratchett* novel yesterday. In it, there is a character called Rincewind, who is described as "the most inept wizzard to ever exist, in any universe". For some reason, I kept picturing Seanachai while I read. *(bolded out of respect; if you haven't tried one of his books, you are missing out. They are some of the most funny stuff you will ever read.)

Some people just have all the luck.

Wrong again. Sheesh. Why do you keep having these delusions of adequacy about Boo?

Someone has to take care of the paperwork.