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  1. A ~ You’re adorable . . .

    B ~ You’re so beautiful . . .

    C ~ You’re a cutie full of charms . . .

    D ~ You’re a darling and . . .

    E ~ You’re exciting . . .

    F ~ You’re a feather in my arms . . .

    G ~ You look good to me . . .

    H ~ You’re so heavenly . . .

    I ~ You’re the one I idolize . . .

    J ~ We’re like Jack and Jill . . .

    K ~ You’re so kiss-able . . .

    L ~ Is the love-light in your eyes . . .

    M, N, O, P . . .

    You could go on all day . . .

    HOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNKKK!!!

    Q, R, S, T . . .

    Alphabetically speaking you’re OK!

    U ~ Made my life complete . . .

    V ~ Means you’re awfully sweet . . .

    W, X, Y, Z . . .

    It’s fun to wonder through,

    The alphabet with you,

    Now the Donkey is serenading Emrys

  2. Just wanted to point out that people will be drinking beer, eating food, and best of all, playing CMBN at my house LONG before you swine see the game. There IS justice in the world.

    Past illuminaries that have gone to a rune preview include: The Gnome, Berli, Patch, NG Cavscout, lawyer, and more...

    If you would like to attend, drop me a note and I'll be sure the Illinois National Guard meets you at the border.

    Rune

    I'm an Illuminary!

  3. Persephone:

    I am your Seanachai, and you are one of the Ladies of the 'Pool. I know that you now go by your 'maiden name' of Patchy, but I knew you first when you were married, and that is how I think of you still.

    I tell you the stories of my Small Friends, although nowadays I do it more through the 'Notes' area of my Facebook page. Dalem assures me that this month (or maybe the next; Dalem is drunk a lot), he will help me set up my own blog. And there, I shall solemnly chronicle my 'Tales of Small Friends', which Joe Shaw has forbidden me, here. He has long hated my Small Friends. He's had his own children, and he despises those of us who weep a bit, and reach after some measure of happiness, knowing that we will vanish into the Great Darkness, leaving no name behind us. Shaw is a cruel man. He spits upon my 'Tales of Small Friends'. He mocks, and derides me. When I post my Tales here, he belittles me, and makes everything I write about them seem small, and useless. But I know that he only does so, because he finds no value in my stories. I can only ask him to forgive me for boring everyone with my 'Tales of Small Friends'.

    I'm only an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread. I ask his pardon for being an old, sad man, who hasn't had children of his own, like Shaw has. I know that my 'stories' bore and annoy him. I've not posted here, for a long time, because Joe has taken my posts amiss, and doesn't want me to maunder on endlessly about those brief moments of happiness I've known by talking about two small girls, who've made an old drunkard look up, bleary eyed, and smile, again.

    Joe, I'm sorry for the stories of my Small Friends that I've posted. I know how they bore and annoy you. It's made me want to avoid posting here, for a long time. For the longest time, they were all I had. No call-backs, no interviews, no job. Couldn't play Shock Force, because my hardware couldn't handle the game. In the last year and a half of increasing despair, sometimes I descended to posting my 'Tales of Small Friends'. But you always did the right thing by telling me how stupid, boring, and inappropriate they were.

    It must have been good to have kids. Like you did. Grandkids now, right? Must be nice.

    ÜberGnome, you can post all the Small Friends stories you want to post, whether Joe likes it or not. I get the impression most people enjoy reading your stories.

    You are the Seanachai.

    (I think Joe hasn't got over the embarrassment of pulling out your silverware drawer and having all the silverware spill out over the floor yet.)

  4. He was afraid to come out of the Paddock

    He was as nervous as he could be.

    He was afraid to come out of the Paddock,

    He was afraid that somebody would see!

    (Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore!)

    It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie greeny polka-dot bikini,

    That he wore for the first time today.

    An itsy bitsy teeny weenie greeny polka-dot bikini,

    So in the Paddock he wanted to stay!

    (Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell ya more!)

    yekkini.jpg

  5. I can take it no longer! My kind, gentle and forgiving nature has reached the end of its tolerance! Boo has made one too many scurrilous slurs against my good name in recent turns and as I warned him on multiple occassions...there will be REPERCUSSIONS.

    As it is I have been forced...FORCED I tell you, to march a captured Booean MG crew survivor into an open field in view of his remaining troops while an HMG team of mine sets up in the woods nearby.

    It gives me no great pleasure (well maybe a little) to issue the orders to the HMG team to dispatch the prisoner with scant regard for the Geneva convention. The prisoner will soon have more holes than Seanachai's undies (and thats no mean feat).

    I wish it could have been otherwise...warnings were issued...twice, but Boo has chosen the path of EVIL and my bitter duty is forced.

    An example must be made.

    On your head is this Boo Radley! ON YOUR HEAD!!

    Don't kill his poor little soldier!

  6. What is the Number One Threat to America?

    Americans. On the Left, and on the Right. In the Middle. The Extremists, and the Moderates. America can only be destroyed by Americans. Because the Fate of America is only, ever, in the hands of Americans.

    It is not in the hands of God, Yaweh, Allah. It is not in the hands of Political Parties. It is simply, and very complexly, in the hands of its citizens.

    It is too important to be left to the actions of ideologues, and bigots. Too important to leave to the smug complacency and angry demands of either Party.

    If we don't make things work, we're just going to be Europe. But without all the history and castles and stuff. We're going to be like...Australia. Without the beer.

    Well, yeah, beer and stuff. We're still going to have beer. Thank Christ the whole 'Micro-brewery' thing took off. We've still got beer. Not in Texas, of course. There is no beer in Texas.

    Do you know what I want right now? WAFFLES! WHERE ARE MY GODDAMN WAFFLES?!

    The Gnome has spoken. Now if you could only get people to listen.

    You could go visit Lars and have Swedish pancakes. Yum.

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