Yeknodathon

That?s what it is!!! If the poor lad would just loosen up a bit the stick would fall out of his arse. </font>

That?s what it is!!! If the poor lad would just loosen up a bit the stick would fall out of his arse. </font>

I suppose Vanilla Ice's come on a stick. And I suppose the stick is very tasty. Yeknod [ March 15, 2003, 04:41 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Eh? Oh, right.... ummmmm...lemme think... ...ummmmmmmmmmm Doodads, yes, bigger, better doodads. Vegetable patch doodads, CARROT doodads. Happy to oblige Yeknod

Considering all the possibilities... [does some deep considering...] [... and some light considering, in case any were missed] *sniff*... I suppose I might groan, if one could, and I can't ... not that anyone cares... "why should they care?" I say, "no, they shouldn't care at all" I say back... "oh, but he's coming back"... "well, I suppose he can make the same mistake twice", "pathetic", "yes, very pathetic" Ahem... *honk* *hooooooooooonk* *honkahonkahonkityhonkityhonnnnnnnk* *honk* Yeknod [ March 13, 2003, 03:45 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Would you all be interested to hear how my thong kept creeping? Mace </font>

... indeed, some scratch around more than others, often rolling in the dust or pounding the ground in some sort of frantic dance with only a semblance of measured beat... *sniff*... now, I might be partial to a military two-step here or there, or a polka but yer discordant scratching ain't got no rhythm. And some might say that garage tronic electro spasm scratching need not have rhythm... *sniff* and so we get German scratching which ain't attractive at all. And one just can't abide Stockhausen... truely pathetic scratching at its worst. Yeknod [ March 12, 2003, 12:48 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[And in the bleak paddock, riven with wind that tears at the year's first shabby daffodil, something grey and not altogether happy inspects the imprint of something that hopped through the mud... and with a great solemnity and sullen labour a hoof is placed to measure the something's gait and stride... ] *sniff* oh, dear... lesser-spotted, I should think, lesser-spotted and *sniff*.. hunting. *sniff* as I survey me surroundings, noting the forms that leap or burrow or scratch around with grim and dull endeavour, that *sniff* splendour needs its prima materia... [waves a lofty limb] ... *sniff* gives better lustre. Yeknod

Cod-pieces?... *sniff*... bother. Yeknod

I just wanted to say that if there were an Oasis in the paddock, ducks would want to swim in it and that would be mostly unbearable. And I suppose one would have to suffer the odd mirage... and there are enough vapid disappointments without having to watch a scantily-clad Nobbit floating before me snout... that would be unbearable too... ... and I don't suppose yer really are an Oasis... so I suppose the point about ducks is pointless. Pathetic... I shouldn't have made the effort, its hurting. Yeknod

Eh? Oh, right... ummm ... [whisper] he might be experiencing some.. err chafing... *sniff* yer know... er... rubbing... I mean, see, well... oh, dear, the other one looks serious... Ahem, where's me Quire? Yeknod

Yes! YES! YES!!! Tell it like it is Brother! Weirdness! Mace </font>

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! *sniff* better make a note with me blackest crayon... *sniff* keep Brussel sprouts away from Gnome Yeknod [ March 08, 2003, 01:47 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Oh, with a name like Focker your worried about the language being trim a few adjectives. I thank the powers that be that you can only string the ones we already have, so many ways. </font>

[stares blankly from beneath a turban while gnawing the edge off a scholarly paperback] *sniff* Metamorphanobbits... Nobbits changing into other Nobbits , Nobbits changing back... *sniff*... positively wearisome... positively *gnaw*... mind-numbingly *gnaw* *gnaw* *nibble* *gnaw* pathetic. Yeknod

[stares with an intense glumness] *sniff* Spotted, carrots, left! [turns silently because donkeys don't *honk* when traversing to get a lay on a carrot] *honk* *snap* Away! Yeknod

[and at a slow slow canter, something grey and heavy looms into view]

Now that IS sad. </font>

[and with deep sigh, something grey and heavy sporting a Sunday-best rat suit, not unlike a large donkey, trots gaily off to the Tips and Tricks forum to hear the rhythmic blarney and gentle, Celtic musings on personalities and Tae Kwon Do amidst the soft patter of vermin feet on BS]

I am good, aren't I? </font>

No, no X-B plasma cannon doesn't penetrate, it disrupts... besides, its too gamey. Yeknod

What, are you Korean or somefink? Steve </font>

[peers some more] Oh, I suppose he meant "anemone"... [leafing through the Paddock Book of Aquarium Novelties] [allows ears to sway in a slow, aimless and fairly futile way] *sniff*... oh, well *sniff* I shouldn't like to do that for a long time... Yeknod [ January 21, 2003, 01:55 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[peers backwards, gloomily] Eh? Did he say "enema". *sniff*... he ain't sitting on me. Yeknod

Eh? [chews slowly on a regurgitated twig] Well, see *sniff* being a highly trained thoroughbred I'm very sensitive... *sniff*... with needs peculiar to, and *sniff* note the correction, BATTLE Donkey (War Donkeys being a common error denoting lack of preparation, study and generaly lazy observation)... *sniff*, yes, see it all depends? 'Cause yer got to treat yer BATTLE donkeys right... so, Justicar, yer know how to treat me special, eh? I mean, would yer fit? This needs further discussion... one can't be hasty... please book an appointment. Yeknod