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    Isn't it cute how we used to have to end Peng Challenge threads before the 300th post

    in Combat Mission Shock Force 1

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    I was subjected, repeatedly, to the 'pocket hang'. This is where a laughing child grabs on to a pocket and takes her feet off the floor, dangling, and laughs like a merry sprite while you grab at your pants to keep: a) your pants from descending to your knees, and B) the pocket from ripping off. When the 5 year old joins with the 3 year old, it's like being pantsed by extremely evil pixies.

    You forgot....

    c) and if you are wondering how a 5 year old and a 3 year old are able to hang onto the pocket of a Gnome and be able to keep their feet off the floor.......platform shoes of course.

    That was a great story.

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    in Combat Mission Shock Force 1

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    I posted something on Facebook that led me to look this up ...

    The Betrothed by Rudyard Kipling

    "You must choose between me and your cigar."

    -- Breach of Promise Case, Circa 1885

    Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,

    For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

    We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,

    And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

    Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;

    In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

    Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,

    But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

    There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;

    But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

    Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --

    But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

    Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --

    With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

    And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,

    And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

    The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --

    With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

    Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.

    Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

    Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,

    Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

    Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,

    And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

    Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,

    Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

    This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,

    With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.

    This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,

    Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

    The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,

    When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

    I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,

    So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

    I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,

    And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

    For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between

    The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

    And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,

    But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

    And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light

    Of stums that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

    And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,

    But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

    Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?

    Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

    Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --

    Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

    A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;

    And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

    Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows.

    If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

    Joe

    I suppose next you will be posting a poem about a pick up truck?

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    in Combat Mission Shock Force 1

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    Persephone, fair lady. Thank you for the Birthday greetings, and the phone call. Are you still paddling? You need to email me more about paddling. What the hell, am I too foolish for you to email me about life? I swear to all the gods, girl, I was just sitting there when the cop came by and wanted to know about the broken wine bottle and the frightened pit bull. Ah, wine.

    You do know that my email address is in my profile, eh? I can post here, when I'm coherent, and I can post on facebook (horrible place), even when I'm not, and I can always answer emails.

    Okay Gnomey, I sent you an email. I have not received a response email back from you....yet.....

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