Boo Radley
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Kind of a left-handed compliment, I agree. Knowing the size of his head you are probably right.
Just so you know, for future reference and all, Emrys' head is just one or two compliments away from upsetting the planet's rotational axis.
So if we all get flanged off the planet, we'll be eye ballin' you, lad.
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AH! the Peng thread! that explains everything.
And this is as it should be because the Peng Challenge Thread (Now with Retsin!) is the font of all knowledge, wisdom and donkey-themed madness and to date, the longest running thread in the BFC cosmos.
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I'm sure it would provide much hilarity at your next family get together.
Michael
If they're ever able to coordinate all the paroles, that is...
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If given the choice between snails and Taco Hell, I'll do the faux Mex any day.
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Pffft!
Yeah... nice. We don't do "garden parties" in these parts, Sunny Jim.
Well... maybe Emrys does, but that's a whole nother issue.
And as for the Grand Visier nonsense, although I can see you wearing a big poofy hat, it might imbalance you as you carry the piss buckets to and fro.
Which, as an SSN you are required to do.
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Seems I missed out on a lot of fun all these long years
We would have let you be Squired to one of the Oddstralians. With any luck you'd have been eaten by dingos or attacked by flesh eating numbats or forced to spend time with Noba.
Any of which would have been entertaining.
For us. Not so much for you.
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Jealousy becomes you, Boo.
Ah, spoken like a true Okie transplant. Have you guys decided to secede yet? We're all keeping our collective fingers crossed.
If you could figure out how to do it retroactively and take Pshaw with you, we'd all be so very grateful!
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Emrys going on about his infinite prostate again?
The guy just doesn't let up, does he?
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Global warming is the mother of all lies.
Said the guy from "the Low Countries".
Hey, no fear, right PM? You got stock in sandbags or sumfink?
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The enjoyment of cake is one true path to God.
Meeks was offered a gig as a pron star.
The cake is a lie.
Meeks is a lie AND an apostate.
Global Warming is not a lie, but dalem tries to impress people with his accordion playing and knowledge of the history of synchronized standing.
Costard owes me a turn.
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And it was temp work requiring heavy lifting, so it was much more impressive sounding than it actually was.
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I am NOT a tramp.
The powers that be... disagree.
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Can anybody here tell me the truth about Meeks?
Meeks is a lie...
p.s. ...so is the cake.
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Hatred of the Norwegians, Swedes and Finns! C'mon, fer chrissake! EVERYONE hates the Squareheads!
You forgot the Dutch. And Texans. Always got to hate the freaking Texans.
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Oi! Seanachai, you massive blatherskite! You gonna start a new Thread or are ya gonna just prance around like a fancy boy? Eh? EH???
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You want to know who's posting here??? Take a look around. There's about a half dozen or so who still wander in to bay at the moon on occasion. And the operative word is "occasion". This thing slips onto page 3 and beyond on a regular basis. And then, like some cataclysmically drunk guy at a party who's been comatose for the last hour and a half, a couple of random synapses fire and the thing lurches up, spews some nonsense around the room, giggles, hiccoughs and then sinks back into oblivion.
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I always thought of you as being fairly "myffic".
But I also used to live in Dayton, so there you go...
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Boo Radley, step forward and remind me who is worthy enough for me to address.
You're kidding, right? You get all likkered up and before you can say "Boo's your uncle" you're hanging off of clueless Japanese tourists, crying like the gate guard at the Wizard's Palace in the Emerald City, telling them about your dear old Aunt Em.
Get a couple of Cuba Libres into you and you suddenly become everybody's best friend, inviting yourself over, declaring their drinks cabinet as your personal fiefdom.
The thing is, you may be a tramp, but you're OUR tramp.
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One that apparently went right over your pointy little head.
Michael
Fixed that for you.
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Good word. You lot are still here?
No. So there's no reason for you to hang around.
Go elsewhere.
With alacrity.
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You two talk about this "Golden Girls" thing with some kind of authority. You must have enjoyed it. I never saw it.
And Alpha C. is 4.3 lightyears away. I think your program was off the air at that point.
But I'm not really sure, never having watched it.
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Not too off the mark, sadly enough. But you and Foul Ol' Joe still have me by a few years.
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So how's the leprosy thing working out for you?
Michael
So how's the whole doddering old man thing working out for you? Got it down pat by now, I'd imagine. You've been at it for such a long, long, long, endlessly long, one day slowly, inexorably grinding into another, time, eh? Know the meaning of entropy inside and out... literally... I would say. Come to realize pudding is your best friend?
But I assume you've also come to embrace the concept of truly how liberating adult diapers are.
Good for you, Michael!
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I remember Omega Race! What a crappy game.
How do i get a hold of Michael Dorosh (MikeyD)
in Combat Mission Red Thunder
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You being here throws the whole "perfectly sane" aspect right out the window.