Mouse

If my death takes a SSN with me, I'd consider it a blessing. </font>

In BFC's wisdom they left the mouse out of CMBB. In The Pool's ongoing lack of the same, they let him in. Go figure? </font>

GLORYOSKY!!! ... and the Mouse lives on... Oh yassssss.... now where did that Little Annie Fanny cartoon go to... [ September 23, 2003, 03:49 PM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

Germans... sheesh... that would be l33tness... unter-brain, u suk go hang on a CS forum for a while l8r

Nonsense, you just didn't translate his grog-talk correctly...

Come on Pengy... release all that pent-up anger you have... there are therapy sessions available for you, you know. We mice feel for the wounded child inside you... Why my granddaddy's granddaddy's grandaddy used to tell a story about a certain television show you used to watch with pre-pubescent fascination... Come on, I know you know the song... M - I - C... K - E - Y... M - O - U - S - E..... Have you never let go the pain that built up day after day when Annette failed to respond to your desperate letters... when no matter how hard you waved and shouted at the television "Annette! Over here! I'm over here!" she never quite looked your way with that smile you yearned for... after all she talked and played with Cubby... and Tommy... but poor old Pengie never got any... We are all really quite sorry that Annette didn't pick you for beach blanket bingo, but get over it! Stop watching those old black and white reruns, and move on... Go stalk Buffy or sumfink...

Oh, I love this game... It was Sean-a-chai-tea-latte in the closet, with a bottle of wine and the latest copy of Big 'Uns...

Aah, bolded at last. Mouse-smiting is it??? Sending your lackey 'cause you can't finish a job is it??? Very well. Consider your lackey Mouse-smitten... err... no, no, no... not like that...

as well as... Squeak! [edited to nod to Nidan1 and his post, as the cats I have on a treadmill to power my Internet connection are a bunch of laggards today, and my connection suffers accordingly] [ September 22, 2003, 03:49 PM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

A veritable renaissance is at hand... The oft-referenced, seldom-deferenced Peng personage actually showed up! Are we all supposed to cower and grovel now that he has graced us with his presence or, how is it spelt, sumfink like that? But what happened to his gigantic soliloquies of yore? Or is he degraded into short posts where the usage of a simple 18 point word like 'oblique' makes him smug with satisfaction? Where have his quixotic (26 points mind you), thundering, smiley-thrashing posts gone? Now we are just left with Sean-a-chai-tea-latte and his drunken ramblings...

And what the 'ell would you know about nocturnal rodent sobriety? Never seen your like around, unless I were to look back at the 'presents' I leave in Hoe Squaw's big ol' banker shoes in his closet in the middle of the night. Running around his house in the middle of the night, chewing open his cereal boxes, dropping ****e in his shoes, and peeing on the pictures of his favorite Mormon wives isn't fun at all unless you have a good buzz on... Sobriety? Feh! Only good for lesser rodents of the world...

The Bronze Rat A tourist wanders into a back-alley antique shop in San Francisco's Chinatown. Picking through the objects on display he discovers a detailed, life-sized bronze sculpture of a rat. The sculpture is so interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner what it costs. "Twelve dollars for the rat, sir," says the shop owner, "and a thousand dollars more for the story behind it." "You can keep the story, old man," he replies, "but I'll take the rat." The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the bronze rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him. Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him. By the time he's walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his heels, and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers, basements, vacant lots, and abandoned cars. Rats by the thousands are at his heels, and as he sees the waterfront at the bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full tilt. No matter how fast he runs, the rats keep up, squealing hideously, now not just thousands but millions, so that by the time he comes rushing up to the water's edge a trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind him. Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it with one arm while he hurls the bronze rat into San Francisco Bay with the other, as far as he can heave it. Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he watches in amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the breakwater into the sea, where they drown. Shaken and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop. "Ah, so you've come back for the rest of the story," says the owner. "No," says the tourist, "I was wondering if you have a bronze lawyer."

And then there's the Cesspool... You are a sick bastard, aren't you? Dragging this lot around to the beach on your weekend, unless you are indeed trying to drive home the point that she could have done much worse. "Look Dearest, you could have Seanachai around all the time... you might have to put up with Hoe Squaw's rules and ramblings... dalem could be your brother... and Boo Radley could be our dog. How terrible would that be?!? Hmm??? Kinda makes intense pain, a visit to the hospital, and surgery look like a picnic, doesn't it?" [edited for UBB stuff] [ September 16, 2003, 08:26 AM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

Nope, I ran the bugger off... First, showed it a picture of Seanachai, but that just got it angry... told it that there was a special place in Berli's home for cats that abused mice, and it grinned wickledly... told it that there were warm laps provided by the Dames of the 'Pool for sleeping on if it hurried, and it just spat... tried to buy it off with a saucer of cream, and it knocked the saucer away... finally, I just pointed behind it and said "Here comes Mace!" and the feline took off for the hills... Squeak. [ September 11, 2003, 07:49 AM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

Sorry Mouse, I have ground parmesan and some buffalo mozzarella, that's about it really.. But feel free to help yourself. </font>

From what old threads have told me, you will do just about anything with a heard bleat.

Now that's a thread title! And I did wipe my feet, er, paws, all four of them, on the way in. We mice are actually quite fastidious, except for the fact that we cannot operate those humongous things you call commodes, the handles are too high. So we are forced to leave you litle presents, usualy tucked away in the corner of your kitchen cabinets. Why there you ask? Well, that's where the food is, and while your house might seem right-sized for you, but that bathroom, or loo, or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods, is damn far away when your legs are only an inch long. So we mice make do the best we can. Unless you are Hoe Squaw. Then we try to make it to the bedroom, and leave them on your pillow... or inside your favorite stodgy old banker shoes... So YK2, when do you break out the wine and cheese? Especially the cheese part. Just a few crumbs? I promise not to run across your slippers while you are stretched out and waiting for the Bard...

I thought I told you gits to leave me and mine out of these inanae threads you keep creating. Men, mold and maggots. Now they work. Kinda like the three musketeers. So feel free to wander about shouting "Tally Ho!" and "Have at thee!" at each other all you want, but leave us mice out of it. We want no part of your vile demense. Squeak!

Enuff said. Are you sure you're not a Catholic Priest in disguise??? Hmm??? If that weren't bad enough, that wino character sent him more alcohol, which I am sure he will use to ply more young altar boys... oh the shame of it all... [edited due to whatever] [ September 05, 2003, 08:43 AM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

Dear Joe Squaw, please be informed that the proper form of the statement you just made is j'accuse, unless it is your intent to appear a sophmoric moron with respect to the French language... *pause* sorry, my bad.

Best thing I've heard all day... better yet, why don't you wander off and dwell a while in Chernyobl's Reactor #2. I hear it's quite warm and cozy. Just the thing to perk you up.

Bah! Trade as you will, if it amuses you old man. Perhaps sending you a few old buttons, bent paper clips, and a ragged shoe or two will you let you work out some deals with your friends who sleep on the benches in downtown Minneapolis. Rolled any drunks lately searching for change so that you can pleasure yourself with some streetcorner strumpet? I thought so. [ September 04, 2003, 11:30 AM: Message edited by: Mouse ]

No, no! You're supposed to bottle it before you pass it through your kidneys...

Been there, chastised them for associating mice with all those *shudder* things, done that. There are, after all, some places not even a Mouse will go... *looks around* but then, there are some places they will go, for some god-forsaken reason... perhaps because it amuses them to annoy you. Warms our little hearts it does...

Women?!? Who needs women? (No offense Mesdames Persephone, YK2, Emma, and yes, even that Dame Kitty) Just give me a nice wheel of smoked Gouda, a fine Brie, or an nice thick slice of good ol' Provolone. They don't worry what other cheeses I have in the refrigerator... they don't care how many cheeses I nibble in one evening... aah, the power of cheese...