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Originally posted by Yeknodathon:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

I'm going underwater.

[watches the paddock pond with deep suspicion to see if dalem emerges like Venus or...]

*twitches the tail with a particularly arresting thought*

[...Ursula Andrews] </font>

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Wisbech_Lassie,

Since you FAILED to bold my name, I have no choice but to send you another rune scenario to cause your computer to scream and your processor to melt. Do not worry lass, as I do not blame you, but whomever your Knight is for not teaching you the proper respect. You must be one of Joebob's as he is known to go on and on and on and on...well you get the idea, about the rules, then simply ignore them himself.

Hmm, a thought occurs to me, and yes, I have them. Since Dalem keeps hosting these Peng Parties, and with the mass amounts of alcohol involved, I submit a title for dalem.

Sir Dalem

Official Ted Kennedy remake of the Mutha Beautiful Thread.

carry on, carry on...

Rune

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

I'm going underwater.

[watches the paddock pond with deep suspicion to see if dalem emerges like Venus or...]

*twitches the tail with a particularly arresting thought*

[...Ursula Andrews] </font>

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Originally posted by dalem:

Hush. I got Beavis to call me a dirty name. My life is compleat.

Now even I have a Mortal Enemy, and all Seanachai can manage is to pay ugly street whores to give him a Mortal Enema.

Dig it.

Mortal Enemy? Pah! The man wants to send you on vacation!

I'd deport Tank Ace and dalem to Easter Island.
Not much of a travel partner, but what the heck, you were going to drink heavily anyway...
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Originally posted by Lars:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

I'm going underwater.

[watches the paddock pond with deep suspicion to see if dalem emerges like Venus or...]

*twitches the tail with a particularly arresting thought*

[...Ursula Andrews] </font>

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Originally posted by rune:

Wisbech_Lassie,

Since you FAILED to bold my name, I have no choice but to send you another rune scenario to cause your computer to scream and your processor to melt. Do not worry lass, as I do not blame you, but whomever your Knight is for not teaching you the proper respect. You must be one of Joebob's as he is known to go on and on and on and on...well you get the idea, about the rules, then simply ignore them himself.

Hmm, a thought occurs to me, and yes, I have them. Since Dalem keeps hosting these Peng Parties, and with the mass amounts of alcohol involved, I submit a title for dalem.

Sir Dalem

Official Ted Kennedy remake of the Mutha Beautiful Thread.

carry on, carry on...

Rune

I am Honored by your attentions, but I cannot accept any association with that Ted. (Maybe the Nuge...) Besides, I am already the Lord High Hullabalooster of the MBT - I don't want to be greedy with titles.

Oota Doo ta, Solo?

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Originally posted by Jim Boggs:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Jim Boggs:

Hate to disappoint ya dalem, but I saw the movie and those are sea shells she's holding.

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Bored Herbivore

Prancing through the Paddock yon

It's gotta be Yeknodathon

He's known no rider, rope, or lash

His book of manners lies in the trash

Mung and thistles and a small rubber toy

Are all that it takes to bring him great joy

But he's liable to speak at inopportune times

And use strange methods when picking up dimes

So now you know what he holds in store

For those that dare bore this herbivore

The Ladies seem to think he is nice

I'm not so sure, you better think twice.

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If it wasn't for Vodka,

I'd not stumble and fall;

We're it not for Vodka,

I'd hold you in thrall;

Were the end come to Vodka,

'twould make me sad;

Lacking flavor of Vodka,

I'd go F'ing mad.

Put that in your Boggs-pipe and smoke it!

Thank you, and Goodnight!

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Oh, a Kate Bush jolly singsong! Here's my favourite...

'Bang!' goes another kanga

On the bonnet of the van.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

'Til you near him on the motorway

And the tree begin to breathe.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

("Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha")

Coming in with the golden light

In the morning.

Coming in with the golden light

Is the New Man.

Coming in with the golden light

Is my dented van.

Woomera.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-

A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-

Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"

Woomera.

"A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-

Me-me-me-me-me.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-

A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-"

The civilised keep alive

The territorial war.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore,

Or dangle devils in a bottle

And push them from the Pull of the Bush.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

You find them in the road.

"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."

In the road.

Coming in with the golden light

In the morning.

Coming in with the golden light

With no warning.

Coming in with the golden light

We bring in the rigging.

Dig, dig, dig, dig away.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-

A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-

Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"

Woomera.

"A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-

Me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-

A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-"

Woomera.

"Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-

Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-

A-a-a-a-a-

M-m-m-m-m-

Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-

I-i-i-i-i-"

Woomera.

"Me-me-me-me-me."

Ma-ma-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

("La, la, oo-ooh!")

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

You near him on the motorway

And the tree begin to breathe.

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

Dangle devils in a bottle

And push them from the Pull of the Bush.

"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

"Bang!" goes another kanga

On the bonnet of the van.

"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."

You find them in the road.

"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

In the road.

"See the light."

("Push 'em from the")

Pull of the Bush.

"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."

("Push 'em from the")

Pull of the Bush.

"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

("Oh, re mikayina!")

The Dreaming

-Kate Bush

[ August 26, 2004, 08:34 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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Originally posted by Herr Oberst:

Perhaps he has a Mary Poppins fetish...

eyes glaze, drool puddles at corner of the mouth

Practically perfect in every way...measure me, Mary Poppins! Measure me...

Sorry, what was I saying?

Now look, you lot, the sort of fetishistic, boorish posting that's been going on here lately is inconsistent with our charter as 'rakish, world-weary but with hearts of gold Gentlemen'. So I want it to stop...

just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine

go down

the medicine

go down

the medicine

go down...

alright, who's singing? Boggs was that you? Please do me the courtesy...go down, the medicine, go...

[Cough]. Yes. Well, enough of all that. Let us return to our roots. Let us once again remember that it is we, by our wit, that set the tone of this Forum, that...why didn't she ever spank anyone, do you suppose?

In any case. Let us have a damn sight more wits, and less...less...well, it rhymes with wits, and we'll leave it at that.

Bloody chimneysweeps always get the girls, the filthy sods...

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Originally posted by Wisbech_lad:

Well, looks like Seanachai failed. I'm not in jail. I had to do some public grovelling, and have one more ritual meeting & tongue lashing from senior officials to go, but the "unofficial" feedback is that the immigration blacklist will be lifted next week. The outrageously expensive advert I placed in their staff newspaper probably helped too...

As for the rest of you, may you have to spend time in foetid third world jails.

What the hell? This is how business is done in the Third World?! It's almost as bad as Chicago!
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