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Originally posted by Seanachai:

What the hell is this? Where the Hell is Boo?! What's the point of a man staying up all night in order to give his large, thuggish henchman new orders, if the brute isn't there?

I am filled with resentment.

You scared him away with your lengthy diatribe. What else did you expect?

I mean, he can barely read and write and you give him all *THAT* to peruse? He burned out his one brain cell and is now cowering under the desk and drooling...

You must remember the "KISS" principle with large, thuggish henchmen. Or did you not read the manual?

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Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

You scared him away with your lengthy diatribe. What else did you expect?

The reply of one man to another! Are we not men?! Are we not more than the beasts? I don't expect much from a Southerner, of course...

Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

I mean, he can barely read and write and you give him all *THAT* to peruse? He burned out his one brain cell and is now cowering under the desk and drooling...

No, if they're here, they have more brains than that.

Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

You must remember the "KISS" principle...

If I wanted a 'simple' henchman, I'd go to St. Paul. Or Georgia.
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Originally posted by Axe2121:

Check our thread, you nonce. :rolleyes: :mad:

It's 'Ponce'. Check our thread, you 'ponce'.

Christ on a crutch crushing a beer can on his forehead, it's hard to believe some of you lot don't have to walk around with your privates on display all day because zippers are simply 'too difficult'.

I have checked, and having checked, I've seen. The choice of scenarios, QBs, etc, it yours, as the challenged.

Send it on, Oh Hound of Goodaler ****e.

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I'm at work, Olde man! Rendering unto Caesar and all that! Flooding the world with even more inane slogans and derivative concepts in order to foist upon a bewildered public a plethora of useless gewgaws and jimcracks made offshore by underage Sri Lankans!

And what have YOU done today to help grease the pole...er... wheels of this benighted global economy?

Hmmmmm?

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Boo! Bring me Boo! I shall not sleep until I've heard from my large, thuggish henchman!

O the year was 1778

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

A letter of marque came from the king

To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

O Elcid Barrett cried the town

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

For twenty brave men all fishermen who

Would make for him the Antelope's crew

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

The Antelope sloop was a sickening site

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

She'd list to the port and her sails in rags

And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

On the King's birthday we put to sea

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Ninety-one days to Montego Bay

Pumping like madmen all the way

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

When a great big Yankee hove in sight

With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

The Yankee lay low down with gold

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

She was broad and fat and loose in stays

But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers .

Then at length she stood two cables away

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Our cracked four-pounders made awful din

But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the main truck carried off both me legs

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

Now here I lay in my twenty-third year

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

It's been six years since we sailed away

And I just made Halifax yesterday

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

Barrett's Privateers

-Stan Rogers.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

You scared him away with your lengthy diatribe. What else did you expect?

The reply of one man to another! Are we not men?! Are we not more than the beasts? I don't expect much from a Southerner, of course...

Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

I mean, he can barely read and write and you give him all *THAT* to peruse? He burned out his one brain cell and is now cowering under the desk and drooling...

No, if they're here, they have more brains than that.

Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

You must remember the "KISS" principle...

If I wanted a 'simple' henchman, I'd go to St. Paul. Or Georgia. </font>
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo! Bring me Boo! I shall not sleep until I've heard from my large, thuggish henchman!

Are you blind, deaf AND stupid? I'm posting all over the place, you tittering mackarel!

And quit cutting and pasting songs all of us skip over. It was funny for a time, but now it's just sad.

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

It's no problem. Come with me, I'll see ya home. Here, let me just put this handcuff on your wrist, so that we won't get separated...

We've talked about this, before, haven't we? You bastard!

I'm for bed. While most of you were softly, softly leaking into your underwear, and wondering about why your wife has to use so much bleach to keep it 'white', I was dismissing you. As you should be.

A less impressive gang of lackluster whores than you lot cannot be imagined. At least, not by anyone who even touches themselves in a way that does't meirt derision.

I give you all a good night.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Silence, Insect!

Gods, don't you just hate the buzzing of fools?!

Piss off. There's a good, completely inconsequential puddle of pi—

Wait! Weren't you finally raised to Knighthood?

Shut up, then, you toad!

Boo? Where is Boo?

Toad, toad!

Are you losing your touch?

Why a toad is a marvellous creature & certainly worthy of the Cesspool… they are stout, hardy, warty, poisonous & probably cunning.

If you’re going to insult me, do it properly… call me a… an iguana or sumfink

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Originally posted by Moraine Sedai:

What the hell?? Are you so in need of hatred and bile that you are now going to be snippy with ME? A Lady of the 'Pool? I thought I was sacrosanct...or sumfink.

If not then...well...I guess the gloves are off. And the stilettos. Do you want your drubbing with or without salt in your wounds old man?

As I honour the Ladies of the Pool, so do I treat them as equals. We might well give each other offense, where it dwelt merely on the externals, such as the fact that you're a gods benighted Southerner, who wouldn't, perforce, know enough to pour piss out of one dainty piece of her own footwear.

But, as a Lady of the 'Pool, I know you to be so complete, replete, and rather pyrotechnically superiour as to simply give the nod to the maunderings of an Olde One of the Pool.

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Originally posted by 37mm:

[if you’re going to insult me, do it properly… call me a… an iguana or sumfink

You're a fecking poodle. Now be quiet.

Christ on a crutch without a handicap parking sticker, but the younger generation goes on like every time they touch themselves, we've got to post breathlessly about the Colossus of Rhodes.

Be quiet! Shut the hell up! And stop doing that, or you'll go blind! I know that old people have told every generation for a hundred years that, but in your case, and the way you're going about it, it's actually true.

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Oh...he's a tricksy one, he is...says things both sweet and sour in the same breath he does...

Well, let it be known that I've never held it against YOU that you are a gall-danged Yankee. Never even mentioned it. Nope. Doesn't matter to *me* where you are born, but whether you are worthy of respect based on your intellect and actions. I don't base my opinions on place of birth.

Matter of fact, I'd think it spoke well on my behalf in your eyes that I *married* a man from "up yonder". Alas, I fear I have not redeemed myself even with that.

That said, I am, by no means, ashamed that I am Georgia born and Georgia bred. It is a good state. When it's not summer. Or fall. Or raining. Or sunny. Or daylight. But at NIGHT! Oh yes...if you are far enough away from the city lights and there aren't too many trees in the way and not so near train stations, airports and automotives and houses and such...it can be a very beautiful state.

Oh...where was I?

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

You're a fecking poodle. Now be quiet.

Poodle, yeah that’s about the right level of insult I’d say.

Much more insulting than a Toad is a Poodle. I think we can all agree a Poodle has very little Pengfulness…

Then again a poodle can be seen as a bit of a prima Dona, a bit of a yappy annoying git that although harmless does ‘tug’ on some subconscious belief that all is not roight.

You know I’m not so sure about Poodle as an insult now… it’s might be best to go with my recommendation for calling me an iguana... what d'ya say you STINKING PIG?... no Pigs are actually quite intelligent...

okay... what d'ya say you FLAMING SPARROW?... then again they sound quite pretty (& I suppose if they were burning it'd look pretty cool), no still wont do...

ya know its harder than it looks this insulting via animal names lark

[ February 15, 2005, 07:59 AM: Message edited by: 37mm ]

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I'm for bed.

Now that's he's safely asleep with the room reverberating from the elephantine hoots and rumbles issuing from his deviated septum and the air thick with the digested aroma of whatever it is he had for supper last night, let's quietly take his wrist and place it in this bowl of tepid... oh, would you look at that? He's already wet!!!

(To be continued...)

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