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What the holy hell, that's the worst string of posts I've ever read in an MBT. Sickening. Third grade? Punctuation? Daisies? Fishnuts, you people are imbeciles. Look, everyone knows Mensch gets all conjugal with the livestock, eats 3-day old Ethiopian food, washes with blubber and engages in currency speculation--how's insulting his frickin' grammar gonna make any difference? The man once ate an entire, live hippopotamus with nothing but a pair of chopsticks and you think telling him he didn't graduate third grade is gonna make a dent?

And Mensch, what's with pointing out how 'sensitive' people are about grammar and punctuation. Jesus God, put some effort forth, lad, and tell Boo that you think his obsession with Justicarate cod-pieces is a little disturbing. Bring up his failed stint in the USFL. Eat his soul. Sleep with his many, voluptuous sisters. Befriend his dog. Something, anything, with a little more grit, a little more oomph, than this after-school special crap.

Show some class you buncha sissy-pansies.

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Originally posted by YK2:

Hmmm...

*Scans through The Justicars list of honoury titles*

Now he must be here somewhere....

37mmm... 37mm.....

Ah, there your are...

Page IVV11XII paragraph 3909..

May 2004..

The SSN 37mm shall be recognised as Squire to Sir Boo Radley Knight Extrodinaire ...

Ok check....

So far so good, it seems you come from good stock, Croda and JD are among the creme de la creme of the Pool, And Boo , well you know....He's Boo ..

Hmmm nothing else listed....

* Scowls at 37mm *

Who gave you all these titles?

May 2004… no my dear lady that’s before my time.

I’ve been here at the Peng thread for little over a hundred days… sorry I’ve been here for THE hundred days.

If your little book is wrong on such a detail it may go some way in helping to explain the omittance of my titles… yes that MUST be it

[ January 29, 2005, 05:04 PM: Message edited by: 37mm ]

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Wi a mak ah wee pome fir ye! tha wa wi doo!

There is an auld gytehoose near Lincoln,

but ah wullnie mention ony by name.

Cos the balmy beggers in theer,

wid like aw visitors ti play their game.

Owd Wull is paint'n' the ceiling,

so he ordered matt white frae the shoap.

But the idiots gid hem gloas paint,

noo he's washi'n' the flair wi' a moap.

Next day he went wi' a Minder,

and slammed the gloss paint oan the bar.

"Ah wuz want'n' matt!" he greeted hoarsely

and Matt White sashayed up to the bar.

Matt wuz aye dealin' wi' nutters,

and telt bloke he hed poot paint oan back ti front.

Then the bloke telt Matt weer 'e cid shove et,

and when it wuz dry 'e cid awa en paint hez wee punt.

Then there was owd Yorky Fred the ex-Bricky,

warblin', "Wer… wer.. wot the heck am ah doin' 'ere?

Ah'm stuck 'ere ber… ber… buildin' this bleed'n' wowl,

an' ah can't ge… ger… aht fer a ber bleed'n' beer."

The Manager then approached Owd Fred

and Fred maintained he was quite sane.

And the boss man said he would look into it,

then turned and took off again.

That's when Fred picked up a loose brick,

and threw it with just enough force.

To knock the Managers cap off,

and Fred grinned showing no remorse.

"Thee weern't fergit wot ah telt thi,

ah'm as sane as any bugger 'ere!

An ah'll prove it, if tha'll lend me a Fiver.

A'l be in yon pub suppin' Lincoln's finest beer."

Then we met Taffy the Welch horse mangler,

who de-nutted gee gee's wi' two bricks.

He tied their back legs asunder,

so's not to get his head smashed in by kicks.

Grasping two heavy house bricks firmly,

he would crouch between the hind legs

then crash heavy bricks together sharply,

while horse gasped at about ten megs.

One bystander groaned on observing the ritual,

and commented, "Jings! But dis that no herrt?"

"On-ny if yer gets thu-mbs twixt bricks, boyo."

grinned Taffy as he adjusted his shirt.

We saw a Chippy making a cabinet,

and busy sawing a plank to fit.

And a bloke hanging from the light socket,

pretending he was a new globe just lit.

We asked why the chap was hanging up theer,

but he wouldn't come down wi' oot a ficht.

cos his mate was making him a new cabinet,

and he couldnie see ti werk wi'oot a licht.

[ January 29, 2005, 05:19 PM: Message edited by: [TGD] mensch ]

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Originally posted by YK2:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by 37mm:

I’ve been here for THE hundred days.

Oh right, does that mean your time is up?

** BOOT **

Do make sure to call again sometime! </font>

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Originally posted by Mace:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by 37mm:

I feel all misunderstood

Not to worry.

You can only be misunderstood if we actually listened to you....so how about feeling ignored instead?

Mace </font>

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Originally posted by 37mm:

Is it not better to be ‘ignored & wrong’ than ‘listened to & wrong’?

Ommmmmm.

*stops meditation for a minute to preach words of wisdom*

Nirvana is achieved through 'listened to, wrong, yet never discovered'

Mace

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Originally posted by [TGD] mensch:

Boo needs to live a little and stop worrying about what others write. It makes him look almost as bad as Seanachipoo when he's sober.

Nothing better then to see saps like this refried eggroll get all bundled up over typos and commas LOL

this is the cess, insulting someone on punkt'u'ation is so 1999s

*watches him get all flustered over this post*

You're coming onto me, aren't you?

Tramp.

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Originally posted by Elijah Meeks:

What the holy hell, that's the worst string of posts I've ever read in an MBT.

If you were around more, you'd have seen far worse.

Originally posted by Elijah Meeks:

Show some class you buncha sissy-pansies.

Sometimes you hafta consider the source material. Plus, it was only mensch, so I checked my brain at the door.

I am not worthy. Oh, how terrible. Next time I need your opinion, I'll ask one of the squires to fart.

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Originally posted by [TGD] mensch:

Boo Ye canna preach oot o yer ain pulpit. Bu'caa me what ye like, but dinna caa me ae durty coo. keep yer tounge a prisoner, an yer body will gang free or yer canna Kiss my fit, there's mair fleesh on't.

[ January 29, 2005, 06:03 PM: Message edited by: [TGD] mensch ]

Break out the Bactene. mensch got his tongue slammed in the toilet seat again.
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