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A song for the ladies:-

(Chorus)

I'll tell me ma when I get home

That the boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair and they steal my comb

But that's alright until I get home

She is handsome She is pretty

She is the girl from Dublin City

She's been a courting 1-2-3

Please won't you tell me who is she

Sorry, don't know the words to any of the verses :D

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Originally posted by athkatla:

A song for the ladies:-

(Chorus)

I'll tell me ma when I get home

That the boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair and they steal my comb

But that's alright until I get home

She is handsome She is pretty

She is the girl from Dublin City

She's been a courting 1-2-3

Please won't you tell me who is she

Sorry, don't know the words to any of the verses :D

Hey Athkatla, How about a birthday song for Berli!

Persephone

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This one's for you Berli , made possible by SNL.

(singng)

Birthday Birthday Birthday for you

It's hard to believe another year is through

Slipping through the mists of time

Cosmic traveler with mirror eyes

Does appear from the queen, his mother's thighs

Blood slick and with purple skin

The babe does emerge from her vagina within

While the mother screams like a witch; like a bitch

Happy Birthday

(spoken)

Stare into the cold light of life

You will see it again

You will see it again

Chorus:

(singing)

And what is this cold dark world

Upon whose shores I'm so rudely thrust

Glov-ed hand of the mad man delivers a smack

Unkind, Unjust

Berli :

Father, is that you, through clouds of the cosmos blue

It's a boy

It's a girl

It's a soul

Or is it

Hahahaha

(spoken)

Mother, is that you?

It's my birthday.

Crone:

I have a secret for your ear, not your eye

The moment you are born, you begin to die

Berli:

Crone, be gone!

Crone:

Away! Fulfill your destiny, unwind the clock.

Happy Birthday.

Berli:

Thou knowest me not!

With this sword I cleve thee into the world

Through the stormy deep the babe is hurled

Tetragravton!

Chorus:

(singing)

Happy Birthday (repeated)

Berli:

(spoken)

Abraxis! Abraxis! I give myself to thee!

No! Why this shattered life?

Why was I born of woman?

Hideous vision, what wouldst thou with me?

Eternity:

Happy Birthday.

Berli:

Weary traveler, who are you?

Eternity:

I'm Eternity.

Berli:

Wilst thou not let me pass on this journey?

Eternity:

(singing)

If you answer me this riddle, then Ascot's treasure shall be thine

In the name of Thor

Who is your father

Who is your mother

What is the answer

Mortal speak

Berli:

No, can it be

The answer that you seek is...

It's me

It's me

It's me

Happy Birthday

[ November 24, 2002, 11:03 AM: Message edited by: Gaylord Focker ]

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Originally posted by Gaylord Focker:

Well i'm building a girlfriend for Christmas!

Yeah well, who didn't suspect that right from the beginning.

Oh, and my condolences to Berli on his birthday. You're not getting older, you're...wait a minute. Who are we trying to kid? You are getting older. So sad.

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One Foot in the Grave

There's a dead hobo on the patio

And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire

Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red

And it better be long as the troubles in my head

Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave

Well, I was sittin' at home, cookin' up a steak

Satan came down, dressed like a snake

Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames

And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise

Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave

Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave

Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone

Woo!

Woo!

Happy Berlithday!

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A Song for Berli

BY

BOB DYLAN

May God bless and keep you always

May your wishes all come true

May you always do for others

And let others do for you

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous

May you grow up to be true

May you always know the truth

And see the lights surrounding you

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful

And may your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young.

[ November 24, 2002, 12:25 PM: Message edited by: athkatla ]

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Happy Birthday Berli ... I'd go on but the muse is absent right now.

As to the Tourney, let's what this WineBottleCap chap proposes and we'll see. No doubt he'll be going on and on about this map or that force balance and such nonsense. Thank GAWD that there's someone here (i.e. ME) to put him right about such things.

Hmmmm ... you lads ever hear about a type of golf tourney in which you can only use ONE club for the entire round? Hmmmmm ... forces to be as close to a given point total without going over but MUST be of one purchase only. In other words you click ONCE on the purchase screen and there you are.

Say ... 500 points perhaps? You can play with the force nationality, type or quality all you like, but one purchase only. And let's for Gawd's sake get it over with, say 20 turns ... less if it's a smaller map. Random everything else of course, just to add spice to the thing.

Silly, immature and pointless you say ... well thank you I DO try.

Joe

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

As to the Tourney... oh boy.

Hmmmm ... and so it begins...

Say ... endless, interminable, garbled jarbling aboot various rules, constraints, handicaps, putting records, etc and etc.

Joe

Oh, Christ, here we go with the rules, the bickering, the endless debate, the packing up of toys and stomping off to home. This could get ugly. My only demand is that, come what may, I still end up with a bottle o fine wine.

[ November 24, 2002, 03:47 PM: Message edited by: Panzer Leader ]

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Originally posted by Panzer Leader:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

As to the Tourney... oh boy.

Hmmmm ... and so it begins...

Say ... endless, interminable, garbled jarbling aboot various rules, constraints, handicaps, putting records, etc and etc.

Joe

Oh, Christ, here we go with the rules, the bickering, the endless debate, the packing up of toys and stomping off to home. This could get ugly. My only demand is that, come what may, I still end up with a bottle o fine wine.</font>
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Originally posted by YK2:

...{snipped} ... Nahhhhhhhhh he's Berli and he's one of the olde ones not quite as old as Joe but still an Olde one.

He's also the Evil One and it's his birthday, good enough reason to celebrate eh?

Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli.

Joe

p.s. And SOME women like older men too.

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by YK2:

...{snipped} ... Nahhhhhhhhh he's Berli and he's one of the olde ones not quite as old as Joe but still an Olde one.

He's also the Evil One and it's his birthday, good enough reason to celebrate eh?

Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli.

Joe

p.s. And SOME women like older men too.</font>

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli.

Joe

p.s. And SOME women like older men too.

Translation: Joe says he is older than Berli. Last line is the giveaway.

Oh, Anna Nicole Smith is available again you old sot.

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Originally posted by YK2:

**** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI ***

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How about a jolly singsong then:

Up high upon a lonely moor

A widow lived alone

In an inn she kept and while she slept

the pillows heard her moan

For many's the time a traveler

Has spent the night with me

But there's not a man in all creation

Gives content to me

For some can manage once or twice

Some make three or four

What seems to be a rarity

Is the man who can do more

I'd give anything to find him

In heaven or in hell

And while the words were spoken then

She heard the front door bell

Cho: And the wind blew cold and lonely

All across that widow's moor

And she never ever turned away

A traveler from her door

Then boldly the widow she went downstairs

And the door she opened wide

And as she did a tall and handsome

Stranger stepped inside

She gave him bread and brandy

And after he was fed

He said My dear, well have no fear

It's time to go to bed

For I heard you call way down below

And I've come to see you right

But you must come to hell with me

If I can last the night

She said You randy devil!

To this bargain I'm agreed

For hell on earth or hell in hell

It's all the same to me

Then the devil and the widow they jumped in bed

And the devil was working well

And he thought before this night was through

She'd be his in hell

But when they got to number nine

The widow cried Encore!

And when the twelfth time came around

She still called out for more

At twenty-five the devil thought

He had to take a rest

But the widow still said Come raise yer head

And put me to the test

At sixty-nine the widow laughed

Again, again she cried

And the devil declared Well I can see

Just how your husband died

At niney-nine the devil he

Began to cry and weep

Oh I will give you anything

Just let me go to sleep

Before the morning light was on

The devil hobbled home

And the widow still unsatisfied

Once more was left alone

She lay there and she grumbled

And she thought of niney-nine

If only that old devil could

Have made it one more time

I'll call him up again tonight

And see what can be done

With a bit of application we

Could make it to the ton

But when she called him up that night

No devil he did appear

For the first time in eternity

The old devil he shook with fear

Of all the pain and torment

I've witnessed here in hell

I never knew what pain was

'till I rang your front doorbell

Happy Happy Happy.

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

As to the Tourney, (All sorts of anal, suck-the-fun-out-of-life rules and what not, SNIPPED.)

Joe

Joe? Why is it always "Oh, you can have fun, but it's got to be very strictly regimented, by my very own set of arcane guidelines or NO ONE CAN PLAY!"?

Were you a Franciscan nun in another life?

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