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I feel like singing:

I sailed a wild, wild sea

climbed up a tall, tall mountain

I met a old, old man

beneath a weeping willow tree

He said now if you got some questions

go and lay them at my feet

but my time here is brief

so you'll have to pick just three

And I said

What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart

and how can a man like me remain in the light

and if life is really as short as they say

then why is the night so long

and then the sun went down

and he sang for me this song

See I once was a young fool like you

afraid to do the things

that I knew I had to do

So I played an escapade just like you

I played an escapade just like you

I sailed a wild, wild sea

climbed up a tall, tall mountain

I met an old, old man

he sat beneath a sapling tree

He said now if you got some questions

go and lay them at my feet

but my time here is brief

so you'll have to pick just three

And I said

What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart

and how can a man like me remain in the light

and if life is really as short as they say

then why is the night so long

and then the sun went down

and he played for me this song

M. Ward

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

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

I feel like singing:

And I feel like hitting you over the head with monotonous regularity using an aluminum fungo bat.

Can I go first? </font>

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Perhaps they've been perfecting their Voodoo skills?
I doubt an oddstralian could perfect anything... except, perhaps, wandering around all drunk & clueless... and even then they'd likely feck it up somehow!

I'm grouchy... who, amongst you plebs, seeks my ire?

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Originally posted by Sir 37mm:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Perhaps they've been perfecting their Voodoo skills?

I doubt an oddstralian could perfect anything... except, perhaps, wandering around all drunk & clueless... and even then they'd likely feck it up somehow!

I'm grouchy... who, amongst you plebs, seeks my ire? </font>

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Originally posted by Nidan1:

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

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Perhaps they've been perfecting their Voodoo skills?

I doubt an oddstralian could perfect anything... except, perhaps, wandering around all drunk & clueless... and even then they'd likely feck it up somehow!

I'm grouchy... who, amongst you plebs, seeks my ire? </font>

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Originally posted by stikkypixie:

What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart

and how can a man like me remain in the light

and if life is really as short as they say

then why is the night so long

and then the sun went down

and he played for me this song

You,realy?
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Originally posted by Sir 37mm:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Perhaps they've been perfecting their Voodoo skills?

I doubt an oddstralian could perfect anything... except, perhaps, wandering around all drunk & clueless... and even then they'd likely feck it up somehow! </font>
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Originally posted by **YK2**:

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

THERE HAS BEEN NO MARRIAGE!

That's right, you heard me. My Blessing has not been sought.

Until I grant my Blessing, Mensch and Emma are simply indulging in endless, shameless wickedness.

I will simply be sitting over here, quietly contemplating Wickedness in all it's manifest forms...

What the hell's going on here, again?

Oh, that's right.

UNTIL MY BLESSING IS SOUGHT AND GIVEN, THERE IS NO MARRIAGE!

Hmmm now let me see....

*Thinks back*

Yep... I'm still waiting for the reply to the last two mails I sent your way.. If I recall correctly I was waffling on about how wonderful life was and how wonderful my now husband is.... etc.. etc.. etc... </font>

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I could piss-on even longer about Reality, Truth and Love, bewildering and amazing everyone with my almost Bodhisattva-like grasp of the Human Condition, but that would seriously cut into the dancing, singing, drinking and merry-making time.

Oh, so you're shutting up now? Well, win-win for all of us, eh?

Boo, have them set an extra place!

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Originally posted by Michael Dorosh:

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

I could piss-on even longer about Reality, Truth and Love, bewildering and amazing everyone with my almost Bodhisattva-like grasp of the Human Condition, but that would seriously cut into the dancing, singing, drinking and merry-making time.

Oh, so you're shutting up now? Well, win-win for all of us, eh?

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Originally posted by flammenwerfer:

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

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Michael Dorosh:

Oh, is this the thread where we post pictures of the Ladies of the Pool?

Funny, I thought this was the thread were we wished the Queen Emma and her exceedingly lucky mensch all the best. </font>
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo! Alert the Caterers!

(Puts down beer, picks up phone and dials number by memory)

"Yeah, Madame Fifi's House O' Pork and All Things Fried? Set me up with a sit down orgy for two dozen... and throw in an extra order of groat clusters, cuz we gots us a Canuckistani coming down from the great blight up north and we want him to feel welcome... or at least as if we're attempting to hide our loathing.

Gotcha. Put it on my tab. That's J. O. E... S. H. A. W.. Thanks.

(Hangs up phone and picks up beer. The multiverse is once again at peace.)

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Anyone who wants to get the boot into precisely the right place on Dorosh has to form up behind me. I run my thoughts over every post to him, lovingly considering each choice of word, trying to maximize both the angle, and the impact.[/qb]

True. Your lacerations of the poor bastard are legendary and without peer. However, he's our jester, our punching bag, our cautionary tale. The forum made him and needs him dearly, like fiber.

'Needing attention'? flammenwerfer, me little lad. You need to be 'At Least This Tall' to mock someone like Dorosh.

The great Bard coming to aide of Dorosh!? Have the stars fallen from the sky. Has Dick Cheney's heart filled with blood...'Someone like Dorosh'!!..Say it aint so, Sean.

I mean, really. MY posts, and MY ego makes all of Dorosh's sad fumblings look like a Yorkshire terrier barking at clouds.

Not sure how this came up, but there is nothing compulsive or vacuous about your posts, and your ego is safe with me.

[ January 26, 2007, 08:17 PM: Message edited by: flammenwerfer ]

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