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Originally posted by Nidan1:

There'll be hot times in the old town tonight!!!!!

Viagra finally kick in, did it?

Was it some of that on-line discount stuff? The stuff that comes in a plain brown box labeled, "Tiajuana; C.O.D.?

Yeah, that's bad. I read somewhere they use that in the breeding program in the San Diego Zoo's primate house.

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No...Cialis....free samples from the doctor....I have a four day window of opportunity, now if I could only find a willing partner.....hide your wives, your daughters, your pets...I'm feeling a bit......anxious

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Originally posted by Stuka:

Ladies and Gentleworms of the Cesspool!

I present to you in all her splendor....the goddess....the vision....the beauty and the light....the Lady Baroness Von Stuka!

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She is, indeed, quite lovely, Stuka. A bit strange that she'd have anything to do with you. Did she lose her passport, and need a way to leave the Middle East without being sold into White Slavery?

Oh, and...how to put this? In both those photos, your eyes are way weird, man. How much acid had you done? They look like two piss-holes in a snowbank.

She also seems very healthy. I imagine she's a great swimmer. I can't imagine her ever drowning.

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Something is not...right. There is a great disturbance within the Apocalypso.

There are only Three Horsemen.

You know, if you let Armageddon go off-fecking-kilter, the results don't even bear thinking about.

Pestilence has been cast out. Grog Dorosh is no longer among us.

Modern medical technology, and all that, but, as we know, the Pandemic is always out there. Waiting.

This is an issue that must be addressed.

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Originally posted by Lars:

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

I'm looking at the new wedding ring on my finger and observing how superior I am in the woman trapping department compared to you lick spittles.

Congratulations!

Now, check back in a few years and tell us how superior you feel.

If she'll let you. </font>

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Originally posted by dalem:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Nidan1:

There'll be hot times in the old town tonight!!!!!

Oh, just call it "Burrito Thursday" and stock in the two-ply like everyone else. </font>
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Originally posted by Stuka:

Seanachai! I'm quite sure that on page one I demanded that you.

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Idjit. I've posted so much to you, over so long a time, that you've gotten your goddamn shrubbery 50 times over, you halfwit feck.

You, and your various Beautiful Brides, are now part of my world. Are you even willing to remember that this is, so far as I can remember, the SECOND beautiful girl you've paraded before me...or maybe the THIRD?

Just get over throwing flower wreaths over your goddamn penis, and have some kids. Raise them right. Teach them all the good stuff.

Stop being a pussy hound, and start being a responsible adult.

Aussie feck.

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Originally posted by Nidan1:

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

Way to whore yourself out to the SSN, Knee-Dannnnnn

Someone has to provide some material for this collection of dullards, otherwise all we will hear about is Seanachai's kayaking trips, or Peng's hemmorrhoids. </font>
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I appeal to the folk of the Peng Challenge Thread!

Nidan has disdained and decided that the 'Tales of Small Emma and Smaller Nora' are complete ****e. He has forsaken my narrative.

He has decided that I have no relevance.

And in this he is completely right.

Noba.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I appeal to the folk of the Peng Challenge Thread!

Nidan has disdained and decided that the 'Tales of Small Emma and Smaller Nora' are complete ****e. He has forsaken my narrative.

He has decided that I have no relevance.

Gorram birds.

Go to bed, you ninny.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

He talks a lot about hunting. But all the little stuffed trophies in his 'special room'? They're not marred by pellet or bullet. And every single one of them is somehow...'approachable' from behind...

Not the bobcat. He's got his mouth open.
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I appeal to the folk of the Peng Challenge Thread!

Nidan has disdained and decided that the 'Tales of Small Emma and Smaller Nora' are complete ****e. He has forsaken my narrative.

He has decided that I have no relevance.

Relevance is purely transitory my Story Telling friend. One day life has meaning....and the next you wonder if it has any at all,

Having faced the Elephant, I often wonder what toss of the dice left ME here while taking away others. Would it have been better to be snuffed out at the peak of existence, or to survive to old age and watch in horror as all the physical attributes that made you a man slowly decline.

Is it better to burn out than to fade away....My My....Hey Hey??????

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MrStukes! Well done, laddie!

Mrleete! Fookin file?

Boo! Er... nevermind.

MrBard! more stories of little girls! More stories of kayaks!

NOW!

As for the problem of pestilence ... These things can't be done in haste. The insufferable dodorosh is barely cold in his grave and you speak of his replacement. I fear that we may have to recruit from the outre boards. Pestilence must be someone so horribly irritating, like an itchy rectal sphincter - I think a waffler should be put in place.

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Joe, I must admit my efforts to escape the greater Dallas area prior to your arrival have come to naught.

First, I agreed to go camping with my son's scout troop; unfortunately, they will return midday Sunday.

Then, I hastily arranged to leave immediately upon my return from camping to go on a fishing expedition down in the Gulf. Unfortunately, we will return from the fishing trip Tuesday morning.

As I was desperately seeking a third trip to carry me through until your Wednesday departure, I suddenly realized that you weren't coming until a week from this Monday.

This, of course, means my evasion efforts have come to naught.

Sigh.

I would ask you to email me the particulars of your trip, but I cannot in good conscience grant such an obvious opening to the ninnies in this thread.

So, just drop me an email.

Steve

P.S. The stories of Lars' Menagerie of Unspeakable Horrors are quite disturbing, Father Bard. It is with no small amount of gratitude that I thank you for omitting any photographs of the spectacle.

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