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Boo! As you love your god, my Lady, and me, let us to horse! There must be windmills I can tilt against with more substance than anything Abbott has to say. Or even strip-malls!

Whatever. Hold my stirrup! No, not like that, you...look, just link your palms and help me...oh for the love of...

Just get down on your hands and knees and let me step up on...bloody hell. Even on all fours you're too goddamn tall. Not to mention clumsy.

Look, go back in the bar and call us a cab.

What? Sod the horse. Animal Control will bring it by tomorrow. Just like always. Give me that flask.

No, no, I'm not angry. But just once, I'd like to be able to vault into the saddle with the aid of my esquire, and ride off to glory. Remember what happened last week? When you tossed me right over the bloody horse and I cracked two ribs and smashed the windshield of that Volvo?

Okay, yeah, that was pretty goddamn funny when that feck in the polo shirt came out of the Super America with his idiotic bottled water and energy bar and started screaming when he found me lying there on the hood of his car. And he whipped his cell phone out and tried to call his insurance agent, and got his mother on the speed-dial, instead?

You know, his army of little wizards are still calling me, and trying to get me to sign a release?

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Originally posted by Leeo:

Where are his mantlet penetration rantings? When does he blow the whistle to send the lads over the top?

Perusing my former squires post for keywords, I note the use of 'penetration', 'blow' and 'lads'.

Leeo, are you toying with Bauhausian mind melds again?

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo!...

Hold my...

bar...

I'd like to...

release

And there, gentle halfwits, we have another classic example of the style unique to our very own bard. Note how each line falls, as if from behind the horse he mentions so lovingly (that in itself is food for a future post), and lies, steaming in the noonday sun awaiting some hapless pedestrian (that's pedestrian, Seanachai, I was not referring to your well documented peccadillos). See the artistry by which his words cling to the sole of your shoe and foul the air around you.

Behold, Seanachai! Bow before his genius and weep

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

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

'Senor, they come to the place where we wash our trucks, and they steal from us our manhood!'

Definite sig material there. </font>
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Originally posted by Stuka:

Leeo, are you toying with Bauhaus...

My Liege, you sick bastige. How dare you think thusly of me; after all, did I not have the cleanest piss-bucket of all the squires? Did I not also provide wet-naps and a mint once one had finished with the bucket?

And for what did I go to all that effort? What boon was I given for take pride in my work? To be associated with that freudian snake bauhaus, indeed, to apparently be construed as to play with such a creature. Why, it's almost more than a former piss-boy and squire extraordinaire can take. Almost.

Stuka, you moto-cross-eyed bugger, you are standing on the line. I'd caution you not to step over it, for were that to happen, I might be forced to draw another line. AND I'VE GOT MY CHALK RIGHT HERE, BOYO! Don't make me use it.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I'll be stuffed. Berli, you're completely right. I mean, who doesn't remember that photo that Elvis posted of Peng in the halfwit hat, holding a glass of whisky and a budweiser?

He looked EXACTLY like that guy.

I guess Peng was drinking to celebrate a good chipping..

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Hello Berli......

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Boo! As you love your god, my Lady, and me, let us to horse! There must be windmills I can tilt against with more substance than anything Abbott has to say. Or even strip-malls!

Shouldn't it be two horses? I mean there's two of us after all and if there's only one horse, it had better be a Clydesdale or a Percheron or something pretty big, donchathink?

Whatever. Hold my stirrup! No, not like that, you...look, just link your palms and help me...oh for the love of...

Well, turn around already! You're facing the back of the horse, for cripe's sake!

Just get down on your hands and knees and let me step up on...bloody hell. Even on all fours you're too goddamn tall. Not to mention clumsy.

Fine... this from the guy who wants to ride the horse backwards! Maybe we need a block and tackle...

Look, go back in the bar and call us a cab.

Hell, I can do that right here. We're a cab! God, I love that joke!

What? Sod the horse. Animal Control will bring it by tomorrow. Just like always. Give me that flask.

You mean the one with the... er, specimen we got out of that tubucular Pekinese because you said, no matter what, he had a better chance of passing the drug test than you did? Here you go.

No, no, I'm not angry. But just once, I'd like to be able to vault into the saddle with the aid of my esquire, and ride off to glory. Remember what happened last week? When you tossed me right over the bloody horse and I cracked two ribs and smashed the windshield of that Volvo?

How can an old magazine help you onto a horse?

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It was a Volvo? I thought it was a Saab.

Okay, yeah, that was pretty goddamn funny when that feck in the polo shirt came out of the Super America with his idiotic bottled water and energy bar and started screaming when he found me lying there on the hood of his car. And he whipped his cell phone out and tried to call his insurance agent, and got his mother on the speed-dial, instead?

I know! For some reason it reminded me of that Geico commercial where the cave man gets a call from his mother while talking to his analyst!

I think that's the first time in my life that I've actually brayed laughter.

It was a good feeling.

You know, his army of little wizards are still calling me, and trying to get me to sign a release?

Yeah, but you can always use the money. I mean... five bucks is five bucks, right?
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

In a Thread dedicated to mockery, abuse and weirdness

LOL, I have been putting some of you guys thru some very entertaining changes for the past few weeks. Talk about some dumb-asses.

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You call in Berli? Berli? What’s he going to do? Ugly me to death? That nit-wit thinks he’s the devil for Pete’s sake and you call me dumb! Some of you idiots have lost it!

Originally posted by Seanachai:

THAT'S IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! EVERYONE STEP BACK FROM ME AN ABBOTT, AND LET THE CAGE MATCH PRO-CEED!

[yawn]YAWN [/yawn] Bring it on you red-faced-turnip-looking-MoFo [for joe]MoFo[/for joe]You claim I can not write with wit, style and my [favorite](from Dalem) verve[/favorite] hell, I can’t dance either. Bring it on [gimp]steve[/gimp].

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YOUR NAME HERE:

Seanachai

Literal meaning

"No, I'm just tired."

History

Killing nineteen and withering all crops for a mile when first read out from a newly discovered sliver of parchment in 1222 AD, the name Seanachai was originally used spitefully to refer to unsettlingly enthusiastic night soil collectors, before falling down a flight of stone steps.

Famous Seanachais

1. Seanachai Sprewt-Tightbadger, once saved by the Brass Nose;

2. Seanachai Orbiting-Mapduster, champion of the right to use static electricity; ghost-writer of The St Winifred's School Choir's poorly bound autobiography, I WAS MONTY'S THUG;

3. "Terrible" Seanachai Sponetote, for a time, in their own mind, romantically linked with the world's most popular cosh;

4. Seanachai C ap Marl-Dindymene, who's never forgotten Paul McCartney's Wings; first holder of the inhumanly funded office of Ruler of the World in Exile;

5. Chief Scientist Seanachai Millington, co-habitee of nine people associated with the monkey cartilage gear system; first holder of the office of Chancellor of the Eggs Checker;

6. Seanachai P Proms, named in court as holding compromising material concerning Mr Bronson from Grange Hill;

7. Seanachai J Nivea-Quoits, who owes everything to the indestructible tortoise; first holder of the short-lived office of King High Wizard Of Ipswich;

8. Seanachai Macaulay ("The Mighty"), who lost a fortune on more types of bacterial infection than any sixty-one people can name; ghost-writer of Lionel Stander's religious handbook and autobiography, I WAS KILLED IN THE WAR;

9. Seanachai Cangoose-Ach, BA ("The Terrible"), early user of the methods of Judge Dredd;

10. Seanachai Smmith, reputedly trapped for sixteen days under a fallen monument to the everlasting trouser.

Typical Seanachai motto

"I, er, oh."

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Originally posted by MrSpkr:

dalem you halfwit, don't you owe me a turn? No? Well you do now. Check your email, buckie, and prepare for a thrashing . . . of course, you'd enjoy that . . . not that there's anything wrong with that . . .

Steve

I checked my mail, sirrah, and other than a setup from Boo which would have consisted of me walking approximately 8,000 Italians across windy tableland toward distant flags, I gots nuthin' CM related.

Do you have the right email addy? dalemq@comcast.net.

Do you have your computer plugged in?

Do you have any idea how much I hate my job?

Do you have a spare Salma Hayek I could borrow?

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

It wasn't like that in the OLD POOL!

Joe

And by "the OLD POOL" you must mean the puddle of primordeal ooze that you grew up in, you monokaryotic ancestor, you.

In the last 3.5 billion years, you've come a long way, baby!

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Originally posted by dalem:

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

It wasn't like that in the OLD POOL!

Joe

And by "the OLD POOL" you must mean the puddle of primordeal ooze that you grew up in, you monokaryotic ancestor, you.

In the last 3.5 billion years, you've come a long way, baby! </font>

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

You misspelled primordial ... but you got ooze right and that's more than we had a right to expect from you.

No... no, that is not right Joe. Ooze we can expect from Dalem. Perhaps you have forgotten where Dalem came from.

Genesis 2:7

And the LORD Seanachai shat Dalem onto the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and Dalem became a living soul.

Yes, Dalem can ooze... most noticeable on a hot day

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Originally posted by Berlichtingen:

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

You misspelled primordial ... but you got ooze right and that's more than we had a right to expect from you.

No... no, that is not right Joe. Ooze we can expect from Dalem. Perhaps you have forgotten where Dalem came from.

Genesis 2:7

And the LORD Seanachai shat Dalem onto the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and Dalem became a living soul.

Yes, Dalem can ooze... most noticeable on a hot day </font>

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

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

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

You misspelled primordial ... but you got ooze right and that's more than we had a right to expect from you.

No... no, that is not right Joe. Ooze we can expect from Dalem. Perhaps you have forgotten where Dalem came from.

Genesis 2:7

And the LORD Seanachai shat Dalem onto the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and Dalem became a living soul.

Yes, Dalem can ooze... most noticeable on a hot day </font>

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Originally posted by stoat:

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

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

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

You misspelled primordial ... but you got ooze right and that's more than we had a right to expect from you.

No... no, that is not right Joe. Ooze we can expect from Dalem. Perhaps you have forgotten where Dalem came from.

Genesis 2:7

And the LORD Seanachai shat Dalem onto the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and Dalem became a living soul.

Yes, Dalem can ooze... most noticeable on a hot day </font>

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