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In the words of the famous Doctor Sandor Schreck....(In Thickest German Accent) " There are two types of fate...the natural, and the supernatural"

From the 1965 classic, Dr Terror's House of Horrors.

Good research Nidan1, many people have attributed that line to his brother Panzer.

Joe

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I suppose it could have been ... did he then slap himself across the mouth and mutter "No, no, they don't ALL have to die."

That's the real test of a Peng sighting you know.

Joe

Huh... so maybe that WAS him I saw standing at the ATM, wearing a sleeping bag with holes cut out for his legs, pushing buttons and saying, "Take my picture. Take my picture. Take my picture...".

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gnomespankerxs8.jpg

How does she DO that?

That's not simply my smiling face photo-shopped into that quaint picture.

That upraised hand ready to spank is my actual hand. I'd recognize it anywhere! It has smote both mine enemies, and the skin of a bodhran.

It doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down

just a little courage to lift him off the ground!

This world is not what it seems

These beer balls are ruining my dreams

-Dropkick Murphys

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Boo, my little braveheart, this is easily one of your vilest attempts at starting the Thread. But I applaud your efforts to return us all to the Original State of Grace, which is Humour.

I mean, such as we ever achieve.

If I should fall from grace with god

Where no doctor can relieve me

If Im buried neath the sod

But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours

Was the proud land of our fathers

It belongs to us and them

Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys

Let them go, boys

Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea

Where no murdered ghost can haunt me

If I rock upon the waves

Then no corpse can lie upon me

Its coming up three, boys

Keeps coming up three, boys

Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with god

Where no doctor can relieve me

If Im buried neath the sod

But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

If I Should Fall From Grace With God

-the Pogues

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I have no desire to sit down and join you guys. I will come in tell you to buy me around then have you juggle for me. Why waste the time when it is that simple.

How to put this? We would not 'buy you around'. Should you have proved to be sufficiently educated, or more amusing, we might have 'bought you a round'. As in 'a round of drinks'. Using your terminology, we might have 'shopped you around', as in 'tried to sell you to someone with no discernment, taste, or particular intelligence', who might have been willing to part with the price of a pint in order to lash you to a framework of willow rods, and then paint your arse red.

And, by the grammatically primitive ("I will come in tell you"?) response you made, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be able to afford a 12 pack of a macro-brew from what we got for you.

Unless we shopped your arse to the 'S&M English Professors' section of eBay. We might have been able to buy a case of Bud, then.

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Wrong metaphor: Evolution is more like a tree than a ladder, and more like a bushy thing than a tree. Lots and lots of branches. No rungs really. Your branch may be especially short and stumpy with nasty, shriveled. vile-tasting, poisonous bark, leaves, and berries, but it is a branch, not a rung.

**ponders**

So...

Basically you're saying Boo's more a root then?

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Remember Leeo, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.

Yeah, Leeeeeeo, they're getting close. Maybe the next person you see is the one. They're gonna grab you and do things to you so horrible that you can't even imagine them.

Hope you have your cyanide pill and use it in time.

Michael

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Boo, my little braveheart, this is easily one of your vilest attempts at starting the Thread.

Yeah, I know.

I'm pretty pleased with it, myself, thanks.

Granted, it doesn't have the same incomprehensible gibberish you can find in a start by one of the Antipodians, and it doesn't drone on endlessly until you want to put a galvanized steel bucket on your head and invite a troop of howler monkeys to play Innagaddadavida on it with circus mallets, like one of Joe's Thread starters.

But it's not bad. I can dance to it.

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I liked the "plate cleaner/food fussy" dichotomy.

You can't go too far wrong quoting Miss Barbara, I've always felt.

"Romper, stomper, bomper, boo. Tell me, tell me. tell me do. Did all my friends have fun at play? Did all my friends have fun with me today?"

Now that's quality children's programming.

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Is that what you call it, I thought you were throwing a fit....

pfft!

Big talk coming from someone whose dancing makes Elaine from Seinfeld look like Ginger Rogers.

But, more importantly, whatever DID happen to NG Cavscout?

Last I heard he was having some computer issues, but that was like a year and a half ago, I think.

Anybody ever hear from him?

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Time for another sing-song;

Finished with my woman

'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind

People think I'm insane

Because I am frowning all the time

All day long I think of things

But nothing seems to satisfy

Think I'll lose my mind

If I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me occupy my brain?

Oh yeah!

I need someone to show me

The things in life that I can't find

I can't see the things that make true happiness

I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh

And you will laugh and I will cry

Happiness I cannot feel

And love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words

Telling you now of my state

I tell you to enjoy life

I wish I could but it's too late

--Black Sabbath

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