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Okay, now lets see, there's Peggy, and Dee Dee, and Cathy, and Janet, and now Mimi, cause one of the above retired, and....who else? Doc and Bashful, right? What the hell, now that's seven the hard way. Enough for everybody, I suppose. Especially those of a mind, who are up to no good, with (or without) too many words, for the moment, misunderstood.

Oh hell, I can't do this; as in lash out so fierce, even if in jest, so unlike all the rest, from which, one would think, I might have learned such a kill skill by now, and how, and/or gotten used to the style, the grace, the frigin' pie in the face, the would-be kick in the ass, the nasty as all get out moment that will not pass, the punch in the gut, the kick in the nut, the backhand slap, no more than a tickle, so what if, in all directions, blood be drawn, to be all gone down the drain, by the bucket, instead of a trickle.

Oh! My kingdom for a Travis Bickle.

Leave it to you all to take the horse, of course. So, in the end, even John Marley's under the covers ghost, would have his choice to raise the glass, offer the toast.

Hello progress, my old friend. I've come to try, yet couldn't help but fail again.

Say when.

When.

......john peurach.

Wow! How do you do that with all those words?
Gasp!

Lady G.

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Quote: John Peurach

Okay, now lets see, there's Peggy, and Dee Dee, and Cathy, and Janet, and now Mimi, cause one of the above retired, and....who else? Doc and Bashful, right? What the hell, now that's seven the hard way. Enough for everybody, I suppose. Especially those of a mind, who are up to no good, with (or without) too many words, for the moment, misunderstood.

Oh hell, I can't do this; as in lash out so fierce, even if in jest, so unlike all the rest, from which, one would think, I might have learned such a kill skill by now, and how, and/or gotten used to the style, the grace, the frigin' pie in the face, the would-be kick in the ass, the nasty as all get out moment that will not pass, the punch in the gut, the kick in the nut, the backhand slap, no more than a tickle, so what if, in all directions, blood be drawn, to be all gone down the drain, by the bucket, instead of a trickle.

Oh! My kingdom for a Travis Bickle.

Leave it to you all to take the horse, of course. So, in the end, even John Marley's under the covers ghost, would have his choice to raise the glass, offer the toast.

Hello progress, my old friend. I've come to try, yet couldn't help but fail again.

Say when.

When.

......john peurach.

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when...
Brought a smile to my face again John. You amazeth.

I tried to flame,but sadly failed!
The words would just not come.
Don't worry G. Don't push so hard
At least you're having fun.

I like to rhyme as you can see
So now I'm on the hunt
For words that rhyme with 'hick'.
And words that rhyme with 'punt'

I know I've read some recently
But they evade me now.
I'll settle just for 'bollocks'

Signed: A Desperate Cow..


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Lady G.

What is this nicey nice junk?
Get your boxing mitts on and get to it!

Obnoxiously obtuse, obliviatingly obstinate, ovary possessing, orangutan evolved, omnivores!

Just substitute the rhyming words......'dick'....'c**t' etc.

I do my best, honest..so you can just go out, find a prostitute and bore her to death.

Bollocking bloody beasty boys bravely bonking brummies baring bums.

Lady G.

Gloves on, grovelling,gritty gnome-boy.

I've pooped out bigger turds than you. Turds that have blocked the drains. Much bigger than any that you could poop.

So there!

LG

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Gloves on, grovelling,gritty gnome-boy.

I've pooped out bigger turds than you. Turds that have blocked the drains. Much bigger than any that you could poop.

So there!

LG

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Somehow I believe you.

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Quote: rfreed

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Quote: Lady Godiva

Gloves on, grovelling,gritty gnome-boy.

I've pooped out bigger turds than you. Turds that have blocked the drains. Much bigger than any that you could poop.

So there!

LG

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Somehow I believe you.

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...nice hat ReTread....looks just like my toilet plunger...stays on yer head in
a big wind I betcha! And the snow stick on top alerts the plow truck!
Clever Boy!

I was drunk when I typed that!

I've just woken up and can't believe that's MY posting.

I bet that happens on here a lot though.

Lady G.

Somehow I believe that too.

That does it.
I've had it.
I've been trounced.
I can't take it any more.
(sniffle)
I've had my butt kicked. I've been humiliated beyond the level of human endurance.
(sob)
I've had my face rubbed in my own doo-doo. I'm beat up and battered and bruised.
(sniffle)
And the worst, most humiliating part of it is that it was done by two women.
(sob)
Oh, the crushingness of it all!!! How can I ever show my face in public again!
(sniffle)
I will just limp away and find a hole in the ground to hide in. Oh the shame of it!!
I will take the last honorable way out and commit hari-kari.
But all I have is a Swiss Army knife.
Woe is me!

But as long as I am here anyway, let me leave one last posting:

RECIPE FOR SMURF SOUP

Take a hand full of Smurfs, debone them and chop finely. Be sure to get all the bones out as they are notorious for sticking in your throat when you swallow them. Remove bits of hair as much as possible. Saute lightly with onions until the blue color darkens. Add in cooking oil and two cups of water. Toss in chopped paprika, diced potatoes and
celery. Put in lots of garlic to cover up gamey taste. Let cook for 15 minutes. Be aware that the blue color will dye every thing in the concoction.
Smurfs can be tough meat, so it might be wise to tenderize them first with a pointy tenderizing tool. It is more fun to do this when they are still moving.
Use vinegar to get the blue color out of your hands.
Do not give the bones to dogs unless they are still in the Smurfs bodies.

And when I catch up to you-you won't even have your Swiss Army Knife. (Mine was stolen and I NEED another one).

I do hope you only meant MALE Smurfs in that recipe 'freed! Those MALE Smurfs are a pain in the rectum....we do with getting rid of them....

Lady G.

...ooops, double riposte....

...Ok ladies, just a slight diversion.

I have finalized our plans for our Alaskan Adventure late next August, and against my better judgement, but because I feel sorry for him, I have gone ahead and booked our landbased tours thru Refried-Retread-Rectal Tour Guide Services.

*First Night: campfire sing a long, smoors & smurfs over an open fire,
chew the fat. Casual Socialization.

*2nd Day: Wild Salmon Fishing using grenades, or as his blog states,
"Do you want to fish or just F****around." Lake Side shore dinner of salmon,
parsnips, turnip greens homemade tartar sauce. Lesson in latrine digging , proper etiquitte and burning of human waste.

3rd Day: ATV trip to Wasilla to Palin residence. Home cooking in Sarah's kitchen, sit around sing along in front of fireplace. Opportunity to chew the fat , help gut a bear and do laundry.

4th Day: Trip to Innuit camp for Elk hunting. Proper care of wild game including gutting, filleting, packaging and portaging back to base camp.
Cuddle with Sled Dog Puppies.
Arrive back at base camp, gather round to chew the fat.

5th & final day: Packing all smoked fish and wild game for transport home.
Sign pictures of self having a good time so ReTread will have something to look at and talk to in the coming winter. Gratuity Optional but not Likely.

Morse

Hari kari?

Better than committing Harry Worth I guess.

I once committed Harry Worth.

Bloody painful.

Shan't be doing it again in a hurry.

Regards

Skoob.

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Quote: Morse

...Ok ladies, just a slight diversion.

I have finalized our plans for our Alaskan Adventure late next August, and against my better judgement, but because I feel sorry for him, I have gone ahead and booked our landbased tours thru Refried-Retread-Rectal Tour Guide Services.

*First Night: campfire sing a long, smoors & smurfs over an open fire,
chew the fat. Casual Socialization.

*2nd Day: Wild Salmon Fishing using grenades, or as his blog states,
"Do you want to fish or just F****around." Lake Side shore dinner of salmon,
parsnips, turnip greens homemade tartar sauce. Lesson in latrine digging , proper etiquitte and burning of human waste.

3rd Day: ATV trip to Wasilla to Palin residence. Home cooking in Sarah's kitchen, sit around sing along in front of fireplace. Opportunity to chew the fat , help gut a bear and do laundry.

4th Day: Trip to Innuit camp for Elk hunting. Proper care of wild game including gutting, filleting, packaging and portaging back to base camp.
Cuddle with Sled Dog Puppies.
Arrive back at base camp, gather round to chew the fat.

5th & final day: Packing all smoked fish and wild game for transport home.
Sign pictures of self having a good time so ReTread will have something to look at and talk to in the coming winter. Gratuity Optional but not Likely.

Morse

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I'll pass. I can't speak for Lady Godiva, but I'd feel like a third wheel. You and Rfreed go ahead camping together. I'm sure you'll both have a lovely time. From what I hear, you'll only be needing the one tent.

Charpa

Good one Charpa. High five! Hey, do you think they are referring to ME everytime they mention Smurfs? If so, that's great coz it means our cunning 'plan' is working.

They'll be cooking up 'blue brains' next. You just watch. Hey, isn't that at coinkidink that we both chose BLUE avatars? No....GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE

Morse, don't know whether those writers over t'other side of the Atlantic, know what smores are.....oh, maybe they do now since Americans seem to be taking over England - not sure about Wales and Scotland though.

Flaming hell, I hope 'freed has calmed himself down by now and cleaned the doo doo off his face.

I'd love to know MORE about what he was ranting about.

LG

What was that? Great minds stink alike?
I thought you both were blue from lack of oxygen. When there is lack of oxygen to the head brain damage occurs, but there is no sense in explaining that to you.
And I am reporting Charpa to the authorities at Futurama. I know she stole one of the cyrogenically frozen brains from the show. I think it was Nixon's.
And Morse and I not only need only one tent, but only one sleeping bag as well.
But I have to cancel the day where the Inuits show us the elk.
Inuits are only in the extreme north of Alaska and the few elk that there are are in the extreme south.
Plus I'll have to charge him for dry cleaning the sleeping bag.

Well you boys just go ahead and have some 'Broke Back Mountain' fun y'all.

LG

You can join in too.
Either as sleeping bag filler or soup.

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Quote: rfreed

You can join in too.
Either as sleeping bag filler or soup.

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Rfreed,

Your ranty stuff sucks big time. You're so busy trying to plan your big night out with Morse that you're losing your touch. Doesn't take much to sidetrack you, eh?

Just to keep you happy, though, we'll make sure we get you Smurf-themed sleeping gear. Might even throw in some Papa Smurf jammies.

Charpa

Oh boy! Oh boy!
Does it come with soup?

No, but I'll be coming after you with a log of BIG words if you don't leave the Smurfs alone.

My dog and donkey....you're a desperate man freed...maybe after your holiday you'll be back to your 'rotten insulting self' eh?

Seen your Swiss Army knife lately??


LG

That little doll face avatar of Steddyeddy freaks me out more that Birbee's photo by the way.

Cograts. Steddyeddy on being FW. Anyone started a thread for him?