Hee hee HOO HAH!! / Vell denks Gott for large favors, BeaDoob; and here ya had us just putrified dat yez *would* up'n post, for to obligatto us all to cornfront yer indecipherabule bullderdash. Again. Aaah just kidding; you're too cool yourself tonight. Nun the less, we do appreciate your forebearance. If not your forebears. O thou descendant of an imburebread Weimaraner, you better keep your clothes on tomorrow or we'll getchya by them blue shorthairs. Nothing personal you understand, this is a Nice thread. (Or was it Marseillaise? *Mayo*naise?? God help us.) Oh & btw, we heard you were spotted naked in the woods. Waltzing with fourbears. Wa-wa, wa-waaaa...

But this is unmitigated Drift, not to mention naked Creep (and who IS that guy anyway?) As to the thread Topic above, fact is, many years ago I was spotted in the seminude, blowing me Shofar at moondown of a Sukkoth mornin' while perched atop Old Derry's Walls. This attracted the simultaneous attentions of the RUC and the Shin Bet. I told 'em I Fein would lie doon & sho far, sho good, fellers; but they said Yeah we'll just Bet and took a very poor view indeed. The only thing that saved me from the Haitch-blocks of Haifa, and that just by the blue shorthairs of my chinnychin-sinn, was the sudden serendipidous beamdown of Lord Shatner Himself, who made the head peeler, a boyo named Uncle Max, an Offer he couldna refuse: that if they'd let me go this time, they could secretly watch Catspaw blowing his own Horn for Peace. Now whether this constitutes Sex depends on what your definition of His, is; but in any event it was the origin of both the Peep-of-Day Oys, and Portnoy's Red Hand Defenders League.

And that's the cruel reason why I left Mujahadeen.