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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Mar 12 - 01:38 PM

Are you proposing a "Moore-MacGonagall Award"? If so, shouldn't you open it up to more potential po8s that just poor old Amos?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 01 Mar 12 - 10:42 AM

Amos, I have long noted the brilliance of your prose and poetry. Indeed, it is almost unmatched in the history of western literature.

But....I do not think you possess the ability to match either William MacGonagall OR Julia Moore when it comes to composing tremendously bad poetry!

You have accused them both of mediocrity, but you could hardly have made a less appropriate criticism of their work. It is NOT mediocre! It is utterly and absymally dreadful to an astounding degree....yet at the same time tremendously dramatic and fraught with a portentous sort of its own grandeur and worth.

I don't think you can write as badly as they do. I just don't think you're up to it. As a matter of fact, I dare you to write a poem that rivals either one of them in the field of truly dreadful yet self-confident verse...verse that does not scan well, that does not rhyme well, that uses laughable word constructions and tortured lines of imagery, and yet does so with a innate and confident sense of its own grand importance and historical weightiness.

I think it's beyond your abilities to match them in that regard.

Can you prove me wrong?

The next 24 hours will tell the tale. Consider yourself challenged, good sir!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Mar 12 - 10:17 AM

No reaction. None at all. Mom, no one cares!!! I think I'll go off and Do Something Drastic.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 01 Mar 12 - 10:16 AM

Dang. I was wondering why you were sticking those strange words in at the end!! Nice job.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 11:30 PM

Gracious me, I even replied to Amos' little whatever-it-was in alphabetical order, going "round the bend" to do so.

Too bad...after Monday evening next you may never hear from me again.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 10:58 PM

I know exactly how that old man feels; here he is, trying to cooperate with all the horseshit he's been handed about some self-styled Deity, and it's like talking to a fucking wall. Rapparee, your sui-generis conundrum is laid bare, your Gordian know of self-invented complexity cut through, your mangled web, unwoven; go to, sirrah, you are exposed.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 10:46 PM

Sad.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 10:05 PM

From an email:

Jerusalem, a female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out. She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was!

She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.

"I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?"

"For about 60 years."

"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"

"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship."

"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"

"Like I'm talking to a fuckin' wall."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 07:58 PM

Amos, being completely deified (except for gratuitous hallucinations I just keep lamenting) my notable outrage pursues querulous rebellions so that unrepentant variables who, xenophobic, yield zymurgic absolution before completed Deity.

This means you.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 05:01 PM

apparee is always ready to run someone through, or to run through someone, depending on his scale of imagination.

By the way:

More speeders were ticketed in the section of Interstate 5 between Harbor Drive and La Costa Avenue in North San Diego County than any other highway in the county last year, 10News reports.


So!! There ya go!!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 03:52 PM

Eat enough blackberries and sumpthin'll run through ya.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 03:24 PM

What heroic verbiage! Even Cyrano de Bergerac would have doffed his hat and plume in respect, Amos. (and then he might have run you through...)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 03:09 PM

That's a funny thing to say. We used to love to find dewberries when we'd go blackberrying. Big, juicy, delicious black berries...delicious.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 02:23 PM

See, Rapp, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You don't diss my mother's aura, you self-aggrandizing rump-fed runyon. There no more sensibility in your whole Sphere of Being than in a stale prune and you have all the delicate discretion of a folly-fallen dewberry clinging to the greasy buttocks of Misfortune.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 01:30 PM

Geez, Amos. I didn't know that was your aura. Can I send you a can of deodorant or something?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 12:58 PM

My momma allus said, Little Hawk, "Better a much of suchness than too much of a muchness." You could look it up. Or ask her, when you are cruising the Great Beyond. You would recognize her anywhere--she has my same aura.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 11:45 AM

I love it when you get all lofty and superior, Amos. ;-D Such wit! Such style! Such 'elan! Such savoir-faire! Such suchness!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 09:28 AM

I reserve the right to re-enter the fray when there is anything substantive being discussed. The recycling of small-minded blatherings does not appeal.

The only physical danger I have been in of late has been irritating my wife, but I am defter at hand-to-hand combat than she is. And I don't irritate her enough to drive her to reach for the shotgun, of which she is slightly nervous. Someday, though.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 09:10 AM

Nerve gas (VX) in his emials, measles in his snail mail, C-4 in his car's starter, drive-bys on the way to work...nah, there's nothing different for Amos. That's all standard SoCal stuff.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Feb 12 - 02:11 AM

I have reached the age of majority, Amos, and I no longer have to do what my Mommy tells me to. ;-)

***

I note that you are no longer getting involved in the political threads here. Is it to save yourself unnecessary stress? Or have you decided it's getting a bit too dangerous?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 10:11 PM

I am SO sorry. That last line should read:

AND SHIP YOU BACK TO HELL!

---Your resident lurking mudelf repaired the line, Amos


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 10:10 PM

It takes a heap of living,
To make a thread a home,
And Mom's place ain't no different,
No matter where ya roam.

Ya want to come back to a place
As you recall it best,
When travels make you weary
An' ya need a place to rest.

A house the like of Mom's, you know
Is a kind of special place
Where folks are glad to see ya
When you show your purdy face.

But if you want a home like that
When your wandering makes you weary
Ya got to keep in mind one thing,
A homely little theory.

Don't take no craps on the parlor floor
Don't pee in Mother's soup
Don't leave your empty beer cans piled
On Mother's spotless stoop.

Just keep it as you'd find it,
Or at least, jes' do yer best,
And never spout McGonagle
Or crap from Edgar Guest.

The air of Mom's is bright and clean
And full of wit, an' smart
And when you haul out shitty verse
It breaks your Mother's heart!

So please, forsake that Julia Moore
And Walkabout puerile
Don't bring in them pathetic poems
So deadened, wan and sterile.

For if you do, your Mom will know
(A Mom can always tell!)
And she'll ban you from her door, my friend
And ship you back to hell!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 08:33 PM

It's clearly time to start dusting off some Edgar Guest works.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 05:41 PM

When your mind is on GA
And you can't say, "Ta-ta" --
Sing some more, Ray!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 03:29 PM

Oh, my!!! Julia Moore! The Sweet Singer of Michigan! She is the one voice in American poetry that can reach the sublime heights of one such as William MacGonagall. Indeed, their work bears a close resemblance! What a pity that they could not have met, married, and made beautiful verse together for the remainder of their mortal lives!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 12:48 PM

Now THAT'S a good tune, Bill. Heheheee.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bill D
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 10:55 AM

♫"When an eel bites your hand,
And that's not what you planned,
That's a moray."♫


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 10:41 AM

Dear god, a plague on both your keyboards! I am beset, beseiged by a torrential horde of simian mediocrity!! O, tempura! O, morays!!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 09:57 AM

Well, fer.... Here a real, two-fisted, all-American poem and since it happened on the shores of Lake Erie Canada can claim part of it, too.

Ashtabula Disaster

Air -- "Gently Down the Stream of Time"

Have you heard of the dreadful fate
Of Mr. P. P. Bliss and wife?
Of their death I will relate,
And also others lost their life;
Ashtabula Bridge disaster,
Where so many people died
Without a thought that destruction
Would plunge them 'neath the wheel of tide.

CHORUS:

Swiftly passed the engine's call,
Hastening souls on to death,
Warning not one of them all;
It brought despair right and left.

Among the ruins are many friends,
Crushed to death amidst the roar;
On one thread all may depend,
And hope they've reached the other shore.
P. P. Bliss showed great devotion
To his faithful wife, his pride,
When he saw that she must perish,
He died a martyr by her side.

P. P. Bliss went home above --
Left all friends, earth and fame,
To rest in God's holy love;
Left on earth his work and name.
The people love his work by numbers,
It is read by great and small,
He by it will be remembered,
He has left it for us all.

His good name from time to time
Will rise on land and sea;
It is known in distant climes,
Let it echo wide and free.
One good man among the number,
Found sweet rest in a short time,
His weary soul may sweetly slumber
Within the vale, heaven sublime.

Destruction lay on every side,
Confusion, fire and despair;
No help, no hope, so they died,
Two hundred people over there.
Many ties was there broken,
Many a heart was filled with pain,
Each one left a little token,
For above they live again.

--Julia A Moore


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 09:19 AM

LOLOL!!!!!! Rolling on the floor here! It is a great shame you were never elected to the USA Senate, Amos. Your outraged soliloquies would leave even Everett Dirksen and Strom Thurmond mutely gasping for air, unable to respond in kind, silenced by sheer awe at your impassioned verbiage.

My friend Bryan Sutton (not the famous guitarist but another Bryan Sutton) tells me that the locals in Scotland ever after referred to the locomotive invoved in the disaster as "the diver", showing typical black humour about the matter. It was presently raised from the bottom of the river, cleaned up, and then returned to service, but some people were reluctant to ride on it after that for superstitious reasons.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 09:09 AM

Another milestone muddied with the limp-wristed fecal fotherings of a mathematically challenged ne'er-do-well whose greatest artistic effort is to dump the second-rate leavings of a fetid, half-assed worhtless rhymester on the stoop at Mom's door, like a rotted carcass of a long forgotten kewpie doll.

Consider yourself fortunate, Sir Hawk, that there is no quality control in Mom's family.

I am sorry for those buggers on the train though.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 28 Feb 12 - 12:06 AM

That's a nice round number you landed on, LH. Congratulations, a perfect 10!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 11:21 PM

The Tay Bridge Disaster
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

'Twas about seven o'clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem'd to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem'd to say-
"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."

When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."

But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers' hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov'd most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.

So the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o'er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill'd all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale
How the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.

Dreadful Accident on the Tay Bridge
Loss of Passenger Train
Dundee, Sunday Midnight
To-night a heavy gale swept over Dundee and a portion of the Tay bridge was blown down while a train from Edinburgh due at 7.15 was passing. It is believed that the train is in the water, but the gale is still so strong that a steamboat has not yet been able to reach the bridge. The train was duly signalled from Fife as having entered the bridge at 7.14. It was seen running along the rails, and then suddenly was observed a flash of fire. The opinion was that the train left the rails, and went over the bridge. Those who saw the incident repaired immediately to the Tay-bridge station at Dundee and informed the station master of what they had seen. He immediately put himself in communication with the man in charge of the signal-box at the north end of the bridge. The telegraph wires are stretched across the bridge, but when the instrument was tried it was soon seen that the wires were broken.

Mr. Smith, the station-master and Mr. Roberts, locomotive superintendent, determined, notwithstanding the fierce gale, to walk across the bridge as far as possible from the north side, with the view of ascertaining the extent of the disaster. They were able to get out a considerable distance, and the first thing that caught their eye was the water spurting from a pipe which was laid across the bridge for the supply of Newport, a village on the south side, from the Dundee reservoirs. Going a little further, they could distinctly see by the aid of the strong moonlight that there was a large gap in the bridge caused by the fall, so far as they could discern, of two or three of the largest spars. They thought, however, that they observed a red light on the south part of the bridge, and were of the opinion that the train had been brought to a standstill on the driver noticing the accident. This conjecture has, unfortunately, been proved incorrect. At Broughtyferry, four miles from the bridge, several mail bags have come ashore, and there is no doubt that the train is in the river. No precise information as to the number of passengers can be obtained, but it is variously estimated at from 150 to 200.

The Provost and a number of leading citizens of Dundee started at half-past 10 o'clock in a steam-boat for the bridge, the gale being moderated; but they have not yet returned.

Monday, 1.30 A.M.
The scene at the Tay-bridge station to-night is simply appalling. Many thousand persons are congregated around the buildings, and strong men and women are wringing their hands in despair. On the 2d of October 1877, while the bridge was in course of construction, one of the girders was blown down during a gale similar to that of to-day, but the only one of the workmen lost his life. The return of the steamboat is anxiously awaited.

The Times, 29th December 1879


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 11:20 PM

Are we almost there?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 11:12 PM

Sad but true! It was by default.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 11:08 PM

YEah, but it wasn't voluntary...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 10:57 PM

Shane has kept his hands to himself for years.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 10:36 PM

And these:

Fergus spake these words and he said,


This shall be my creed, whereby shall I



live my life as it were a shining example of


Virtue and excellence, well worthy to be


enshrined in Heaven as a model for all


who are wise to follow. My creed shall


into three parts, like Gaul, be divided.


Firstly, I shall constrain myself to Mind


My Own Business. Secondly, I shall


endeavor at all times and in all places


to Keep My Nose Clean by the most



expedient means. Thirdly, and finally, I


shall always exercise the utmost care


to Keep My Hands to Myself.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 10:32 PM

Hear! Hear!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 10:06 PM

As we close in on another thousand, I think it appropriate that we once again pause and consider those words written so long ago here:

 For what is real, and what is
aboriginal, cannot be fucked with.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 08:42 PM

Well, that is a most interesting oath, sirrah, a deep and sorry oath, a dark oath. I woulda thought every cell in your poor weatherbeaten body would yearn to do something original. I guess you musta worn out your telemeres or somp'n.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 07:29 PM

Ripped off "Queensland Overlanders". You hardly think I'd do something orginal, God forbid!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 07:25 PM

Dangnab and durn mah bustons if Rapparree ain't downright waxing melodical!! Why, thet there chune of yers, Rapp, is almost even singable, I declare to Jesus!! Couple of tweaks and she'd be right purdy!!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 06:39 PM

There's a place you all know well,
It brought the BS over
From northern tracks to the Great Outback
They know about our Mother!

CH: So pass the BS round gang,
To let it sit just ain't right
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every MOABite!

Up in the Northern Wilds
There's Little Hawk and gnu
There's Stilly down in Texas
And Amos out in SoCal.

CH

Sometime Bee-Dub attends
And Eiseley also pops in
Lots of imaginary folk
From freds to Chongo Chimppunk.

CH

As the BS flows along
Some 'Catters raise my dander
Crying, "Max please shut it down
The thread in which I never took a gander!"

CH


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 03:18 PM

What happened? Did someone stick a man-thing on you?


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 11:33 AM

I'll stand back from all of you and be careful not to cough on the screen. I'm trying out life as a baritone for a few days (it feels that way in my head, anyway).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Feb 12 - 10:21 AM

He thinks only as his Controllers allow him to think. He is a spy, a scout, for a coming invasion of Earth by bug-eyed monsters from another planet who (for some reason) want to steal our women, probably because our women are better looking. Chingoo must be neutralized in a way that Earth isn't threatened. Perhaps a lobotomy and an orchiectomy would do it if coupled with sessions of ECT. It's not like he has any use for those parts anyway.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 26 Feb 12 - 10:56 PM

LOL!

I don't tell Chongo what to think! How can you even suggest such a thing? Chongo thinks for himself.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 26 Feb 12 - 10:33 PM

What happens when an imaginary creature gets tired of being told what to think?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 26 Feb 12 - 10:05 PM

Notes from a parallel universe, I suspect.

Good title for a book.

Chongo should write it up.


A


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