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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

gnu 24 Oct 10 - 07:19 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 07:19 PM

Trench me! Move it!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 07:06 PM

Rockhead jsut parked his new vehicle up at the Legion Hovel and he's muttering something about "free beer OR ELSE!"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 06:51 PM

Here's a link to the webcams operated by the Icelandic Meteorological Office. Besides those in the table on the left there is a list of "other webcams" in the middle of the main frame.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 03:59 PM

Some bureaucrat probably thought the cost of film was excessive.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 02:55 PM

For those who can never get enough of looking at everyone else's corner of the world, a clever tip from my son via Facebook: drop inurl:/view/index.shtml into a Google search bar and have hours of viewing cams (or dead links) around the world.

I've been sad ever since the BLM in Fairbanks stopped pointing a camera at the river across a parking lot behind their office. It was interesting to see how deep the snow, if any critters came through, what the river was doing, etc. I'd love to find one for another spot like that.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 12:38 PM

LOL!!! Boy, is that ever lousy Spanish...but the meaning is still quite clear.

I think what you should have said, though, was something more like, "Hola, senorita. Yo necesito una puta muy pronto. Cuanto cuesta una noche contigo? Yo tengo cojones como un gran caballo."

Her hermanos would have REALLY stomped you! ;-D


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 11:09 AM

Hola, senorita. Como mucho por la noche?

I once used that to say hello to a young lady, just like my youngest brother (the linguist, and a cunning one at that) taught me to do.

She slapped me, and then her hermanos stomped me. I don't think it mean "Hello, miss. How are you?" like he told me it does. I'm pretty sure that I can't trust my own brothers all of the time.

I also don't think "puta" means "happy", like he said it does.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 10:14 AM

How DARE you leave the USA and get dental treatment in Mexico!!! Shocking! Are you some kind of traitor or subversive??? Don't you believe in supporting the American medical system...the (Ha!) "best in the world" (rolling my eyes...). By God, if Sawzaw finds out that you are going to Mexico to get dental treatment, he will probably report you to Homeland Security, you damned socialist swine!

Heh! Heh! Heh! Just joking. Say "Hola" to the senoritas for me, okay?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 10:00 AM

Hi, Mom!! That boy was fun.

I had a long day Saturday--I drove down to the border and walked into TJ for a dental checkup and back again. Drove home. Got dressed up and went to the Epicoplian Church and got the sound set up for the funeral and the slideshow of pictures from the intense and colordul life of Peter Niiler. During the ceremony I was a reader. I read Ecclesiastes 1 to 13 (For every thing there is a season...) and it was good.

At the reception afterwards I sang the Parting Glass. They loved that. I did it a capella al fresca al dente di tutti capi.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 24 Oct 10 - 02:06 AM

I love the genuine pleasure this little boy had in not only standing on his little lectern and conducting, but in anticipating what was coming next. I found my self conducting along with him.

A favorite joke of my aunt's was musical in nature: a highway patrol officer pulls a vehicle over. The big cop lumbers up to the driver's window and announces "You forgot to cue in the woodwinds. Keep both hands on the wheel."

She said it happened to a friend of hers. Now it is a thing of urban legend. :)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 10:27 PM

So...now. Now it can be told. And it should be told. But I ain't a-gonna do it.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 05:54 PM

I find his timing a tad off and it's a tribute to the horns that they continued execution even when he directed percussion to play through their triumph.

It's hard to get good help these days.

Of course, it's priceless... wonderful... thanks for posting it. It made me smile a lot.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 04:48 PM

Or pick it!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 03:05 PM

I sent that URL to the conductor of the local symphony -- Eiseley knows who I mean.

I must say, I've rarely seen a conductor wipe his nose on his sleeve during a performance.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 02:50 PM

I posted this in a thread above the line, but I know MOM never goes up there, so I'm posting it here so she'll see it. 3-year-old conducts 4th mvt, Beethoven's Fifth.

Isn't this just a delight? This little guy doesn't just know this music, he loves it! (And don't you wish the conductor would roll around at the end of the piece?)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 01:45 PM

The Lone Ranger was called that because he was the sole survivor of a patrol of Texas Rangers sent out to capture the Cavendish Gang. He was found by Tonto, an Apache he'd befriended as a child. Tonto nursed him back to health in an old silver mine, from which the LR got the metal for his famous silver bullets. A number of years later, Tonto found out what his name meant in English and shot his Faithful White Man Companion, sold the big white stallion to a circus, mined out the silver mine and sold it after salting it, and retired to Malibu where he spent the rest of his days harassing surfers and other non-intelligent sea life.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 12:56 PM

Them there Texas Rangers sound like a serious bunch. I mean, if they spend a lotta time on the dusty range in the saddle I'll bet they have little to smile about.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 12:49 PM

Any time the Yankees get trounced is a good time! ;-D


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 11:28 AM

It's an anti-humor contest. It's proper name is the World Serious. Teams of sombre poker-faced people try and glower each other into submission, with points lost if you crack a smile or show a twinkle.

Congratulations to the Texas Rangers, indeed. No smilin' now!! You're going to the World Serious!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 07:36 AM

What is this "World Series" thing? Is it some journal publication? A television show, perhaps? Is it seen or read all over the planet? Why would it come to a small town in Texas?

Inquiring minds want to know.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 01:30 AM

MOM! Wake up a minute. It slipped my mind earlier, but I forgot to tell you, the team that plays just up the street from where I work won a big baseball game tonight. They're going to be playing the World Series here.

Oy. I thought parking was tough before. . .


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 23 Oct 10 - 12:33 AM

Sorry, some of us have been working.

What kind of tea are you offering MOM? Some kind of Friday night special?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 09:34 PM

Mom, I have to do everything around here, don't I? Well, you sit right there and sip this nice cup of "tea". It's that special "tea" you like so much -- from that nice Tom Bulleit. And have some of this Black Forest Torte you like so much; it's got fresh raspberry filling.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 02:09 PM

Explosives will raise the roof...I'll be careful, too.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 11:50 AM

Raising the roof sounds like a good task.


Poof!

There you go! Build away!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 11:25 AM

Oooh, yes!!!

It got so rainy and chilly here I started wearing shoes with

GREEN SOCKS

.

They kept me cozy all day.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 11:12 AM

Raise high the roof beam, carpenters!

I just stopped by Great Harvest Bread Store for some delicious morning treats, Mom. Would you like a flaky peach-filled pastry first or the cinnamon roll twist?

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 10:25 AM

If you could raise the roof beam we could probably build in a whole dormitory for visiting Sibs...


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Oct 10 - 10:24 AM

I need a sleep sofa moved to the basement, if you'd like to do it.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 11:03 PM

Sorry I haven't checked in much today, MOM. I've been moving furniture. Anything you need moved here in the house, while I'm still in the mood?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 10:31 PM

I knew what you were after there, Amos, but I couldn't resist the opportunity for some serious philosophical musings, that's all. ;-)

Yes, I remember the radio show you allude to: "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 09:21 PM

I've always liked the Egyptian method of determining your place in the Afterlife:

After undertaking the perilous journey through the underworld the deceased would face his day of judgement at the Hall of the Two Truths. The god of the dead, Anubis, would lead the dead to the Hall of Two Truths, where the deceased would stand in front of forty two judges and gods. The deceased was led to a set of scales where his or her heart, containing the deeds of their lifetime, was weighed against the feather of truth, which symbolised Maat the goddess of justice. The fate of the deceased would then be decided - either entrance into the perfect afterlife or to be sent to the Devourer of the Dead - the Great Swallower. If the deceased passed the test the judges in the Hall of the Two Truths pronounced the following divine order:

"He is justified. The Swallowing Monster shall have no power over him."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 09:16 PM

I'm sorry--I thought you would recognize the cultural cliche. You're supposed to say "The SHADOW do!"


That's what happens when humor gets rarified by the passage of time, and too few remain who recognize the referents. All of a sudden the joke isn't funny anymore!!

There was a time when even the phrase "A traveling salesman..." would bring a laugh. Now, likely as not someone will ask, "what's that??".


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 09:04 PM

I agree, LH.

Thank you for sharing your story, Mike. It's beautiful.

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 08:34 PM

I'm not sure, Amos, but let's look for the good in the hearts of men instead. ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 08:08 PM

Tsumimono ya
nakute jodo e
tsuki no fune.




(Cargoless,
bound heavenward,
ship of the moon.)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 08:06 PM

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

Yes or no.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 02:06 PM

Indeed it is!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 10:05 AM

Just the very thing. World class material.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 21 Oct 10 - 09:33 AM

Okay, it's close enough...
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Well, yeah. They gave me the Silver Star. But I left it at the Wall. I was trying to give it back to the guy who earned it. I guess it's in the Smithsonian or somewhere, where ever it is that they keep the stuff guys leave at the Wall.
    See, it was like this. Me and Charlie Edelson enlisted together -- we went in on the "Buddy Plan" and the Army said that we'd be training together and all. And we did. We went through Basic together, down at Fort Knox, and we went through AIT at Ft. Benning to learn to be in the infantry. And when that was done we went to Jump School together, too, and learned to jump out of perfectly good airplanes. All along it was me and Charlie, Charlie and me. We were like brothers or something.
    Anyway, after Jump School the Army decided that they needed a couple more grunts in the Nam and Charlie and me got our orders.
    We had a couple of weeks of leave at home, but neither me or Charlie really enjoyed it much. I mean, you know that it's gonna end and that something awful might be waiting.
    So we reported to Ft. Lewis like we were supposed to and only a couple of days later we got in a big silver bird and were on our way.
    The heat at Tan Son Nhut airport was like a blast furnace when they opened the door. We didn't get to think much about it, 'cause they had us off the plane and into trucks and buses double quick. Before we knew what was going on, me and Charlie had been assigned to different units. He was sent down to the Delta and I was sent up North to 156th Airborne Brigade.   
    Oh yeah. We told the folks at the replacement depot that we'd enlisted on the Buddy Plan and that we were supposed to serve together. I think that that might have been the best laugh they had that day. Then a Captain told us that the "Buddy Plan" only applied to training, and training was over.
    When you don't have any choice you just eat what's served. Charlie went South and I went North.
    We wrote back and forth, and we met a couple of times in Saigon and once in Cu Chi and had some beers and talked. Charlie was doin' just what I was: grunt stuff out in the bush.
    Then one day, after I'd been in country for about six months, I got a letter from Charlie's mom. Charlie had gotten himself greased -- he'd tripped a booby trap when he'd been walking point and he came home in pieces. Not that Mrs. Edelson said it that way; she just said that Charlie had been killed on patrol and that she knew that I'd like to know. I found out what happened later from some other grunts who had known Charlie.
    So I was kind of down for a couple of months, but by Tet '68 I was gettin' short and Charlie Edelson was a memory.    Then Charlie -- Victor Charlie -- stomped all over us and I got a Purple Heart and the Silver Star I didn't earn.
    It was like this. We were out on patrol, and the Six -- that is, the CO, Captain Walters -- and the First Sergeant and all of the HQ folks were out with us, 'cause it was supposed to be a skate. Well, it was to start with.
    The Captain and the First had been cadre at the Jump School at Benning and they had the idea that everything in the bush had to be done the Benning Way. Now, lots of that is fine but some of it can get you killed in the bush when people are shooting real bullets at you and doing their very, very best to hurt you instead of you hurting them. Like, the Captain insisted that we carry our gas masks on patrol -- but only one canteen of water! And we couldn't roll our shirt sleeves up, much less take our shirts off! But most importantly, he only let us carry the "basic load" of ammo.
    See, usually we'd carry ever piece of ammo we could carry. Ammo and water and food and insect repellent -- I mean, it got really basic out there. But not when the CP staff were with us! Nope! Four grenades, eighty rounds in magazines and twenty more in the rifle -- that sort of thing. Stuff that could get you killed.
    But like I say, the patrol started as a skate. We were bedding down no later than 1600 each day, diggin' holes and makin' bunkers, pullin' guard duty and listening posts just like we were back at Benning. And all the time the Top and the Old Man riding you for dusty boots or a limp uniform. It was a skate, but not a happy one.
    Then Charlie pulled the cork and it really hit the fan!
    We were humpin', following the Captain's route, and we were crossing a clearing when the point went down from a 12.7 mm machine gun.   Then a bunch of mortar rounds chewed up the rear and those of us in the middle were cut off.
    See, that was Charlie's plan: cut off the point, cut the middle of the column off from the rear, shoot up the rear and finish off the center whenever they wanted. Naturally the Captain, the First Sergeant, the RTO and the machine gunner were taken out first.
    Me? I was about four people behind the Captain and saw him go down with what seemed to be about a hundred bullets in him. It was a quick look, too, 'cause I was trying at the same time to dig a really, really deep hole to get into and pull over me.
    Then the mortars started on us and I felt something tear my legs up and rip my helmet off my head.
    I was shooting back, of course. Everyone still able to was shooting back. But we had been there for a while and nobody had any delusions about our chances. We were in it really, really deep, and it wasn't a hole!   There was little chance that we were going to get out of this alive, and we knew it.
    I remember that I noticed that the radio was still working, and I remember that I thought that somebody had better call for help. I was closest, so it was up to me, and I crawled to it, pulling myself along by my elbows -- my legs weren't working very well at all right then.
    Then a piece of metal hit my head and the next thing I knew I was in the hospital back at Quai Nhon.
    The Colonel came in about a day later and told me that I'd saved the patrol and possibly LZ Furrow, where the 156th was headquartered, and that I was in for a medal.
    Well, I asked him what I'd done and he told me. It seems that I had called in one of the pre-planned artillery barrages that Captain Walters had arranged for before the patrol. It was just the right one, too, for it had messed up Charlie's troops bad while it had saved our skins from being cut to shreds.
    In fact, the Colonel had wanted me to get the Medal of Honor, but there weren't enough witnesses.
    I told him that I hadn't done anything of the sort.
    I guess I got kind of wild about it, too, 'cause he said quietly that I was to come to see him when I out of the hospital and he left and a medic came in then and gave me a shot and that was all I knew for a while.
    Anyway, time went on and I was going to be transferred to a hospital in Japan. I asked the Doctor if I could go see the Colonel before I left, 'cause the Colonel had asked me to, and he said it was okay. So I did.
    The Colonel didn't make me salute or stand at attention. Shucks, I probably couldn't have done it if I had to. Instead he pulled up a chair and told the Sergeant Major to get me a beer -- a cold beer -- and that I could smoke if I wanted to and would I like one of his cigarettes?
    I told him that I'd recently given up the habit and he chuckled. Then he told me that I really was a hero and I disagreed again. And then he told me that he could prove it, because he had taped the radio traffic and he had me on tape. And he played it for me.
    It was a weird, really weird experience. I could hear the "Whump!" of the mortars hitting and the shots and the yelling and all, just like it had been. And then there was the sound of the microphone being fumbled with and then, really, really faintly, just on the edge of hearing, I heard
    "Stone Eight Six, Stone Eight Six, Stone Three One . . . our Six is down . . . Top too . . . it's bad . . . we need . . . arty . . . fire Mike Mike Two Three . . . hurt bad . . .
Mike Mike Two Three . . . fire it now . . . tell Momsy I love her . . . ."
    "You see?" said the Colonel. "Concentration MM23 was preplanned fire. You were found with the microphone in your hand. You were badly hurt. Obviously, although you don't remember it, you called Stone Eight Six -- we here at HQ -- and used your radio call sign, Stone Three One. You asked for the supporting fire, we could hear the problem, and we delivered. Son, because of your actions only five were killed and twelve wounded -- and you were the worst! Basically, your actions saved your company. You deserve a lot more than a Silver Star and the thanks of everyone involved!"
    I couldn't say anything. You see, I couldn't tell him that I had no idea of what the preplanned fires had been because Captain Walters never had told us. And I really could not tell the Colonel that I never, ever called my mother "Momsy" -- but that Charlie Edelson always had, and that it was his voice on the tape.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 10:19 PM

Gnu, remind me to post my Vietnam story as it gets closer to Hallowe'en.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 08:16 PM

That's a lovely tale, Little Hawk!! That was a genuine Scheisskopf he rounded up there!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 07:03 PM

Rap... riveting. More... yes please.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 06:53 PM

I don't do body counts, Amos. Unless I've personally caused the count. My score is lower than either, but I'm just one person. I've counted some bodies, sure, but nothing like they did outside Ilium. And I don't count corpses, either. Gotta be alive to be counted. Some folks don't count because while they're breathing they are actually not alive...you know who I mean.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 06:43 PM

More like Greeks 3, 298, Trojans 3, 297, ya?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 06:39 PM

You want I should do more? I can, you know. Besides, remember the score at Ilium: Greeks 1, Trojans 0.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 05:17 PM

More war stories. One day my father came upon a German soldier in the forest who had his pants down and was sitting on a fallen log emptying his bowels!

He pointed his gun at the German. The German raised his hands slowly and said, nervously, "Do you mind if I finish?"

"Go right ahead," my father said, keeping a very close eye on him.

The German finished, pulled his pants up with obvious relief, and went quietly back to the allied lines to be handed over for questioning. My father said that guy was looking happier with each passing minute, realizing that he'd just managed to get out of the war alive.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 04:37 PM

Please go to the doctor, MMario.

My folks just left after a nice visit in which my father brought up his telescope and pointed out astronomical wonders to about 30 high school students. He agreed with you, Rapaire, and urged me to join up with the Greeks. He also mentioned your call. Thanks for ganging up on me! I'm glad to have such good friends on my team.

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 12:42 PM

Ah, yes, the "Lab" work (even if it isn't a Labrador retriever). My cathoula mix gave me a hard shot to the crotch, insisting she needed to let me know something was wrong a couple of days before that bladder infection hit me full force. It's smart to pay attention to them. Most of the time.

Last night at 3am they were insistent that the invader in the yard be dealt with. BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! tandem messaging to the neighborhood. I slogged across the wet lawn with my pistol-grip million candle flashlight to see a smallish (2-3 pound) possum looking a little mussed up and with an odd short tail perched on the stockade fence. Yes, I'm a naturalist, but I was tired at 3am, so I reached out with my flashlight and pushed him off the fence into the next door neighbor's yard. Problem solved. We all went back to bed. Bugger probably climbed out over another part of her fence.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 20 Oct 10 - 12:16 PM

Hi again Mom!
The Tuxedo Panther (28 lb american shorthair)is a diagnostician; normally he tells me when I am ill. This past two weeks he's been almost as cuddly with me as he is when I am sick ("normal" behavior for him with me is ignore me unless his food dish needs filling).

I put this down to his person (My brother-i-law) being in Italy with my sister. But they got home last night - and the cat followed me to bed; slept on the bed almost all night and next to it the remainder of the night. Followed me when I got up...

He didn't keep watch in the bathroom though (when I am sick he tends to sit on my feet as I sit on the throne) and didn't hover anxiously when I went out the door.

So hopefully the cuddling last night was just him being ticked off at the b-i-l.


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