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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

GUEST,Chongo Chimp 04 Jun 12 - 12:51 PM
Acme 04 Jun 12 - 12:32 PM
Amos 04 Jun 12 - 11:12 AM
Rapparee 04 Jun 12 - 10:18 AM
Little Hawk 04 Jun 12 - 10:07 AM
Amos 04 Jun 12 - 09:50 AM
Rapparee 04 Jun 12 - 12:06 AM
Amos 04 Jun 12 - 12:04 AM
Little Hawk 03 Jun 12 - 09:47 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 12:51 PM

I was the great Rampus in another life. You guys probably don't know about Rampus. He was a great leader of Chimps 25,000 years ago. He founded a Chimpanzee empire all over West and Central Africa, drove the gorillas to the East, and held off all human attempts at encroachment upon the Greater Chimpanzee Realm. Chimps ran everything and it was like a paradise for nearly 50 years. But Rampus fell prey to pride and greed and equipped himself with a huge palace and a harem of 888 Chimpettes, the prettiest gal Chimps in the Realm. This led to much resentment from other members of the rulin' class. One night a band of 88 conspirators surprised Rampus in the boudoir and beat his head in with clubs and rocks. The Empire soon fractured into numerous factions and fell apart totally in the decades that followed, but it is still spoke of in legend.

If I had not fallen prey to temptation and the lures of the flesh, I believe that Empire would have lasted at least 10,000 years. Maybe even to the present day! Too bad. Think how much better off Africa would be.

Well, but it was a lotta fun while it lasted. Ook! Ook!

And I have learned my lesson. It's strictly one gal pal at a time now fer this Chimp, and no one can say I live in a palace.

- Chongo


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 12:32 PM

MOM was sweeping the porch this morning and singing this one to herself:

One day I was walking, I heard a complaining
And saw an old woman the picture of gloom
She gazed at the mud on her doorstep ('twas raining)
And this was her song as she wielded her broom

Life is a trial and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as I would wish it to be.

There's too much of worriment goes to a bonnet
There's too much of ironing goes to a shirt
There's nothing that pays for the time you waste on it
There's nothing that lasts us but trouble and dirt.

CHORUS

In March it is mud, it is slush in December
The midsummer breezes are loaded with dust
In fall the leaves litter, in muddy September
The wall paper rots and the candlesticks rust

CHORUS

There are worms on the cherries and slugs on the roses
And ants in the sugar and mice in the pies
The rubbish of spiders no mortal supposes
And ravaging roaches and damaging flies

CHORUS

It's sweeping at six and it's dusting at seven
It's victuals at eight and it's dishes at nine
It's potting and panning form ten to eleven
We scarce break our fast till we plan how to dine

CHORUS

With grease and with grime from corner to center
Forever at war and forever alert
No rest for a day lest the enemy enter
I spend my whole life in struggle with dirt

CHORUS

Last night in my dreams I was stationed forever
On a far distant isle in the midst of the sea
My one chance of life was a ceaseless endeavor
To sweep off the waves as they swept over me

Alas! Twas no dream; ahead I behold it
I see I am helpless my fate to avert
She lay down her broom, her apron she folded
She lay down and died and was buried in dirt.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 11:12 AM

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Tears,
    And sighed to see the spectres thronging through;
    But they replied, "You are the captive, you!
We have been free as air these many years."

I watched the billows beat the Adrian shore;
    Each tossed exultingly, then ceased to be;
    And one of them was you, and one was me:
But Ocean lived and thundered as before.

    The Coliseum! There at Caesar's feet,
    The gladiator bowed his pale farewell;
    But pausing there, I mused of Heaven and Hell,
And worlds dismissed to triumph or defeat.

While in the Pantheon I knelt to pray,
    With thoughts of Jove and Jesus much perplext,
A broken Hermes scoffed, "What credence next?"
    And haloed saints lamented, "Who can say?"

To find the Truth, the Truth that cannot die,
    I wandered darkling, wandered everywhere,
Until a statue, through the Grecian air,
    All beautiful, responded, "Here am I."

John W. de Forest


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 10:18 AM

You'll notice that Patton was on the losing side in that one. And he WAS there, just as he said he was. I made him lose because of his previous life as Nabonidus. And he started his "Patton" life rather poorly: as Sword-Master of the US Army he designed an excellent saber, never realizing that the day of the saber was past and the horse was fast losing ground. Then there was that slapping incident! Fortunately for him, he managed to turn himself around. By the way, he's currently reincarnated as George W. Bush.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 10:07 AM

I'm not doing any calculation at all about it, Amos, just riding out each experience as it comes.

You note my enjoyment in taking on other prospective identities, via fictional characters? Well, that's part of what arises out of the awareness that I'm not necessarily limited just to my present outward form.

Who will we be next time? We have no way of knowing that. Who were we before? Well, there are various ways of looking into that...to some extent...and I have done a little of that, but for some people it becomes an obsession to do so exhaustively, and I think that may get in the way of them dealing with the present situation and waste a good deal of their time and attention. But there are different viewpoints when it comes to that. It is definitely an interesting subject. George Patton, for instance, was campaigning in North Africa and he experienced a sort of deja vu of having been there in Roman times, as a Carthaginian soldier, and having witnessed the destruction of Carthage in the 2nd Punic War. For him it was a real memory of a previous life experience. He may have been right about that. I tend to trust such strong impressions when I experience them.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 09:50 AM

Well the crowd was getting rasty
And they murmured and they roared
They were lookin' for some action
Counting down from forty-four!

And nobody knew which way was up
On that dark and chilly day
But the bets were on the Khandu Kids
And the forty-five of Kay.

The big guys on the other side
They snarled and piled it on,
One of our boys got a broken arm,
Our momentum weas all gone!

They blocked us running east and west
And knocked us on our asses,
And pigpiled on the quarterback
And knocled down all his passes.

So thinks were looking pretty grim
For the Khandu Kids that day,
But we weren't about to give up hope
Or the Forty Five of Kay!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 12:06 AM

He'll go around six or seven times, tops. He's still gotta spend one stage as an eel, though.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 12:04 AM

How many forms are you calculating on in your Big Karma Equation, aigo?


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 09:47 PM

Well, not in this form, that's for sure.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 09:24 PM

Nah, I didn't create LH to be eternal.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 07:20 PM

Decent of you to acknowledge his phantasmic nature, Hawkster. FIgments come and go, but the fountainhead of all figments abideth forever.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 07:07 PM

You should hear what he says about you. ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 06:56 PM

I messed his face up good, but you can't tell. So he's as good as he ever was, the mammy-sellin', sister-jumpin' little twit.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 06:36 PM

Thanks, Rapparee for admitting that you didn't kill my phantasmal character, Chongo Chimp. I think it very unfair when people claim to have killed a phantasm which I created. I mean, look, how could they? By what means? It would be like saying you had killed Popeye or Bugs Bunny or Sherlock Holmes. It just doesn't compute. Only the author can kill the character...and sometimes the public won't even allow THAT to happen. (As in the case of Sherlock Holmes, whom Conan Doyle had killed off by plunging him into a mountain abyss with Professor Moriarty. Conan Doyle was forced by massive public pressure to resurrect him...or face the fury of an enraged readership. He gave in, and Holmes returned in the next tale.)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 06:14 PM

Then listen to the music. Be sure to turn your speakers way up, like God intended.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 06:05 PM

WEll, may be the screeds in foreign tongues is alienating some folks.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 06:01 PM

Have all absquatulated? Am I, same for Mom and Gluon, alone?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 03:22 PM

This is better set to music.

Ode An Die Freude

Freude schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium
wir betreten feuertrunken himmlische dein Heiligtum
Deine Zauber binden wieder was die Mode streng geteilt
alle Manschen werden Brüder wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt
Deine Zauber binden wieder was die Mode streng geteilt
alle Manschen werden Brüder wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt

Wem der große Wurf gelungen eines Freundes Freund zu sein
wer ein holdes Weib errungen mische seinen Jubel ein
ja, wer auch nur eine Seele sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund
und wers nie gekonnt der stehle weinent sich aus diesem bund
ja, wer auch nur eine Seele sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund
und wers nie gekonnt der stehle weinent sich aus diesem bund

Freude Freude heißt die Feder in der ewigen NaturFreude Freude treibt die Räder in der großen Weltenuhr
Blumen treibt sie aus dem Keime, Sonnen an das Virmament
ein dringtsie in Tiefen, die des Sehers Rohr nicht kennt
Blumen treibt sie aus dem Keime, Sonnen an das Virmament
ein dringtsie in Tiefen, die des Sehers Rohr nicht kennt

                --Friedrich Schiller


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

Chongooze Chimp is not dead, and I've returned the fee to the American Primate Party. Oh, the shot was accurate but you can't destroy a brain, not even a brain stem, that isn't there.

Sorry for causing all the excitement.


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

Iris

White Iris, how pure, how lovely,
Like a virgin
In her starched lawn fete dress
Iris, pallid blue, gold veined,
And as if coloured from dawn chills,
Or from the yellow-fingered touching
Of curious starlight
Purple Iris,
Streaked with amethystine memories of the night,
Health-glossed and firm are those ripe wings
Of Oriental butterflies
So in my garden
Undulating ranks of Iris,
Slimly holding their broad flat blooms
(Like tripods of incense)
Aloft towards the moist spearing
Of morning sunlight.

               --Michael Strange


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 11:10 AM

Das Veilchen

Ein Veilchen auf der Wiese stand,
gebückt in sich und unbekammt:
es war ein herzigs Veilchen

Da kam ein'junge Schäferin
mit leichten Schritt un
muntern Sinn daher,
die Wiese her un sang.

Ach! Denkt das Veilchen,
wär ich nur die schönste Blume der Natur,
ach, nur ein kleines Veilchen,
bis mich das Liebchen abgepflückt
und an dem Busen mattgedrückt,
ach nur, ach nur ein Viertel stündchen lang.

Ach, aber ach! Das Mädchen kam
un nicht in acht das Veilchen nahn,
ertrat das arme Veilchen.

Es sank un starb und freut'sich noch:
und sterb ich denn, so sterb ich doch durch sie,
auch sie, zu ihren Füßendoch.

Dar arme Veilchen!
Es war ein herzigs Veilchen!

            -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 11:07 AM

That was deafening applause.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 10:48 AM

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

          --William Wordsworth


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 11:24 PM

<<<<>>>>>


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 10:48 PM

The Rhodora
On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,        
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,        
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,        
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.        
The purple petals, fallen in the pool,                 
Made the black water with their beauty gay;        
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,        
And court the flower that cheapens his array.        
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why        
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,        
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,        
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:        
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!        
I never thought to ask, I never knew:        
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose        
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.        

                   --Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bobert
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 07:59 PM

Latest Vegas odds on Amos getting the Big One is now 7-2... He's gamin' ya'll...

B~


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 07:56 PM

Amos. Aaaaaaaaamos....

You are now entering Selectivegiveashitland.

Congratulations on your pending retirement.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 07:33 PM

Mom would be proud of me if your spiked lemonade hadn't already knocked her out. I washed both cars today. To make up for it I slept until noine in the morning!! Can you believe that? I am usually out of the house by five AM.

But my motivation has been less clarion, loess crystalline, less compelling of late. Perhaps I am entering that phase of life when the giving of a shit is no longer something one does.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 07:26 PM

Contract killer? So, what, you work for the DoD taking care of bad deals they've signed up for? Or do you specialize in pre-nups?



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 05:04 PM

Sorry, Mom. I'm back in the saddle again. Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

I do have a confession to make. For many, many years I have led a public and another life. In public a mild mannered librarian, my real job was contract killer. "Carlos the Jackal" -- nah! "Miguel El Lobo Loco." All over the world, and the President would disavow all knowledge, etc. My latest "job" was undertaken at the behest of the American Primate Party; I shall leave you to figure the reasons.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 04:25 PM

While you guys have been inside playing on your computers I put the fancy outdoor cushions on the wrought iron garden bench. MOM is contentedly sipping iced tea right now, but she asked Rap if you would pick up any kind of fancy high dollar beer you find there in the Windy City before you head back home.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 01:40 PM

"Everyone agrees--if you get a time machine, kill Hitler."

XCD


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 01:23 PM

I think I should direct your collective attention to the Crazy Horse Carving thread...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 01:18 PM

Well, *I* thought it was pretty darn good. Thanks, Rap.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 02 Jun 12 - 01:29 AM

You have no shame at all, do you? And you've tried this sort of thing before. I recall at least a couple of times when you announced the death of Shane McBride or "Shame" as you insist on calling him. Well, you're the one who has no shame. Not even a McBride's worth.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 09:31 PM

Spitzer soft point with a silver core.

Here's something to keep his passing in perspective:

Did you know????

The Goldberg Brothers - The Inventors of the Automobile Air Conditioner.

The four Goldberg brothers, Lowell, Norman, Hiram, and Maxwell, invented and developed the first automobile air-conditioner.. On July 17, 1946, the temperature in Detroit was 97 degrees.

The four brothers walked into old man Henry Ford's office and sweet-talked his secretary into telling him that four gentlemen were there with the most exciting innovation in the auto industry since the electric starter.

Henry was curious and invited them into his office. They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.

They persuaded him to get into the car, which was about 130 degrees, turned on the air    conditioner, and cooled the car off immediately.

The old man got very excited and invited them back to the office, where he offered them $3 million for the patent. The brothers refused, saying they would settle for $2 million, but they wanted the recognition by having a label, 'The Goldberg Air-Conditioner,' on the dashboard of each car in which it was installed.

Now old man Ford was more than just a little anti - Semitic, and there was no way he was going to put the Goldberg's name on two million Fords. They haggled back and forth for about two hours and finally agreed on $4 million and that just their first names would be shown.

And so to this day, all Ford air conditioners show
--Lo, Norm, Hi, and Max-- on the controls.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 07:06 PM

Was it a silver bullet? I hear that's the only way.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 06:41 PM

I'm in Chicago, in a cheap motel on Cicero Avenue.

My contract is fulfilled. Chongo Chimp is no more. .308, right between in the "Magic T."

Gorillas, baboons, lemurs, capuchins, rhesuses and all the rest are having a party. There's a conga line down the middle of traffic.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 04:36 PM

You put your first thought in,
You take your first thought out
You put your first thought in
And you shake it all about,
You do the BS Polka and you rattle up your mind,
It's the BS Polka Line! Hey!!

You put your next thought in,
You pull your next thought out,
You dip your thought in marzipan
And wave it all about,
You do the BS Polka 'til you're feeling purdy fine!
That's the BS Polka Line! Hey!!

Hey! Hey!!
Night and day!!
BS folks will polka time away!
Hey, hey!
All the time!
Do the BS Polka,
Pal o' mine!
In the BS POLKA LINE!!!


Marciano Liberate, King of the Polka Piano
Jones Beach, NEw York, August, 1948


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 03:15 PM

The field was cold, the day was cold,
It was cold as a witch's breast
When the Sons of Mom came trotting out
To stand their brutal test.
None knew if he would end up hurt
Or even be alive;
But pain, or death, they laughed them off.
They were bound for the Forty Five.

Their helmets rattled in the dusk,
As half-time came around,
The score just 49 and 9
On the hard autumnal ground.
And those who stood against the team
Were steely-eyed and gray.
They were bound to stop those Sons of Mom,
From going all the way.

In the azure sky a cold sun fell,
And the autumn snap was chill
And the boys was feeling a tad unsure
ANd they looked for help to Stilly.
And she just laughed and tossed her hair,
"I've got just one thing to say!
You haven't got much choice this time,
But to make the next of K!"

Now Rapparee wanted a roll-out stunt,
ANd Gnu swore he was wrong,
And Chongo said he could win the day
If you'd just let him go long.
Statue of Liberty! That's the play!
So swore the Man of Emms.
But we'd lost ten yards trying out that play,
So we wouldn't got here again!

Wal, the whistle blew and the huddle formed
--it was ours with a first and ten.
And Still spoke up again.
"If you boys want to leave this field,
both walking and alive,
You have one chance: do the BS dance,
And make that Forty Five.


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

44, 9 and 22
Must surely be enough for you!
Make it nine and twenty-three
If you must, Sir Rapparee.
Then, if someone adds one more
Forty-four, nine and twenty four!
If we just keep on this way
We will make the next of Kay!
But if post by post is scary,
We could try a grand Hail Mary.
That would cap this pretty song,
You go wide and I'll go long.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 08:06 AM

In a single one-word story:
Negatory! Negatory!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 01 Jun 12 - 02:47 AM

Fortyfour and nine and twenty.

Doncha kinda think that's plenty?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 May 12 - 09:23 PM

Chimp fur is best worn by chimps. Chumpgoo is an exception; on him everything looks bad.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 May 12 - 06:46 PM

I would never launch such a conflagration against Little Hawk, for what are, after all, picayune, tedious, small-minded, humdrum offenses. He deserves much less for his arrant niggling. Perhaps a couple of Diamond Kitchen Matches thrown in his general direction, no more. Or a sparkler, wrapped in chimpanzee fur for olfactory effect.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 May 12 - 05:46 PM

I was thinking the same thing, Stilly. Yup, that would probably do it.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 31 May 12 - 04:36 PM

It was an HBO nitwit who took a book and made that series, a classic "chic flick" subject matter that has its funny moments but that got old after a while.

LH, Amos, I think Rapparee would be satisfied that this would take care of all current and future animus.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 May 12 - 04:16 PM

Maybe it's called "Sex and the City", I dunno, but I am sure seeing all episodes in reverse order would torture you beyond repair, so I cancel my decree. Just don't go conflating the Williams again.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 May 12 - 10:45 AM

"Sex in the City"??? I've never seen even one episode of that show. I shudder at the thought of viewing several entire seasons! Horrifying!

I can only assume that it must have been a pretty lousy show with a name like that, but whatever Hollywood nitwit came up with the name, I bet he thought he was pretty clever. "This'll pull in the viewers, Al...Sex in the City...it's a guaranteed prime time success. Funny that no one else thought of doing it yet."

And it worked brilliantly, didn't it? I'm betting that they had a cast of 20-something bright-faced kids who had office jobs and lived in upscale apartments in New York or L.A., dressed in the latest cool styles, dated each other, and.....yawn....

Sorry. I'm just getting too bored with the whole concept to elaborate any further on it.

Rap, what do you do when you're not trying to provoke duels between your online buddies? ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 May 12 - 11:11 PM

Tea stronger than a Munich beer.
In the room the air is hazy.
In the hearth a flamelet lazy
gleams, like a butterfly on boulders.
I've overstayed – it's time to go now …
I rise; a nod, and then another,
I say good-bye without hand-thrusting,
For so demands the local custom;
I hurry down a step, and out
into a February day.
Out of the heavens, without a lull,
descends a ceaseless, two-week flow.
Isn't it true how very dull
an ancient student town can grow?


Nabokov, 1926


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