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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rustic Rebel Date: 05 May 05 - 10:29 PM It seems the Babel fish translater deems me incoherent and drunk on tequila too!......Here's what it thought I think I said.... It wishes alive the mother of all bullshit! Mother Of Happy Birthday! The celebration is right a roller in the hole of jello far! A plus tequila with cream of the bilberry and music until dawn, is what dream. P.S. Masters, I please myself to see him in a state of the so fine poetic mind! It must be Mead Rapaire of the bilberry is happening around! Works for me! So who's rolling in the blueberry jello? Oh I mean bilberry! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rustic Rebel Date: 05 May 05 - 10:18 PM ¡Desea vivo la madre de todo el bullshit! ¡Madre Del Feliz Cumpleaños! ¡La celebración es justa un rodillo en el hoyo del jello lejos! Un más tequila con crema del arándano y la música hasta amanecer, es lo que sueño. ¡cP.s. Amos, me plazco verle en un estado de la mente poético tan fino! ¡Debe ser el mead Rapaire del arándano está pasando alrededor! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Amos Date: 05 May 05 - 09:30 PM Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaahahah!! Vaya! Vaya! Andalé, Rustica!!!! Que la musica ti transporta por siempre!! Que hay musica en su vida Floricitas, luz y sol Y que sabes que te amo Con todo mi corazaon!! Su madre |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rustic Rebel Date: 05 May 05 - 09:18 PM I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! I struggled past the great breasts of the North to make the festivities! Lingering upon the nipples, longer than my ancient forefather did, while tripping on a perched perch from the blue waters, and rolling in through the door that was marked, UP, my tounge shot out an innocent, yet slightly incoherent statement.... Tequila! Por Favor! Vasto Vivar La Madre Ante Todos Toroabano!!! Rustico Rebelde is going to the bar! (Is that mariachi music I hear?) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Amos Date: 05 May 05 - 07:55 PM What a Heinleinous remark, BB!! :D A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: beardedbruce Date: 05 May 05 - 07:31 PM feeling Stone'd, Rapaire? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rapparee Date: 05 May 05 - 06:30 PM And through the door she walks: red hair, an older woman carrying herself with the bearing of one who brooks no nonsense. The blaster on her hip reinforces the idea and draws eyes to it as she walks up to the bar. "Hooch, sonny," she says to the barwench. "Huh?" is the unfortunate response. "I said, 'Hooch, sonny'," she replies, "and I mean it." Suddenly she draws the blaster and shoves the muzzle in to the bartender's face. "I'm Hazel Mead, and I would like a drink, you understand." The barkeep turns pale. Quickly she opens the charge chamber and extracts.... "Care for a cough drop?" she asks. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: jacqui.c Date: 05 May 05 - 06:24 PM Has anyone seen Seamus? He was heading toward the.... jello pit............. OOPS! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: artbrooks Date: 05 May 05 - 05:59 PM Rapper, you rat. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rapparee Date: 05 May 05 - 05:51 PM Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...blueberry mead.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: SINSULL Date: 05 May 05 - 04:27 PM heh heh...just the tiniest introduction of supersaturated sugar and BOOM! the jello pit is now a pool of congealed honey with berries caught in the miasma. Alice, miffed at the hairball reference, smugly returns to the bar only to find that the UPS man has run for the safety of his truck. No problem. Micca will show up sooner or later hopefully alone. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Stilly River Sage Date: 05 May 05 - 04:07 PM Blueberries begin to bob up to the top of the pond of honey. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST Date: 05 May 05 - 11:41 AM A Unitarian stumbles in and is speechless, unhinged for an unknown spacetime quantity at the now-you-see-it/now-you-don't astral qualities of the Jello Pit.... relativism unchecked has finally gone critical. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,Bee-dubya-ell Date: 05 May 05 - 11:26 AM I am afraid I must spend the next few days in the wilds near Birmingham, Alabama trying to make some money and will, thusly, not be able to participate further in the festivities. Ya'll have fun. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage Date: 05 May 05 - 10:20 AM As long as you leave that pit over in Wyoming's doorway I don't mind. But the electric utility folks park at the bottom of my driveway to do their meter reading on this block, and if they have to slip and slide around the jello pit, they may accidentally (on purpose) misread my meter. But wait--MMario, are you sure that's drawn butter? It looks a little too thick, and it's so sweet--you know, I have a sneaking suspicion that it isn't butter, it's honey! Ewwww. . . and over there in Wyoming, why, you're liable to have the modern equivalent of the La Brea Tar Pits--honey with bison and Dahl sheep stuck in it. And, oh! Look! It's an Atwater prairie chicken right at the edge. If that guy goes in we'll have to send someone in to rescue it. Prairie chickens are endangered wildlife! Pull up a lawn chair, this might get interesting. Anyone want more chips? It's cinco de Mayo--great day for a party, Mother MOAB. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,MMario Date: 05 May 05 - 10:06 AM I'd avoid the package that the freds dropped off for MOAB - aside from the fact that it appears to be breathing - it looks like it may have teeth as well. and if I may ask - WHO FILLED THE JELLO PIT WITH DRAWN BUTTER! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,beertender Date: 05 May 05 - 09:51 AM MZ Squeek - I can't seem to fit your book into a glass. May I blenderize it for easier consumption? And did you want that on the rocks or straight up? Is there someone here named Bee-El? (Sounds like a relative of Stuporman!) There's a package here for you and they want to pay us a fee for retroactive shipment! Shall I accept the package and the fee? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Liz the Squeak Date: 05 May 05 - 09:21 AM So I guess I get to stay here a bit longer then..... can someone pass me another book please? LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,freds Date: 05 May 05 - 09:20 AM Hello. We're simply sending a message. We're not really here. Just like every civilized race we won't have a thing to do with those (shudder!) Ralphs. Did you know that they are the only race ever to be declared anathema and expelled from the Great Intergalactic Council of Sentient Species simply because they exist? That wasn't even done with the Whorlies, who used to exploded inhabitated planets "just for kicks, ya know?" That they have been denied permission to have any dealings at all with other civilized races? (Of course, that's only civilized races, so your race doesn't count.) Anyway, we wanted to with your m/paternal source of cybergenetic material a joy-filled origination moment. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,MMario Date: 05 May 05 - 08:45 AM Happy Birthday MOAB-Mom! Sorry about the ralphs. They weren't invited, honest - but you know that if we tried to get rid of them they'd only get more annoying. GLUON!If you are going to do THAT with Alice - go in the back room! I hope you weren't planning on kissing MOM with that tongue! *shudder* swapping spit is one thing...swapping hairballs is just GROSS! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: GUEST,Ralphs Date: 05 May 05 - 07:26 AM Har!* We are Ralphs. Har! Ralphs heard that stupid human creatures are having a party for the one they call MOAB. Har! Ralphs didn't think humans would be able to thoroughly enjoy themselves without a little annoyance to go along with the festivities. Har! Well, here it is! Har! Har! Barkeep! Har! You still got some of that Giant Squid around here? Har! See if you can use some of it to whip up one of those things they serve in that little bar out near the Pleiades! Har! *Ralphs are the most annoying race in the known Universe. They invariably shout "Har!" after each sentence. It really starts to get on people's nerves after a short while. The populations of entire planets have been known to pack their bags and head for greener pastures instead of sharing their planet with a handful of Ralphs. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Stilly River Sage Date: 05 May 05 - 12:05 AM Reprising a very funny episode in MOAB history makes Mom feel good. Thank you, BWL. You're a good son. When people get a bit |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 04 May 05 - 11:15 PM I know nothing about electric guitarists wearing only spats and tophats planning to crash Mom's party. Honest. By the way, there's a Fedex Freight truck at the East door with a bunch of big boxes that say "Marshall" on them. Should I sign for them? Anyway, here's a song for Mom on her birthday. "M" is for the "m" that's not in "aardvark". "O" is for the "o" not in "migraine". "A" is for the "a" that's not in "onion". "B" is for the "b" not in "ptomaine". Put them all together, they spell "MOAB", The Mother Of All BS Threads she's called. 'Cause if "em-oh-ay-bee" did not spell "MOAB", It wouldn't spell a Goddamned thing at all. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Stilly River Sage Date: 04 May 05 - 11:12 PM Sage hums Oh, that Strawberry Roan. . . which reminds me--do we have the makings for shortcake back there in the kitchen or maybe for a buffet? No? oh, well, then give me another Negra Modelo please. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rapparee Date: 04 May 05 - 10:48 PM The shouting is too much for his poor tortured throat, and he breaks into a coughing fit. Not to worry about the Time Cops -- they don't want his germs anymore than he does. Just to be certain, just to be sure, he looses his rapier in its scabbard and draws it out about six centimeters. Suddenly the joint is filled with the most wonderful song, song that would make the zephyrs that ply the forests or the very angels in heaven envious -- I was layin' round town in a house of ill fame, Laid up with a rough, tough hustlin' dame, When a hop-headed pimp with his nose full of coke Beat me outta that woman and left me stone broke.... And the realization bursts on everyone that this, THIS, is the famous Bawdy Ballad Blade, the Legendary Singing Steel of Lusty Lyrics, and they need have no fear of the Time Cops, none at all. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Stilly River Sage Date: 04 May 05 - 10:15 PM [Sage sighs] I just love it when he does that WordPerfect html stuff! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat MOAB Mother's Day Tavern From: Rapparee Date: 04 May 05 - 09:58 PM He looks over the pile of gifts for Mother, which is growing larger with every passing minute. Turning, he spies the Police notice, walks over, rips it to shreds, and shouts at the top of his voice (which really isn't very loud at the moment) “Forget it, |
