On Thu, 14 Aug 2003 19:21:48 -0300, a team of surgeons from
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk removed the following benign
growth from Capt. Mooron:

"Peter J Ross" wrote in message

| Next time there's a blue moon, perhaps.
Yeah ... or Tuesday

So soon? Are these really my last days?

| Long ago, it was the drink-of-choice of Fleet Street journalists.
| Are you saying that the randiest ape-descendants known to science were
| poofters?

Look Peter... I don't make the rules.... you drink women's booze and that
pretty much sums it up.... beat your , er breasts and scream all you want.

I haven't had a BGA in a bar for about 20 years. It costs a ****ing
fortune now.

| I think this alleged running joke is about ready to be put out of its
| misery.

Er-r-r-r I wouldn't do that if I were you!!

OK, feel free to continue your running joke.

| points gun at teh Overproof Rum joke
| digs grave
| makes teh Overproof Rum Joke stand at teh edge of teh grave
| BANG!

BOOM... ignition of alcoholic beverage and resulting shock wave fry's Peter
to a crisp.

Sorry, but I was talking about the joke, not the rum. You lose, again.

[The crowd gathers murmuring and laments the fact he couldn't hold his
liquor]

| OK. Whatever you say.
| swigs some more Bass

and applies his lipstick...

Keep your sex fantasies to yourself, big boy.

| Actually, the way the booze is disappearing tonight I might have to
| send somebody down to the offie for more before they shut.

Good idea... you wouldn't want to get molested by those Fleet Street
Poofters.

You don't know what Fleet Street is, do you?

I can imagine you being chucked out of The Falstaff for being a little
too poofy, back in the good old days.

--
PJR :-)
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