I don't know what over came me....
 

On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 22:24:50 +0000 (UTC), a team of surgeons from
alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Bertie the
Bunyip:

(Popeye) wrote in
. com:

hez rite scowt, u'd luk lyk magilla gorilla! :)
yr bes frn

Didn't Magilla Gorilla wear a bow tie?

No, Magilla Gorilla wore a tortilla. HTH.

--
PJR :-)
mhm34x8

I don't know what over came me....
 

On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 19:33:57 -0400, a team of surgeons from
alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Scout:

Thanks Popeye,
Why oh why did I tell you about this NG? I suppose you'll now tell the
others at the marina; can't wait to see what that starts.
BTW - you got me laughing my a** off.
Scout

Easily amused, eh?


"Popeye" wrote in message
. com...
hez rite scowt, u'd luk lyk magilla gorilla! :)
yr bes frn
popeye

Bertie the Bunyip wrote
you would never be able to carry off wearing a bow tie.
Bertie



--
PJR :-)
mhm34x8

I don't know what over came me....
 

On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 22:42:55 -0300, a team of surgeons from
alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Capt. Mooron:

That's it??? That's the best you can come up with after such a poetic
dissertation??
Petey.... get some new material. This repetitious mantra is wearing thin.
I'm sure you don't really believe that if you repeat something often enough
it becomes true? Try wishing on a falling star... repeat the following three
times " I wish I may, I wish I might I wish I had the wit to fight... that
mean ole Mooron is pickin' on me.... and now I have to squat to pee"
remember to "keep looking up"!

CM

yawn You wrote 200 words in reply to me. So what?



"Peter J Ross" wrote in message
.. .
| On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 17:05:00 -0300, a team of surgeons from
| alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Capt. Mooron:
|
|
| "Peter J Ross" wrote in message
| | Wear a red carnation and carry a copy of The Times.
| |
| | I hope you hit it off. If you have babies together, I'm willing to be
| | their godfather.
|
| Oh Petey.... I hear your pitiful cries for attention. Your wailing
carried
| on the cyber tides, crashing upon some desolate rock strewn beach with
nary
| a soul to heed your existence. I feel the futility of your endeavors...
the
| overwhelming surge of the seas drowning your efforts of recognition. I
| understand the desperation that envelops you, upon the realization that
you
| are nothing more than flotsam in a current that you cannot control. Let
the
| cool liquid embrace of the medium carry you along a course which allows
you
| the comfort to believe you are in control... due to your mere
existence.
| Soothe yourself with the realization that I do read your fervent prayers
and
| my empathy is boundless. Pax Infinitum
|
| Oh ****. About twelve lines all about me. This kook is *owned*!
|
| --
| PJR :-)
| mhm34x8



--
PJR :-)
mhm34x8

I don't know what over came me....
 

In such a tribe does not the ringleader 'lead' (with his right)?

Cheers MC

Scott Vernon wrote:

"The_navigator©" wrote ...

I was once attacked
by 3 ghetto youths in Baltimore while carrying a briefcase. One good
punch to the ringleader with my one free hand


how did you know which was the ringleader?



I told the first cop car I saw but they couldn't care less.


probably couldn't understand you, mate.

I don't know what over came me....
 

Yes, the first rule is hit first and very effectively -all bouncers know
this. If he doesn't fold or you haven't debiltated him then you are in
trouble. That reminds me of another story...

Cheers MC

Pony Express wrote:

Well, he did avoid the fight, didn't he?
--
----
Steve
S/V Pony Express

"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...

bridge.......no show..........bob****...........Bwaaaak bwaaaaaaaaak
bwaaaaaaaaaaaak


"Bobsprit" wrote in message
...

I've had several people threaten law suits after a fight. None carried
through.

Even as a bouncer I could avoid fights. You guys are like 11 year olds

with

your fights and suits and such.
I'd kick all of you heads in and that would be that. But then again, I

wouldn't

have to because none of you would even dare to try anything.
Only total faggy losers tell fight stories!

Capt RB

I don't know what over came me....
 

"Scout" wrote in
:

Thanks Popeye,
Why oh why did I tell you about this NG? I suppose you'll now tell the
others at the marina; can't wait to see what that starts.
BTW - you got me laughing my a** off.

Oh goodie.

Bertie



Scout


"Popeye" wrote in message
om...
hez rite scowt, u'd luk lyk magilla gorilla! :)
yr bes frn
popeye

Bertie the Bunyip wrote
you would never be able to carry off wearing a bow tie.
Bertie

I don't know what over came me....
 

I don't know what over came me....
 

"Scout" wrote in
:

That trick backfired on me once, so I stopped using the "peer
pressure" thing. A kid came back to my room with an administrator, he
was half scared to death because the others threatened to kill him if
he was the reason they lost their free doughnut (incentive).

Oh you da master. It's no wonder you have every troll on the west side of
usenet cringing.

Bertie


Bertei
Scout


"Vito" wrote in message
...
Scout wrote:

I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year.

Shop teacher used to make everybody write "I will never (whatever)"
if anybody screwed up, knowing the rest of us'd put the miscreant in
the ER for inconveniencing us.

I don't know what over came me....
 

Peter J Ross wrote in
:

On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 17:05:00 -0300, a team of surgeons from
alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Capt. Mooron:


"Peter J Ross" wrote in message
| Wear a red carnation and carry a copy of The Times.
|
| I hope you hit it off. If you have babies together, I'm willing to
| be their godfather.

Oh Petey.... I hear your pitiful cries for attention. Your wailing
carried
on the cyber tides, crashing upon some desolate rock strewn beach with
nary a soul to heed your existence. I feel the futility of your
endeavors... the overwhelming surge of the seas drowning your efforts
of recognition. I understand the desperation that envelops you, upon
the realization that you are nothing more than flotsam in a current
that you cannot control. Let the cool liquid embrace of the medium
carry you along a course which allows you the comfort to believe you
are in control... due to your mere existence. Soothe yourself with
the realization that I do read your fervent prayers and my empathy is
boundless. Pax Infinitum

Oh ****. About twelve lines all about me. This kook is *owned*!

Bought 'em wholesale first day I walked in. Sort of a usenet "blue light
special"


Bertie

I don't know what over came me....
 

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in
:

That's it??? That's the best you can come up with after such a poetic
dissertation??
Petey.... get some new material. This repetitious mantra is wearing
thin.

s it?

I'm sure you don't really believe that if you repeat something
often enough it becomes true?


doe sit matter?

Anyhow, don't you think it's a bit ingenuous of you to be whining that
particular ditty at the moment?

Try wishing on a falling star... repeat
the following three times " I wish I may, I wish I might I wish I had
the wit to fight... that mean ole Mooron is pickin' on me.... and now
I have to squat to pee" remember to "keep looking up"!

Aw, you just have too little faith in the Bunyip.

You gotta believe!

Actually, you don't, now that I think about it.

Carry on.




Bertie

CM

"Peter J Ross" wrote in message
...
| On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 17:05:00 -0300, a team of surgeons from
| alt.sailing.asa removed the following benign growth from Capt.
| Mooron:
|
|
| "Peter J Ross" wrote in message
| | Wear a red carnation and carry a copy of The Times.
| |
| | I hope you hit it off. If you have babies together, I'm willing to
| | be their godfather.
|
| Oh Petey.... I hear your pitiful cries for attention. Your wailing
carried
| on the cyber tides, crashing upon some desolate rock strewn beach
| with
nary
| a soul to heed your existence. I feel the futility of your
| endeavors...
the
| overwhelming surge of the seas drowning your efforts of recognition.
| I understand the desperation that envelops you, upon the realization
| that
you
| are nothing more than flotsam in a current that you cannot control.
| Let
the
| cool liquid embrace of the medium carry you along a course which
| allows
you
| the comfort to believe you are in control... due to your mere
existence.
| Soothe yourself with the realization that I do read your fervent
| prayers
and
| my empathy is boundless. Pax Infinitum
|
| Oh ****. About twelve lines all about me. This kook is *owned*!
|
| --
| PJR :-)
| mhm34x8