Personally, I thought he was a floater in a sewer pipe heading for the
macerator. After tertiary treatment, he can be released into the ocean
where real sailors (note compulsory sailing ref) live. Of course, by
then he'll be unrecognisable but that's a plus.

PDW

On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 17:05:00 -0300, "Capt. Mooron"
wrote:


"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

CM