On 2/25/2010 2:06 PM, Jim wrote:
*e#c wrote:
On 2/25/2010 7:57 AM, H the K wrote:
H the K wrote:
We didn't get far on our swordfishing charter. Seas have kicked up and
we all agreed to call it off as we got past the reef.
It's coming down in buckets here, and I'm alone in the cabana with a
couple bottles of Ron Centenario Blanco. Good local rum.
Hey, I been thinking. Wait.
Had to open my second bottle.
I been thinking. Hell, I'll just cut to the chase.
I've sometimes come across too strong in here, even though I didn't
really mean to offend anybody.
So right now I'm a little bit snookered, and I tend to trust my
feelings
when I'm snookered.
So. Hell, let me just spit it out.
John Herring, I love ya buddy. And thanks for your service.
Scotty, same to you. I love ya pal. And tell that cute mouse of yours
I said hi, and wish her good luck in the upcoming racing season.
Florida Jim, you're a hell of a man, and I'm really pleased you're
enjoying that nice RV in your richly deserved retirement. And thanks
for your service.
Loogy, you goofy sonofagun, I love ya man. Forget what I said before
please. It was in jest, and I love ya.
Bertie, or should I say Marine? I love ya man. And thanks for your
service.
Tom. Yo Tom. I love ya man. Thanks for your service, Marine.
Wayne, you yachtsman you. Love you, love your boat.
Jack. Yeah fella, you. I love you man.
Tim, sometimes I got a little rough with the religious stuff, but you
know I love you man. And you know what it is to forgive.
Okay, I'm getting sleepy. Hope this lasts.
We'll see what happens when I sober up.
Seeya later my pals.


I'm awake. I see that none of the conserva-trash has responded in kind,
so I now retract what I said above, you dittohead schitts.
But the excellent rum - zilch hangover - made it all worth it,
especially since some here are actually stupid enough to believe what I
said above was not purely in jest.
And that, my dittohead "friends," is delightful indeed.
Idiots.
BTW, I awoke naked, though I was fully clothed when the rum got the best
of me.
Fortunately, I hadn't locked my cabana door.
Just before I posted yesterday I took this shot directly outside the
cabana.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/...17507ed291.jpg
She had been sun bathing/loitering there since I arrived, apparently
intrigued with me. Her name is Estrella.
Earlier in the day I ran into her at the beach bar, and we shared
conversation about the architecture of the ruins of Ujarras, which see,
http://www.govisitcostarica.com/trav...g.asp?phID=205
Well, I found the bottom of that bikini at the foot of my bed upon
awakening, and a large beach towel is missing.
We had also discussed that very bikini, as it is a Desiree Morffe
design, locally produced.
I read the label before ensuring with the housekeeper that it will be
held for the little lady when she returns looking for it.
My flight back is in an hour, so I can't personally return it.
I would find great pleasure in tweaking the dummkopfs here with more
details of my Costa Rican vacation - an experience that goes quite
beyond their basement keyboard pecking of right-wing pap, but I have to
catch the taxi to the airport. So your heads are safe from exploding
for the time being.

Toodle-loo, trash.

ps Tim, did you get my voicemail?




Well, I thought this might be someone spoofing Harry, but no one could
imitate Harry's pomposity that well.

Fool. You actually believe Harry's tales? He fabricated all of that from
thin air.
That broad is as real as his lobsterboat and red barn.

Lib - Takes a lib to believe a lib.

What makes you think Harry would lie?

On Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:10:12 -0600, Jim "Jim wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 25 Feb 2010 13:06:44 -0600, Jim "Jim wrote:

*e#c wrote:
On 2/25/2010 7:57 AM, H the K wrote:
H the K wrote:
We didn't get far on our swordfishing charter. Seas have kicked up and
we all agreed to call it off as we got past the reef.
It's coming down in buckets here, and I'm alone in the cabana with a
couple bottles of Ron Centenario Blanco. Good local rum.
Hey, I been thinking. Wait.
Had to open my second bottle.
I been thinking. Hell, I'll just cut to the chase.
I've sometimes come across too strong in here, even though I didn't
really mean to offend anybody.
So right now I'm a little bit snookered, and I tend to trust my feelings
when I'm snookered.
So. Hell, let me just spit it out.
John Herring, I love ya buddy. And thanks for your service.
Scotty, same to you. I love ya pal. And tell that cute mouse of yours
I said hi, and wish her good luck in the upcoming racing season.
Florida Jim, you're a hell of a man, and I'm really pleased you're
enjoying that nice RV in your richly deserved retirement. And thanks
for your service.
Loogy, you goofy sonofagun, I love ya man. Forget what I said before
please. It was in jest, and I love ya.
Bertie, or should I say Marine? I love ya man. And thanks for your
service.
Tom. Yo Tom. I love ya man. Thanks for your service, Marine.
Wayne, you yachtsman you. Love you, love your boat.
Jack. Yeah fella, you. I love you man.
Tim, sometimes I got a little rough with the religious stuff, but you
know I love you man. And you know what it is to forgive.
Okay, I'm getting sleepy. Hope this lasts.
We'll see what happens when I sober up.
Seeya later my pals.


I'm awake. I see that none of the conserva-trash has responded in kind,
so I now retract what I said above, you dittohead schitts.
But the excellent rum - zilch hangover - made it all worth it,
especially since some here are actually stupid enough to believe what I
said above was not purely in jest.
And that, my dittohead "friends," is delightful indeed.
Idiots.
BTW, I awoke naked, though I was fully clothed when the rum got the best
of me.
Fortunately, I hadn't locked my cabana door.
Just before I posted yesterday I took this shot directly outside the
cabana.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/...17507ed291.jpg
She had been sun bathing/loitering there since I arrived, apparently
intrigued with me. Her name is Estrella.
Earlier in the day I ran into her at the beach bar, and we shared
conversation about the architecture of the ruins of Ujarras, which see,
http://www.govisitcostarica.com/trav...g.asp?phID=205
Well, I found the bottom of that bikini at the foot of my bed upon
awakening, and a large beach towel is missing.
We had also discussed that very bikini, as it is a Desiree Morffe
design, locally produced.
I read the label before ensuring with the housekeeper that it will be
held for the little lady when she returns looking for it.
My flight back is in an hour, so I can't personally return it.
I would find great pleasure in tweaking the dummkopfs here with more
details of my Costa Rican vacation - an experience that goes quite
beyond their basement keyboard pecking of right-wing pap, but I have to
catch the taxi to the airport. So your heads are safe from exploding
for the time being.

Toodle-loo, trash.

ps Tim, did you get my voicemail?



Well, I thought this might be someone spoofing Harry, but no one could
imitate Harry's pomposity that well.
Fool. You actually believe Harry's tales? He fabricated all of that
from thin air.
That broad is as real as his lobsterboat and red barn.

Lib - Takes a lib to believe a lib.

You're an idiot. Tom is just as pompous as Harry and show's he's up
to the task. I say that because, no matter how many annoucements to
the contrary, Tom cannot stay away. He's just chosen to inhabit
another form to **** with folks.

But Tom isn't in Costa Rica, dip****.

Lib - Ever meet a lib who knew a lick about geography? I haven't.

You're that much of a simp? Sheesh.