05-19-2005, 09:54 PM
Minionman,May 19 2005, 03:42 PM Wrote:And don't think I'm leaving you out, pigstocker. I seer your kind from 7000 feet up crawling on the ground like the lichen you are, rechfinder. I waddle my spittle at you, your city, your state, and all of its 200+ counties, including the citizens of loving. Fly up to thed comulonimbus clouds and spur away, and be more elitist. :P
(I was writing my firsty post and got into Holy Grail french castle mode, and kept going with all three posts.)
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Your mother was a hamper and your father smelt of dingleberries, you knees-bent-wallking-about-silly-anguish-cornugget. I blow my nose at you, you and your ether King. Now, go aweigh or I will tackle you some more.
Occhi
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete