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yeahbut�, mav. I'm stuck here in the 8th dimension -- can't get out.
-joe (buckeroo) bfstplk

I'm stuck here

who we gonna call? ~

jeez, missing you here joe!

Long's yer not here mebbe you could not drop over to Q&A and state the obvious for hev.

Lessn Dr. Bill set her straight.

Dear Faldage: sounds obvious you can't keep tsuwm's numerous personae straight.

I thought your header was referring to all the archie copycats.

Phewf, I thought he was referring to something else.

bad belMarduk, bad, bad - off to the gutter with you

off to the gutter...

so which side of the street is it, Bel, and can more than one come and play?

mav, dear, you know we have always told you, the more, the merrier..
but don't let Jackie catch me with you! she is so protective of all her men, and she claims every man as her own--no doubt to protect them from the likes of me-- men die for me!

so which side of the street is it,

dag nabbit, another man that needs directions to get to it.

ahhhhh ha, so that's what Jackie meant last year when she said she had it on good authority that mav *never arrived anywhere too quickly. It wasn't the veiled compliment we all thought it was. It was actually a sad, sad commentary on the fact that he didn't know how to get there, and a second time was out of the question.

Oh, bel, I am howling! C'mon, I'll crawl into the gutter with you, we'll wave a signal flag at mav, and then if he still takes a long time CENSORED OUTing, we'll give him some really good directions, eh?

You girls are making too much noise in here. Here I was, peacefully enjoying a little afterglow and, PLOP, then PLOP... two more in the gutter with me. Hey, Jackie, I thought you said you don't share

. Trying to make me jealous?

Move over, Bing cherie, we have company.

so which side of the street is it
dag nabbit, another man that needs directions to get to it.

and bel, don't forget Kiwi, whose directional sense is well-known roundabout now.

and bel, don't forget Kiwi, whose directional sense is well-known roundabout now.

But, Keiva, he wasn't trying to find a gutter. I'm sure he could have found that without a sign!

Ok, Kiwi, I'll stop picking on you now. Love ya!

a second time was out of the question

d'ya need testamanacles, bel?

My memory may be slipping in this second childhood, but I can provide them to the effect I can still count to four or more, and I can still recite my 69-times table almost endlessly

come over here & say that!
Was that an invitation, my dear??

Now, Consuelo--you really must stop trying to get my goat. I know perfectly well that Bingley was not in the gutter with you. 'Cause he was with ME!

Ladies, in present circumstances, I have no intention of joining either of you in the gutter. I don't like the look of that water. Goodness only knows what's floating about in there.

Bingley

My dear Bingley--you notice, I did NOT say that you and I were in the gutter. Let's not tell where we really were...now, why does a recent post of my Aunt's come to mind?

Consuelo--you really must stop trying to get my goat..

Why? what would she do with it if she had it? what do you do with it? is this some other new fetish?

Have i missed something? hanging out with guys and all their sheep-- thinking a little lambakins was at once a lawn mower and wool provide [wide eyed innocence icon here]-- only to find there was a reason the sheep were nervous... and meanwhile.. all you gals has something going on with a goat?

a Goat?

a Goat?

yeah, what the dickens is going on - is something illegal being advocated?

is something illegal being advocated?

Not a ghost of a chance, mav. If there were, I'd follow, for whither thou goest, I goest. [withering

-e]

[This could lead to a capricornucopia of puns. TEd?]

mav, we've already dicussed your legs

... shall we discuss withers? We men are so sensitive about anatomy.

We men are so sensitive about anatomy.

Speak for yourself ~ oh, just remembered that you both do!

I can still count to four or more, and I can still recite my 69-times table almost endlessly

Ah, now I see the problem. It is very difficult to remain rigidly at attention to the task at hand when one doing math.

Some things in life, bel, you can *always count on!

Just to attempt to keep this thread vaguely word-related, may I commend to mav and bel the word "motel", and point out what that spells backwards?

Huh? i got counting to 4, and 69 times tables.. but i don't get..the word "motel", and point out what that spells backwards?

is it suppose to make sense? LETOM--let'om? (it should be Let'em?) and it seems to me, if Mav and bel are getting a room, it had better be a suite.. at last count, Jackie, connie and i were planning to be there too..(did you want to be invited too, Kieva? will you tell us the secret of letom?)and are we bringing Jackie's goat? what will we do with it? will we have problems? some places are soo particular who they let in.

Good cover, Bing cherie! Thank you for the candy, by the way. Delicious! Candy is always appreciated this time of year, 'specially dark chocolate in a heart shaped container.kiss-kiss

Absolutely hilarious!

[For newcomers who might not spot the inside joke:
http://216.12.219.209/board/showthreaded.pl?Cat=&Board=wordplay&Number=40206&page=&view=&sb=&vc=1]

{white}Candy is always appreciated this time of year, 'specially dark chocolate in a heart shaped container. kiss-kiss {/white}

Bing, a bit of advice from Ogden Nash (whose poem's title is my subject-line above):
Candy
Is dandy,
But liquor
Is quicker.

For goat in Webster's, the second meaning among three:

2: a licentious man: LECHER
Well, why do you think they call it a goatee?

But it could be worse, it could be a gnu.

But it could be worse, it could be a gnu.
a gnu?
ag-nu?
Are you making reference to our former Vice President Ag-new? If so, dear W'ON, I thoroughly agree with you!

But please, let's not clean up a perfectly good feelthy thread.

Well, consuelo, I see that my Bingley has been his usual polite self, with you. I don't mind. But you should know--he has shared his candy with me.

Some things in life, bel, you can *always count on!
Like the fact that you can do math while one hand is uh, otherwise occupied?

Come and show me how you count, my pretty ...bel & I will help--we can count on our fingers.(Ooh, I am being SO bad! bel, this is all your fault!

)

Oh, oh. Jackie's getting pretty comfy here in the gutter with us! She sure is using a lot of white these days, too!>EG< I think we have corrupted her beyond saving now.

Is there a word for that? tsuwm?

I think we have corrupted her beyond saving now.

Once down, 'tis difficult to rise again?

I think we have corrupted her beyond saving now. Is there a word for that?

Debaucherized? Have me made Jackie an official debauchee?

>is there a word for that?

well, since we're talking about Jackie, acolyte of the sainted Anu, I feel constrained to make the supreme effort:

she is irredeemable, irreclaimable, irretrievable, and thoroughly depraved [WO'N: debauched]; she has been, in two words, corrupted (and) vitiated. and the foremost of all these can be abbreviated irred, which even suggests that she hardly don't blush no more.

-joe (quality vs. substance) friday

Once down, 'tis difficult to rise again?
Not for some, my dear! Why, I've known one who got up three times in an hour...Love, Irred (note no blushing!)

vitiated

Oh well, there's no hope then. Jackie, it's been really nice knowing you. I hope you're bound for a better place ...

Now, if it was "mcvittiated" that would just take the biscuit, it really would ...

I hope you're bound
Bound? unbound! She is woman; hear her roar!!!!
(oyez! oyez!)

As she has now reached the irreducible level, a poem [abbreviated] may illustrate the difficulty of her rising again:

A whale of great porosity / and small specific gravity,
Dived down with much velocity / beneath the sea's concavity.

But soon the weight of water / squeezed in his large immensity,
Which varied -- as it ought to -- / Inversely as his density.

It would have moved to pity / an Ogre or a Hessian,
To see poor Spermaceti / thus suffering compression.

At length old million-pounder, / low on a bed of coral,
Gave his last dying flounder, / whereto I pen this moral,

O, let this tale dramatic, / anent the whale Norwegian
And pressure hydrostatic, / warn you, my young collegian,

That down-compelling forces / increase as you get deeper;
The lower down your course is, / the upward path's the steeper.

A whale I am, I admit;
The name is a dismaying fit;
But I ain't no Norwegian,
My older collegian--
Now swishing my skirts, I will git.

My electric was off for two days

I couldn't get online to metaphrase

Now Jackie's a whale?

She wants a goat, not a male?

Is this some new kind of craze?

O tempora! O mores!

First we descend to the gutter, then to battling limericks! What has this distinguished company come to?

Well, on second thought, I'm fond of a good laugh and it certainly beats some of our other carryings on. Go to it all ye poetasters!

>Go to it all ye poetasters!

yeah, better a poetaster than a criticaster.

In reply to:
Bing, a bit of advice from Ogden Nash (whose poem's title is my subject-line above):
Candy
Is dandy,
But liquor
Is quicker.

Candi may be a bit of a dandy
But if liquor made him quicker
-- oh my poor ticker.

Bingley

better a poetaster than a criticaster.

It is a rare and marvelous thing to be a latinate criticaster.
But I, unfortunately, am no unerring polylingual.

[he said, in googlewhacking purple prose -e]