Re: You Guys Are Mean

[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

ah lexa wrote:
> Holly wrote:
> > ah wrote:
> >> Holly wrote:
> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> Wim Jay wrote:
> >> >> >> > On 25-Dec-2006, ah > wrote:
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly" >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Ohhhhh I jist haets u bullies.
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >And just look at all the mistakes I made, you have me so upset!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Leave me alone!!!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Crap!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I need of help?
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Just call for AtomSuperCharles!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> HoHoHo!!!!!!!!!!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> C.
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I fooled them and sneaked back in under a sekrit nick. I
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >got
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > to play the Idiotbot 14k and didn't lose too badly ~ just by 92
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >pts. ;)
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I could play without feeling so anxious. So now I have
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >to
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sneak, sneak, sneak. They have taken over the Go website . . .
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >many
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > nicks and different levels of skill so they can stomp on poor
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > unsuspecting Go beginner players. They must feel pretty bad about
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > themselves if they get their jollies from such activities. AND
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >that
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > includes Ah. He isn't so nice as he tries to make everyone think
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >he is.
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Bitch!
> >> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> I love you.
> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> > Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
> >> >> >> >> >> > any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
> >> >> >> >> >> > I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
> >> >> >> >> >> > cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
> >> >> >> >> >> > bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
> >> >> >> >> >> > should thunder as it did before, I know not
> >> >> >> >> >> > where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
> >> >> >> >> >> > choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
> >> >> >> >> >> > here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
> >> >> >> >> >> > he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
> >> >> >> >> >> > like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
> >> >> >> >> >> > John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
> >> >> >> >> >> > as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
> >> >> >> >> >> > not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
> >> >> >> >> >> > of silver: there would this monster make a
> >> >> >> >> >> > man; any strange beast there makes a man:
> >> >> >> >> >> > when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
> >> >> >> >> >> > beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
> >> >> >> >> >> > Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
> >> >> >> >> >> > arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
> >> >> >> >> >> > my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
> >> >> >> >> >> > but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
> >> >> >> >> >> > thunderbolt.
> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> I shall no more to sea, to sea,
> >> >> >> >> >> Here shall I die ashore--
> >> >> >> >> >> This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
> >> >> >> >> >> funeral: well, here's my comfort.
> >> >> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >> >> *drinks* . . . *sings*
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> > add some lime juice to your rum. m'dear. It might not stop the scurvy toon
> >> >> >> > but it will help your teeth stop droppin' out. (This wos a pubic service
> >> >> >> > announcement form Captain Wim a scurvy old seadog wot always looks after his
> >> >> >> > crew.)
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >> --
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> > the folly of this island!
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> > There are no Folletts on this island. Me and me hearties shot 'im.
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> Oho!
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalal alalalalaalalalalalalalaa
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> > Oh ****e! we need no ululating muslim female wailers on this night of all
> >> >> >> > nights! Could one of you aryans shoot her, please?
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> Alexa does not brook aryans.
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >
> >> >> > Who needs Alexa to cross a brook? Splash! Swaomp! Slip n' slide.
> >> >> > Swoosh!
> >> >>
> >> >> You are very agile.
> >> >>
> >> >> Can, uh . . . nevermind.
> >> >> --
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > Sing in the rain?
> >>
> >> That, too,
> >> --
> >> ah
> >
> > Hi ah, I missed you.
>
> It's been a hell of a year so far.

Its only just started, ah thole.

[ah]

Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> ah lexa wrote:
>> Holly wrote:
>> > ah wrote:
>> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> > ah wrote:
>> >> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> >> > ah wrote:
>> >> >> >> Wim Jay wrote:
>> >> >> >> > On 25-Dec-2006, ah > wrote:
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly" >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >wrote:
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Ohhhhh I jist haets u bullies.
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >And just look at all the mistakes I made, you have me so upset!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Leave me alone!!!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Crap!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I need of help?
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Just call for AtomSuperCharles!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> HoHoHo!!!!!!!!!!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> C.
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I fooled them and sneaked back in under a sekrit nick. I
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >got
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > to play the Idiotbot 14k and didn't lose too badly ~ just by 92
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >pts. ;)
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I could play without feeling so anxious. So now I have
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >to
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sneak, sneak, sneak. They have taken over the Go website . . .
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >many
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > nicks and different levels of skill so they can stomp on poor
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > unsuspecting Go beginner players. They must feel pretty bad about
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > themselves if they get their jollies from such activities. AND
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >that
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > includes Ah. He isn't so nice as he tries to make everyone think
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >he is.
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Bitch!
>> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> I love you.
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> > Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
>> >> >> >> >> >> > any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
>> >> >> >> >> >> > I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
>> >> >> >> >> >> > cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
>> >> >> >> >> >> > bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
>> >> >> >> >> >> > should thunder as it did before, I know not
>> >> >> >> >> >> > where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
>> >> >> >> >> >> > choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
>> >> >> >> >> >> > here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
>> >> >> >> >> >> > he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
>> >> >> >> >> >> > like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
>> >> >> >> >> >> > John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
>> >> >> >> >> >> > as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
>> >> >> >> >> >> > not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
>> >> >> >> >> >> > of silver: there would this monster make a
>> >> >> >> >> >> > man; any strange beast there makes a man:
>> >> >> >> >> >> > when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
>> >> >> >> >> >> > beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
>> >> >> >> >> >> > Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
>> >> >> >> >> >> > arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
>> >> >> >> >> >> > my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
>> >> >> >> >> >> > but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
>> >> >> >> >> >> > thunderbolt.
>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> I shall no more to sea, to sea,
>> >> >> >> >> >> Here shall I die ashore--
>> >> >> >> >> >> This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
>> >> >> >> >> >> funeral: well, here's my comfort.
>> >> >> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >> >> *drinks* . . . *sings*
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> > add some lime juice to your rum. m'dear. It might not stop the scurvy toon
>> >> >> >> > but it will help your teeth stop droppin' out. (This wos a pubic service
>> >> >> >> > announcement form Captain Wim a scurvy old seadog wot always looks after his
>> >> >> >> > crew.)
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >> --
>> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> > the folly of this island!
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> > There are no Folletts on this island. Me and me hearties shot 'im.
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> Oho!
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalal alalalalaalalalalalalalaa
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> > Oh ****e! we need no ululating muslim female wailers on this night of all
>> >> >> >> > nights! Could one of you aryans shoot her, please?
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> Alexa does not brook aryans.
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> > Who needs Alexa to cross a brook? Splash! Swaomp! Slip n' slide.
>> >> >> > Swoosh!
>> >> >>
>> >> >> You are very agile.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Can, uh . . . nevermind.
>> >> >> --
>> >> >
>> >> >
>> >> > Sing in the rain?
>> >>
>> >> That, too,
>> >> --
>> >> ah
>> >
>> > Hi ah, I missed you.
>>
>> It's been a hell of a year so far.
>
> Its only just started, ah thole.

I'll strangle you here right in front of Jesus!

[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

On Jan 27, 12:01 pm, ah thole > wrote:
> Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> > ah lexa wrote:
> >> Holly wrote:
> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> >> Wim Jay wrote:
> >> >> >> >> > On 25-Dec-2006, ah > wrote:
>
> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly" >
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >wrote:
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Ohhhhh I jist haets u bullies.
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >And just look at all the mistakes I made, you have me so upset!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Leave me alone!!!
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Crap!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I need of help?
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Just call for AtomSuperCharles!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> HoHoHo!!!!!!!!!!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> C.
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I fooled them and sneaked back in under a sekrit nick. I
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >got
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > to play the Idiotbot 14k and didn't lose too badly ~ just by 92
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >pts. ;)
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I could play without feeling so anxious. So now I have
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >to
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sneak, sneak, sneak. They have taken over the Go website . . .
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >many
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > nicks and different levels of skill so they can stomp on poor
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > unsuspecting Go beginner players. They must feel pretty bad about
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > themselves if they get their jollies from such activities. AND
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >that
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > includes Ah. He isn't so nice as he tries to make everyone think
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >he is.
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Bitch!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I love you.
> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > should thunder as it did before, I know not
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > of silver: there would this monster make a
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > man; any strange beast there makes a man:
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
> >> >> >> >> >> >> > thunderbolt.
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> I shall no more to sea, to sea,
> >> >> >> >> >> >> Here shall I die ashore--
> >> >> >> >> >> >> This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
> >> >> >> >> >> >> funeral: well, here's my comfort.
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> *drinks* . . . *sings*
>
> >> >> >> >> > add some lime juice to your rum. m'dear. It might not stop the scurvy toon
> >> >> >> >> > but it will help your teeth stop droppin' out. (This wos a pubic service
> >> >> >> >> > announcement form Captain Wim a scurvy old seadog wot always looks after his
> >> >> >> >> > crew.)
>
> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
>
> >> >> >> >> >> > the folly of this island!
>
> >> >> >> >> > There are no Folletts on this island. Me and me hearties shot 'im.
>
> >> >> >> >> Oho!
>
> >> >> >> >> >> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalal alalalalaalalalalalalalaa
>
> >> >> >> >> > Oh ****e! we need no ululating muslim female wailers on this night of all
> >> >> >> >> > nights! Could one of you aryans shoot her, please?
>
> >> >> >> >> Alexa does not brook aryans.
>
> >> >> >> > Who needs Alexa to cross a brook? Splash! Swaomp! Slip n' slide.
> >> >> >> > Swoosh!
>
> >> >> >> You are very agile.
>
> >> >> >> Can, uh . . . nevermind.
> >> >> >> --
>
> >> >> > Sing in the rain?
>
> >> >> That, too,
> >> >> --
> >> >> ah
>
> >> > Hi ah, I missed you.
>
> >> It's been a hell of a year so far.
>
> > Its only just started, ah thole.
>
> I'll strangle you here right in front of Jesus!

Who? You? BWAWAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't make me laugh! You can't even choke a
darkie.

[Phil Kyle]

ah > verbally sodomised in
:

> Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
>> ah lexa wrote:
>>> Holly wrote:
>>> > ah wrote:
>>> >> Holly wrote:
>>> >> > ah wrote:
>>> >> >> Holly wrote:
>>> >> >> > ah wrote:
>>> >> >> >> Wim Jay wrote:
>>> >> >> >> > On 25-Dec-2006, ah > wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly"
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >wrote:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Ohhhhh I jist haets u bullies.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >And just look at all the mistakes I made, you
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >have me so upset!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Leave me alone!!!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Crap!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I need of help?
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Just call for AtomSuperCharles!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> HoHoHo!!!!!!!!!!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> C.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I fooled them and sneaked back in under a
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sekrit nick. I
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >got
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > to play the Idiotbot 14k and didn't lose too badly
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > ~ just by 92
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >pts. ;)
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I could play without feeling so anxious.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > So now I have
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >to
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sneak, sneak, sneak. They have taken over the Go
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > website . . .
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >many
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > nicks and different levels of skill so they can
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > stomp on poor unsuspecting Go beginner players.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > They must feel pretty bad about
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > themselves if they get their jollies from such
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > activities. AND
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >that
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > includes Ah. He isn't so nice as he tries to make
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > everyone think
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >he is.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Bitch!
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> I love you.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > should thunder as it did before, I know not
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > of silver: there would this monster make a
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > man; any strange beast there makes a man:
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
>>> >> >> >> >> >> > thunderbolt.
>>> >> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> I shall no more to sea, to sea,
>>> >> >> >> >> >> Here shall I die ashore--
>>> >> >> >> >> >> This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
>>> >> >> >> >> >> funeral: well, here's my comfort.
>>> >> >> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >> >> *drinks* . . . *sings*
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> > add some lime juice to your rum. m'dear. It might not stop
>>> >> >> >> > the scurvy toon but it will help your teeth stop droppin'
>>> >> >> >> > out. (This wos a pubic service announcement form Captain
>>> >> >> >> > Wim a scurvy old seadog wot always looks after his
>>> >> >> >> > crew.)
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >> --
>>> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> > the folly of this island!
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> > There are no Folletts on this island. Me and me hearties
>>> >> >> >> > shot 'im.
>>> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> Oho!
>>> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> >> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalal alalalala
>>> >> >> >> >> alalalalalalalaa
>>> >> >> >> >
>>> >> >> >> > Oh ****e! we need no ululating muslim female wailers on
>>> >> >> >> > this night of all nights! Could one of you aryans shoot
>>> >> >> >> > her, please?
>>> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >> Alexa does not brook aryans.
>>> >> >> >>
>>> >> >> >
>>> >> >> > Who needs Alexa to cross a brook? Splash! Swaomp! Slip n'
>>> >> >> > slide. Swoosh!
>>> >> >>
>>> >> >> You are very agile.
>>> >> >>
>>> >> >> Can, uh . . . nevermind.
>>> >> >> --
>>> >> >
>>> >> >
>>> >> > Sing in the rain?
>>> >>
>>> >> That, too,
>>> >> --
>>> >> ah
>>> >
>>> > Hi ah, I missed you.
>>>
>>> It's been a hell of a year so far.
>>
>> Its only just started, ah thole.
>
> I'll strangle you here right in front of Jesus!
>

I can't bare to watch.

--
Phil Kyle™

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[Michael Baldwin, Bruce]

On Feb 3, 9:45 pm, Phil Kyle > wrote:
> ah > verbally sodomised :
>
> > Michael Baldwin, Bruce wrote:
> >> ah lexa wrote:
> >>> Holly wrote:
> >>> > ah wrote:
> >>> >> Holly wrote:
> >>> >> > ah wrote:
> >>> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >>> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> Wim Jay wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> > On 25-Dec-2006, ah > wrote:
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > ah wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Holly wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly"
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >wrote:
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Ohhhhh I jist haets u bullies.
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >And just look at all the mistakes I made, you
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >have me so upset!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Leave me alone!!!
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Crap!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> I need of help?
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> Just call for AtomSuperCharles!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> HoHoHo!!!!!!!!!!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> C.
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I fooled them and sneaked back in under a
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sekrit nick. I
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >got
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > to play the Idiotbot 14k and didn't lose too badly
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > ~ just by 92
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >pts. ;)
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > At least I could play without feeling so anxious.
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > So now I have
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >to
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > sneak, sneak, sneak. They have taken over the Go
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > website . . .
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >many
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > nicks and different levels of skill so they can
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > stomp on poor unsuspecting Go beginner players.
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > They must feel pretty bad about
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > themselves if they get their jollies from such
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > activities. AND
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >that
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > includes Ah. He isn't so nice as he tries to make
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> > everyone think
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >he is.
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> Bitch!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> I love you.
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> >> --
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > should thunder as it did before, I know not
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > of silver: there would this monster make a
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > man; any strange beast there makes a man:
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> > thunderbolt.
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> I shall no more to sea, to sea,
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> Here shall I die ashore--
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> funeral: well, here's my comfort.
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> *drinks* . . . *sings*
>
> >>> >> >> >> > add some lime juice to your rum. m'dear. It might not stop
> >>> >> >> >> > the scurvy toon but it will help your teeth stop droppin'
> >>> >> >> >> > out. (This wos a pubic service announcement form Captain
> >>> >> >> >> > Wim a scurvy old seadog wot always looks after his
> >>> >> >> >> > crew.)
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> >> --
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> > the folly of this island!
>
> >>> >> >> >> > There are no Folletts on this island. Me and me hearties
> >>> >> >> >> > shot 'im.
>
> >>> >> >> >> Oho!
>
> >>> >> >> >> >> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalal alalalala
> >>> >> >> >> >> alalalalalalalaa
>
> >>> >> >> >> > Oh ****e! we need no ululating muslim female wailers on
> >>> >> >> >> > this night of all nights! Could one of you aryans shoot
> >>> >> >> >> > her, please?
>
> >>> >> >> >> Alexa does not brook aryans.
>
> >>> >> >> > Who needs Alexa to cross a brook? Splash! Swaomp! Slip n'
> >>> >> >> > slide. Swoosh!
>
> >>> >> >> You are very agile.
>
> >>> >> >> Can, uh . . . nevermind.
> >>> >> >> --
>
> >>> >> > Sing in the rain?
>
> >>> >> That, too,
> >>> >> --
> >>> >> ah
>
> >>> > Hi ah, I missed you.
>
> >>> It's been a hell of a year so far.
>
> >> Its only just started, ah thole.
>
> > I'll strangle you here right in front of Jesus!
>
> I can't bare to watch.

Neither can my bear.

> --
> Phil Kyleâ„¢
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