🚀 go-pugleaf

Wim Jay wrote:
> On 25-Dec-2006, ah <splifingate@gmail.com> wrote:
> 
>> Holly wrote:
>> > ah wrote:
>> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> > ah wrote:
>> >> >> Holly wrote:
>> >> >> > Charles D. Bohne wrote:
>> >> >> >> On 10 Dec 2006 15:46:44 -0800, "Holly" <noon_union@yahoo.com>
>> >> >> >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!

> 
>> lalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaallalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalalalaa
> 
> Oh shite! 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.

Hi, Alexa!
-- 
ah