I'm an ass, and full of crap

[sailaway21]

I'll bet the Wombat wouldn't have woken up in the corn field, with a strange cow, after a couple of Sam Adam's beers. Of course, he's not as scrawny as you.
After all of your recent experiences with American livestock recently, MoonGlow, won't you have to make a declaration to the agricultural authorities upon returning to Portugal? How do you think mad cow disease gets spread, anyway?

[xort]

Originally Posted by Giulietta

Xort...Who is??

...What is??

[camaraderie]

Oh Gawd...pour some salt water on him and maybe he'll come to his senses.
But just in case...two can play that game dear Portagee....

My name is balding Giulietta... Archaeologist Proctologist. It is my job to explore the far reaches of your anus and ponder one of life's most perplexing mysteries - "Just how in the heck did he get that up there!" I have a tiny tale to tell, so listen up! It was a incontinent night, many years ago. Business was exceptional. That week alone I had excavated three mangos, a small sheep, and a prius from the behinds of those in distress. Then came the goldmine.
Enter Alex, a fat man weighing approximately 72 pounds. "I have trouble, Sir" spoke he, "It seems there is a Civil War going on in my butt." "You are very witty my friend!" said I. That is when I heard a cannon blast in the distance. I was going to have to go in.
I suited up in my nautica custom body condom, complete with a lovely pattern consisting of little booming steers wearing pink tutus. You never know when you'll meet that special someone in the tookus. I lubed up with gay oil and dove in.
Not one step through the sphincter did I get before I was pummeled by a flying sailor. It was war indeed. But who were these creatures? Suddenly, A winged-gerbil flew round my head and landed on my shoulder. "Quickly! We must run for cover! Before the impotent tapeworms of Shangri-la kill us all!" And run we did.


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[xort]

Cam
"I have trouble, Sir" spoke he, "It seems there is a Civil War going on in my butt."
Go ahead, admit it...that's you with the civil war goin on; yes?

[camaraderie]

Naw...had beans for dinner...war is over!! (G)

[Giulietta]

Originally Posted by camaraderie

My name is balding Giulietta... Archaeologist Proctologist. It is my job to explore the far reaches of your anus and ponder one of life's most perplexing mysteries - "Just how in the heck did he get that up there!" I have a tiny tale to tell, so listen up! It was a incontinent night, many years ago. Business was exceptional. That week alone I had excavated three mangos, a small sheep, and a prius from the behinds of those in distress. Then came the goldmine.
Enter Alex, a fat man weighing approximately 72 pounds. "I have trouble, Sir" spoke he, "It seems there is a Civil War going on in my butt." "You are very witty my friend!" said I. That is when I heard a cannon blast in the distance. I was going to have to go in.
I suited up in my nautica custom body condom, complete with a lovely pattern consisting of little booming steers wearing pink tutus. You never know when you'll meet that special someone in the tookus. I lubed up with gay oil and dove in.
Not one step through the sphincter did I get before I was pummeled by a flying sailor. It was war indeed. But who were these creatures? Suddenly, A winged-gerbil flew round my head and landed on my shoulder. "Quickly! We must run for cover! Before the impotent tapeworms of Shangri-la kill us all!" And run we did.

Sad my friend sad....

would like to clarify some comments I made recently regarding Camaraderie Ex Moderator. Let's get down to business: Camaraderie's editorials are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause. This is well illustrated in what remains one of the most divisive issues of our day: pharisaism. Should you think I'm saying too much, please note that now that I've been exposed to his blanket statements, I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps he not only lies, but he brags about his lying to his peons.

Camaraderie can fool some of the people all of the time. He can fool all of the people some of the time. But he can't fool all of the people all of the time. Everybody is probably familiar with the cliche that he was rather wide of the mark when he said that his machinations are our final line of defense against tyrrany. Well, there's a lot of truth in that cliche. Statements like, "Name-calling and a general lack of respect for the opinions of others are a clear indication of insecurity" accurately express the feelings of most of us here. So you see, Camaraderie Ex Moderator's convictions are tinctured with absolutism

[Giulietta]

But then again...

Because many of the things I'm about to say regarding Camaraderie Ex Moderator have already been beaten into the ground, I will try to keep this letter short. For most of the facts I'm about to present, I have provided documentation and urge you to confirm these facts for yourself if you're skeptical. In a similar vein, if we take his doctrines to their logical conclusion, we see that sooner or later, he will devise venom-spouting scams to get money for nothing. Is there, or is there not, a loathsome, recalcitrant plot to calumniate helpless conspiracy theorists, organized through the years by the worst kinds of pharisaical hoodlums there are? The answer to this all-important question is that not only has the plot existed, but it is now on the verge of complete fulfilment.

During the first half of the 20th century, onanism could have been practically identified with credentialism. Today, it is not so clear who can properly be called a callow drug addict. Sadly, in once sense, Camaraderie is correct. If we let him give lunatics control of the asylum, then I will honestly be forced to become clinically depressed. We can divide his grievances into three categories: oligophrenic, obstinate, and addlepated. I have now said everything there is to say. So, to summarize it all, Camaraderie Ex Moderator expresses an exploitative nostalgia for a uniform, unchallenging, homogeneous society that never really existed.

[Giulietta]

Xort...when??

[sailaway21]

Martin and Lewis they ain't. (g)

[camaraderie]

But if you join in Sway...we could be the 3 Stooges!! (g)