Bowie is dead. Evidently I am not. Shit happens. Not my fault it either case.
More to the point, roff is not dead. Some would say that's not my fault either.
O.k.
It does appear to be somewhat moribund, though.
What's a boy gonna do?
Well, let's see......hm.....
I recently took a CPR course. I passed. I am now officially certified to breath
new life into a more or less dead body. Gratifying. Sort of.
The trouble is that all that chest thumping and tongueless mouth to mouth stuff
does no one any good at all if it's me and the stiff till death do us
part. If
nobody else ever shows up and the corpus indifferentus continues to just
lie
there inert and silent, the fun pales after a while. If a few spectators
DO show
up but do nothing but whine about the litter, that doesn't really do
anyone much
good either.
My advice?
Do not poke the piles of poo with your fingers. Do not tease your handicapped
brethren any more than is absolutely compelled by common sense and a
finely honed
sense of decorum. Do not insert very hot things into your bodily
cavities.
Hm......oh yeah, and don't believe everything you think.
Um.....on second thought, never mind that bit about hot things. Your business.
I couldn't care less. On the other hand (so to speak) no one has ever
gone amiss
by being careful about what moves into or out of his or her mouth.
Soiled fingertips on a keyboard are, needless to say (one would hope for
no
apparent good reason), impossible to distinguish from common oral vomitus
in a
text only medium. If you MUST puke, do it elsewhere.
g.
oh, what the hell.....go ahead and poke the piles of poo.....but don't
bother to
bitch to me about what it smells like. no.....wait.....never mind. tell
me all
about it.....in great detail.....yeah, that sounds like fun :)
Bowie is dead. Evidently I am not. Shit happens. Not my fault it either case.silent, the fun pales after a while. If a few spectators DO show up but do nothing but whine about the litter, that doesn't really do anyone much good either.
More to the point, roff is not dead. Some would say that's not my fault either.
O.k.
It does appear to be somewhat moribund, though.
What's a boy gonna do?
Well, let's see......hm.....
I recently took a CPR course. I passed. I am now officially certified to breath new life into a more or less dead body. Gratifying. Sort of.
The trouble is that all that chest thumping and tongueless mouth to mouth stuff does no one any good at all if it's me and the stiff till death do us part. If nobody else ever shows up and the corpus indifferentus continues to just lie there inert and
My advice?yeah, and don't believe everything you think.
Do not poke the piles of poo with your fingers. Do not tease your handicapped brethren any more than is absolutely compelled by common sense and a finely honed sense of decorum. Do not insert very hot things into your bodily cavities. Hm......oh
Um.....on second thought, never mind that bit about hot things. Your business. I couldn't care less. On the other hand (so to speak) no one has ever gone amiss by being careful about what moves into or out of his or her mouth.
Soiled fingertips on a keyboard are, needless to say (one would hope for no apparent good reason), impossible to distinguish from common oral vomitus in a text only medium. If you MUST puke, do it elsewhere.
g.
oh, what the hell.....go ahead and poke the piles of poo.....but don't bother to bitch to me about what it smells like. no.....wait.....never mind. tell me all about it.....in great detail.....yeah, that sounds like fun :)
That's all well and good, but how's the fishing?
What a hoot!
g.
On Sat, 23 Jan 2016 08:16:14 -0800 (PST), giles <g_goatboy@yahoo.com> wrote: >[...]Me and a couple of other guys are currently in the early planning stage of a project to convert a couple hundred pounds of Lake Michigan beach sand into steel using a fifty-five gallon drum, a bunch of refractory clay, and a few pounds ofthermite.
What a hoot!
g.
Wait - you can make steel out of beach sand now?
That just sounds wrong, but then again, I know nothing about Lake Michigan "beach sand".
Carry on...
/daytripper (who doesn't quite know what to make of all this activity here...;)
/daytripper (who doesn't quite know what to make of all this activity here...;)
"daytripper" <day_trippr@REMOVEyahoo.com> wrote in message news:7f5babpjrmhgl7j3pi5f2jvfejpt3ulgv3@4ax.com...
/daytripper (who doesn't quite know what to make of all this activity here...;)
He just wants to be the last poster and is hiding his real motive with drivel...
On Sunday, January 24, 2016 at 9:29:36 PM UTC-6, daytripper wrote:thermite.
On Sat, 23 Jan 2016 08:16:14 -0800 (PST), giles <g_goatboy@yahoo.com> wrote: >> >[...]Me and a couple of other guys are currently in the early planning stage of a project to convert a couple hundred pounds of Lake Michigan beach sand into steel using a fifty-five gallon drum, a bunch of refractory clay, and a few pounds of
What a hoot!
g.
Wait - you can make steel out of beach sand now?
That just sounds wrong, but then again, I know nothing about Lake Michigan >> "beach sand".
Carry on...
/daytripper (who doesn't quite know what to make of all this activity
here...;)
Well, you can't exactly make steel out of sand. But this particular stretch of beach sand is distinctly rust colored. Rust color strongly suggests rust, which in turn.....well, you get it.
At the end of the day, what matters is that we get to play with thermite. Could anyone who passed on the opportunity possibly be considered sane? Would Franklin have passed? The Curies?
g.
who thinks not
lol! Ok, I get it. I've watched railroad crews use thermite to weld rails and it was exciting enough that I can see the attraction.
Have fun with that!
/daytripper (but leave the adult beverages at home ;)
On Monday, January 25, 2016 at 4:36:07 AM UTC-6, Nogood Boyo wrote:logic and figured out how it encapsulates why you are forever doomed to a life of being a cheap source of mild amusement to the majority, and a mild annoyance to a few hopeless idealists.
"daytripper" <day_trippr@REMOVEyahoo.com> wrote in message
news:7f5babpjrmhgl7j3pi5f2jvfejpt3ulgv3@4ax.com...
/daytripper (who doesn't quite know what to make of all this activity
here...;)
He just wants to be the last poster and is hiding his real motive with
drivel...
I like shallow thinkers......they're more fun than juggling flaming kittens. Here's a little exercise you might want to try. Take a few days to dissect your latest ejaculation, included above. Come back when you've identified the gaping hole in your
Think about it.....what do you really have left to lose?
g.
I suspect he never found the hole. Oh, well.
Russell
Feeling nostalgic. (And silly. Didn't really want to send Wolfgang a
personal message. Call it USENET rust.)
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