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Wobbot, has your BSE-contaminated ol’ brain forgotten *everything*? YOU told ME how to post through AOL.
Oh… brainfart. Like I care. Save the stories for the numpties that believe you.
How about pics mousie, will that satisfy you? C’mon now, your jealously is showing. I have MORE than storys, I have hard facts to prove my life is real. I bet your a quadraplegic…I bet you don’t even have legs nevermind run. Bloody hell! A less than 50% survival rate? Either you’re living in Rwanda or there’s something sadly awry with your DNA, m’boy!
No Roger, the one that died after birth was because of the moms ‘habits’ during pregnancy, and I saw to it she spent time in jail for it. The others never made it to birth. Get it stupid? Huh? I score a point that I didn’t even make?
Well I’m a fair guy, and why should I wait for you to make it, it was my joke, so FO! You read the Northern Lights trilogy by Philip Pullman?
Is that the eskimo guy who wrote that eskimo song "please don’t eat the yellow snow" ?? Weird books.
I bet you’re the expert on "weird books". Every time I see the word ‘daemon’ it reminds me of them.
Too bad you can’t spell it. A central feature of the story is that everyone has a daemon – a spirit in animal form – that follows them around. It can change species until its owner ‘matures’, then it adopts one shape for the remainder of it’s (their) life. Their spirits and personalities are kinda intertwined. Beautiful idea. Hope it’s true.
It is, I’ve been saying it for months now. I wonder what my daemon would be?
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Like I care. Save the stories for the numpties that believe you. How about pics mousie, will that satisfy you? C’mon now, your jealously is showing. I have MORE than storys, I have hard facts to prove my life is real. I bet your a quadraplegic…I bet you don’t even have legs nevermind run. Bloody hell! A less than 50% survival rate? Either you’re living in Rwanda or there’s something sadly awry with your DNA, m’boy! No Roger, the one that died after birth was because of the moms ‘habits’ during pregnancy, and I saw to it she spent time in jail for it. The others never made it to birth. Get it stupid? Huh? I score a point that I didn’t even make? Well I’m a fair guy, and why should I wait for you to make it, it was my joke, so FO! You read the Northern Lights trilogy by Philip Pullman? Is that the eskimo guy who wrote that eskimo song "please don’t eat the yellow snow" ?? Weird books. I bet you’re the expert on "weird books". Every time I see the word ‘daemon’ it reminds me of them. Too bad you can’t spell it. A central feature of the story is that everyone has a daemon – a spirit in animal form – that follows them around. It can change species until its owner ‘matures’, then it adopts one shape for the remainder of it’s (their) life. Their spirits and personalities are kinda intertwined. Beautiful idea. Hope it’s true. It is, I’ve been saying it for months now. I wonder what my daemon would be? Squeak, squeak, squeak…
Well I guess I scared the lil mousie away.
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Wobbot, why can’t I see your reply? I got the emailed version, but I can’t see it on the newsgroup. Perhaps Usenet has begun to automatically flush all the poop down the bowl. Hang on. If that were true you wouldn’t see me either
To answer your request, sorry, I have no piccies. Just a memory of the weekend from hell spent with a grieving wife and four kids trying to sort out his affairs. The two of you are surprisingly similar. You both bailed on your responsibilities, avoided retribution, and demonstrated a backbone of jelly, all the while rationalising your actions as ‘the only reasonable course’. Sad twits.
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Wobbot, why can’t I see your reply?
I requested that AOL block you out to minimize wasted communications. To answer your request, sorry, I have no piccies.
Oh C’mon now, I know you do, brain splatters, a stretched out neck, slashed wrists, all make for great photo opuurtunities, so lets see ‘em. Just a memory of the weekend from hell spent with a grieving wife and four kids trying to sort out his affairs.
I bet you "touched" the kids, and screwed his wife too, didn’t you? The two of you are surprisingly similar.
Well except for one thing…I’m ALIVE LOLOLOL You both bailed on your responsibilities,
Now see you still haven’t elaborated on this little pipe dream of yours. I guess the fact that I only have one son, and your "sources" didn’t even know that, pretty much tells us the depth of your investigation. avoided retribution,
Am I "on the run"? Warrants? Hit men? Bounty hunters? Please tell me so I can move real fast again. and demonstrated a backbone of jelly,
Hmm, this from an anonymous screen name, who lies non-stop? Even after I listed where and when I run, and you won’t even squeak your lil’ mousie name? Gee, I’m really concerned… How about this Rog <BOO LOL, sorry there mousie, go clean out your Depend. all the while rationalising your actions as ‘the only reasonable course’.
WTF kind of drugs are you on? What did I rationalize, and what was th"reasonable course" ? Sad twits.
No, you’re pathetic, not sad.
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Oh C’mon now, I know you do, brain splatters, a stretched out neck, slashed wrists, all make for great photo opuurtunities, so lets see ‘em.
Sorry, batteries failed. Story of my life… I bet you "touched" the kids, and screwed his wife too, didn’t you?
Now, now. Didn’t you get into a pickle with your ISP the last time you went down this route? Well except for one thing…I’m ALIVE LOLOLOL
Y’think? Now see you still haven’t elaborated on this little pipe dream of yours. I guess the fact that I only have one son, and your "sources" didn’t even know that, pretty much tells us the depth of your investigation.
I have no "sources". I pretty much make it up as I go along. What surprises me is how many near hits I score. You fathered a child. To "have one son" would imply that you participated in his upbringing, showed him some degree of affection – even love – and available when he needed you. As you score 0 out of a possible 3 in our ‘being a dad’ test, I feel free to refer to the boy as your offspring rather than your son. What he calls you I can only imagine… Hmm, this from an anonymous screen name, who lies non-stop? Even after I listed where and when I run, and you won’t even squeak your lil’ mousie name?
Wasn’t I outed as ‘Fraser Edwards’ from Edinburgh? How about this Rog <BOO
AAARGH!!! WTF!!! My god, you scared me witless! Don’t you *ever* do that again, y’hear? WTF kind of drugs are you on? What did I rationalize, and what was th"reasonable course" ?
Hey, where’s the point in trying to argue logic with a rabid monkey? I just throw things at your cage to see what rattles you the most. No, you’re pathetic, not sad.
So, I’m Fraser ‘Pathetic’ Edwards from Edinburgh? OK, I can live with that
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LMFAO! Sorry, batteries failed. Story of my life…
Luckily your wife keeps several spares on hand in case "ol’ Caber" runs out to be sure she’s pleasured, since your performance was wholly inadequate except for the obvious reproductive value (if having two severely retarded offspring counts) it seems you could’ve borrowed a few from her. Although I understand it takes her several car batteries wired in unison to get satisfaction, since I left Scotland. Now, now. Didn’t you get into a pickle with your ISP the last time you went down this route?
Oh I did? Please fill me in on the details? But it matters not, because AOL is not my ISP. Let’s see ya figure that one out. Y’think?
Very much so, especially today since I am now in retirement again. I can now devote my every waking moment to you. Well, except when my hoe comes over, then I’ll be offline for 30 minutes or so. I have no "sources". I pretty much make it up as I go along. What surprises me is how many near hits I score.
Or could it be I’ve repeatedly mentioned it on here? And I mentioned it to you in private emails? Especially the BMW he drives, since you obviously suspect I’ve damaged my son in some way. If that were true, it’s hard to imagine him taking three days off of work, leaving his wife and kid (there ya go, abuse/neglect reaps abuse, you got proof) to go spend 3 days drinking, smoking, and whoring around the northeast with his father. BTW Roger, I drove the BMW all weekend… We wanted to take his mini Cooper (similar to the one in the movie with Markie Mark) but it was too small to fit all our gear. You fathered a child.
Last count (with a couple of ‘possibles’ included) was 11, with 5 survivors (you were obviously their Dr). To "have one son" would imply that you participated in his upbringing, showed him some degree of affection – even love – and available when he needed you.
Dead wrong! First, it implys I can’t remember his name, so that point goes to you. But it also implies he is my only male child, and the rest are female. As you score 0 out of a possible 3
Is this an IQ test again???? in our ‘being a dad’ test,
Oh. I feel free to refer to the boy as your offspring rather than your son.
I prefer demon seed. What he calls you I can only imagine…
Dad. never pop, or daddy. Wasn’t I outed as ‘Fraser Edwards’ from Edinburgh?
I thought it was Frasier from the TV show? AAARGH!!! WTF!!! My god, you scared me witless! Don’t you *ever* do that again, y’hear?
REALLY LMFAO! Good one. Hey, where’s the point in trying to argue logic with a rabid monkey?
Please! I’m a rabid APE. I’m far too large to be a monkee of any kind. I just throw things at your cage to see what rattles you the most.
Well then you understand the feces throwing thing, so I shant apologize for it. OK, I can live with that
Naw, follow your friends lead, and overdose on morphine.
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But it matters not, because AOL is not my ISP. Let’s see ya figure that
one out. Wobbot, has your BSE-contaminated ol’ brain forgotten *everything*? YOU told ME how to post through AOL. Especially the BMW he drives, blah…blah….blah
Like I care. Save the stories for the numpties that believe you. Last count (with a couple of ‘possibles’ included) was 11, with 5 survivors (you were obviously their Dr).
Bloody hell! A less than 50% survival rate? Either you’re living in Rwanda or there’s something sadly awry with your DNA, m’boy! Dead wrong! First, it implys I can’t remember his name, so that point goes to you.
Huh? I score a point that I didn’t even make? Crazy game. I prefer demon seed.
You read the Northern Lights trilogy by Philip Pullman? Weird books. Every time I see the word ‘daemon’ it reminds me of them. A central feature of the story is that everyone has a daemon – a spirit in animal form – that follows them around. It can change species until its owner ‘matures’, then it adopts one shape for the remainder of it’s (their) life. Their spirits and personalities are kinda intertwined. Beautiful idea. Hope it’s true. I wonder what my daemon would be?
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I hear TheBilRodgers was sighted fri, sat, and sunday in Plattsburgh Ny. Wonder what he was doing there…
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<< I hear TheBilRodgers was sighted fri, sat, and sunday in Plattsburgh Ny. Wonder what he was doing there… i’ll bite. what? _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo \ - – //
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i’ll bite.
Ouch! what?
I guess if Roidger can bore you, so can I. Running? Vacationing? Swimming in my tent as I camped out? Well the plan was for my son (28YO) and I to go to Maxville, Ontario for The Glengarry Highland Games, but upon approaching the border the weather report was for showers and thunderstorms, not ideal camping weather. So plan 2 was to hold over on the USA side of the border until saturday morning to see what the weather was supposed to be, since we didn’t want to cross the border (that maryjane stuff is still illegal) if it was going to be a washout, So since they said POSSIBLE light showers fri night and more steady rain sat with thunder storms, we decided to camp out near Plattsbugh,NY, cruise around in the beamer fri night and pick up some hoes. BIG MISTAKE! (the camping idea was bad, the hoes was a good idea) So we got a camp site right on the shores of Lake Champlain. My tent was facing the water, about 10 feet from the retaining wall, and with 40 or 50 mph winds coming in, it really looked like tho ocean with 4 foot waves pounding the shore (pics available), but even though it was cloudy and windy, it was warm and muggy, so a swimmin’ we awent! If you walked out to your waist, the crashing waves were over your head, very ocean-like. The trouble started about midnight with the lightning, followed by some very heavy rains, this was grew worse and worse. Luckily a tarp we carry with us for rain emergencys while fishing saved us, when our French Canadian neighbors told us they were going to try putting plastic over their tents to stay dry, so we did, and it saved us. However it was like sleeping in a muggy furnave, to swimming in the sleeping bag would be accurate. Well that’s the first installment, I’m exhausted, and going fishing at 4am, so I’ll type out pt2 tomorow, and it DOES get better too…
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<< Well that’s the first installment, I’m exhausted, and going fishing at 4am, so I’ll type out pt2 tomorow, and it DOES get better too… enjoy yourself. and don’t worry about Pt2 description. my eyes hurt at the moment. _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo \ - – //
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enjoy yourself. and don’t worry about Pt2 description. my eyes hurt at the moment.
Well that’s a step up from Rogers posts, which generally make me puke.
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enjoy yourself. and don’t worry about Pt2 description. my eyes hurt at the moment.
It was the hoes that gotcha, wasn’t it?
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I guess if Roidger can bore you, so can I.
Oh, you can do it soooo much better, as you’re just about to prove… Running? Vacationing? Swimming in my tent as I camped out? Well the plan was for my son (28YO) and I to go to Maxville, Ontario for The Glengarry Highland Games, but upon approaching the border the weather report was for showers and thunderstorms, not ideal camping weather.
Oh, which son is this? One of the ones you deserted? Come, tell, how *do* you make up for never being there for someone? Drink yourself into a screen-watching, usenet-posting nonentity? So plan 2 was to hold over on the USA side of the border until saturday morning to see what the weather was supposed to be, since we didn’t want to cross the border (that maryjane stuff is still illegal) if it was going to be a washout,
You really, REALLY, define everything that’s wrong with the non-working, working classes of the world. So since they said POSSIBLE light showers fri night and more steady rain sat with thunder storms, we decided to camp out near Plattsbugh,NY, cruise around in the beamer fri night and pick up some hoes.
Yunno, I believe you, I really do. However, ho’s, my dear Wobbot, are too good for a man like you. Any ho – displaying the natural instict for survival that most posses – would, on sight of your slovenly and decrepit frame, leg it post-haste in the oppoite direction. There are some things that *no* woman would do for money. and it DOES get better too…
Wobbot. A story must have many things. Good things to include are sentences, punctuation, descriptive words, and an interesting tale. If you can make the characters believable, so much the better. You’ve succeeded in the latter. Unfortunately, this renders the rest of the story pointless because you’re such an arse that NO-ONE CARES.
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Oh, you can do it soooo much better, as you’re just about to prove…
Without a doubt. Oh, which son is this? One of the ones you deserted?
Gee, I guess if your info was correct, you’d know I only have one. I guess he’s the one who graduated HS in 3 years, now drives a BMW, and has a great life, that one? Is that the one I "deserted" LOLOL Come, tell, how *do* you make up for never being there for someone?
You have anal sex with them. It worked for you with your kids. Drink yourself into a screen-watching, usenet-posting nonentity?
Hmm, since I don’t drink (ok, I did drink 1 and a 1/2 wine coolers over the three days, but that was just to look cool in front of the hoes) I must assume you’ve gone horribly wrong on your intelligence reports. Did GWB or Tony Blair advise you? You really, REALLY, define everything that’s wrong with the non-working, working classes of the world.
I was kidding Rog! Maryjanes legal in CND. Yunno, I believe you, I really do. However, ho’s, my dear Wobbot, are too good for a man like you. Any ho – displaying the natural instict for survival that most posses – would, on sight of your slovenly and decrepit frame, leg it post-haste in the oppoite direction. There are some things that *no* woman would do for money.
You obviously need crack over there. It’s a johns best friend, since crack came around the prices of hoes went down by 2/3′rds, and they’ll do anything for $5 (prolly 12 squid in your area). Wobbot. A story must have many things. Good things to include are sentences, punctuation, descriptive words, and an interesting tale. If you can make the characters believable, so much the better. You’ve succeeded in the latter. Unfortunately, this renders the rest of the story pointless because you’re such an arse that NO-ONE CARES.
Why DID you kill your asrsehole friend Roger? C’mon, spill it. We know it’s your fault the piece of trash is dead, so tell us the truth and you’ll feel better. We feel the worlds a better place without a big pile of dog poop like that stinking up the world. I bet he blamed you in the note too. Tell me, did he blow his brains out? Got pics of the splatter? I like that stuff.
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