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Post by sumgai on Oct 19, 2007 18:08:43 GMT -5
Yes, another year has bitten the dust for Maxx, our resident Italian question monger. Hey, Maxx, don't drink it all in one night man, there's more where that came from! ;D sumgai
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Post by Ripper on Nov 2, 2007 12:13:55 GMT -5
Sumgai... Am I missing something?
Please be kind in your response! ;D
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Post by sumgai on Nov 2, 2007 15:00:10 GMT -5
deep, Oct 19th was Maxx's birthday, so I purloined the title of an old Golden Earring tune. Perhaps in your defense, you likely didn't notice 'cause you were probably busy repeating the mantra "get over it, you bloody sods, there's no point in fighing a 400 year old war", no doubt brought on by Chris's 'telly tax' question. ;D sumgai
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Post by ChrisK on Nov 9, 2007 19:12:07 GMT -5
Mumbly peg.
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Post by sumgai on Nov 10, 2007 2:29:27 GMT -5
Nothing to see here, folks, it's just ol' Nine-toes Kikta, ruminating about the days when he was a bit more spry. Move along now, that's a good chap.
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Post by wolf on Nov 10, 2007 15:19:00 GMT -5
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
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Post by ChrisK on Nov 11, 2007 18:00:01 GMT -5
Of course, any knowledgeable response verifies set inclusion.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mame raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son, The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the jubjub bird, and shun The frumious bandersnatch.' He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought. Then rested he by the tum-tum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjious day! Calooh! Calay!' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
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