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will all Cave Persons please assemble here and will brenner please tell us where we should go next?? and somebody go get the rodent and fishperson?? thank you.
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Is this supposed to be like some Dead Poets Society thing?
Carmen, may I present Michael O'Leary (nephi) -- (Michael, do you play the accordion?)
brenner, presenting me to Yet One More Irishman was not a good idea....
But this one is Young.
(I hope that it's not some sort of cannibalism society . . . . )
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I wonder just how many terrorist-poet-accordion-playing groups there are in this country. :-o
dear ajax, we are Numberless...
The scientific name for fear of the accordion is "Welkophobia".
I'm sure we're all delighted to find that out, remmers... :-)
<<how lilmomania? what's that??>> <g>
Do you grexers have a program like "post' that allows a user to post to a topic from the shell?
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where is the rodent? where is he whom my Keds loveth?
Hmm.. <sidhe opts to study the species further, before offically commenting>
if you are a member of the sidhe, you can bring the rodent. go get him.
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O great, though slightly confusing gods of the terrorist accordion, tell me more...
(now linked to the accordion conference)
(. . . who is the rodent . . . ?)
when the rodent comes, then i will begin to play
Stopit. Play now.
This topic is boring the second time around. (Not too stimulating the FIRST time.)
no.
waiting for rodent
by ionesco
I'm afraid she's right
<Sidhe examines his notes, finds no inconsistencies, but no real
solidites either, and writes off the bunch as a fluke in the standard
flow of Potential>
Oh, well..
go read THE TALE OF RED HANRAHAN by William Butler Years in his collection of irish folktalkes.
if it is a rodent you seek, look along the banks of the swiftly flowing orinoco river, and you shall find them
Did someone say "River?" Hurr hurr hurr!
the river is wide
i cannot cross o'er and neither have i wings to fly...
but give me a condon and astroglide, and we shall fly, my love and i
This unending search for rodents is sick. Real sick. Believe me I know sick. I'm Irish.
(Pssst! Humdog, Another one!)
Hey! I'm Irish, too!
(I told her, remember?) In cyberspace, everyone is...etc
Speaking of which, Brenner my love, when we last had tea, with Thanne, remember, at the ever so refined Huntington Library tea room, did you offer me even a single strumpet? You did not. You are obviously toying with my affections. Where's Thanne? I need to talk with her.
She has declined to join us here, fair one. Shall I wear my black jumper on Friday? or a suit?
Wear the sexy one.
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