I shan't bow, sweetie - but I shall be wondrously glad!
I hate having the most posts.
Go Gus!
And another. (just gained one on you)
The bunny is a compulsive poster . . . you'll think you've caught up . . .
And the evil bunny will scurry ahead in a sudden blaze of toss-off lines and non sequiturs . . .
There is no hope for you Milo . . . sorry, Gus . . . you will forever languish in the shadow of the Cunning Coney . . .
Will you look at her quasi innocent expression?
I'm not fooled, as i'm sure you're not . . .
IS THAT A BRAND NEW RABBIT HUTCH I SEE OUT ON THE PORCH ? wITH FRESH STRAW, NICE SHINEY MESH WIRE AND A SECURE LOCK TO KEEP OUT THE FOXES
The Stone Cutter's Song (courtesy, the Simpsons)
Who controls the British Crown?
Who keeps the metric system down?
We do, we do.
Who keeps Atlantis off the maps?
Who keeps the Martians under wraps?
We do, we do.
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?
We do, we do.
Who robs cave fish of their sight?
Who rigs every Oscar night?
We do, we do!
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.
Nice man that Mr Schulz
Dlowan, help me. I feel ill, and..... I don't know, maybe violated. I haven't been myself all day. I've been wandering around in a fog ever since I read this...
Webpage Title
Who knows? Perhaps Cappy will bear it, perhaps not.
Hello . . . Hello ? ? ?
Cunning Coney needed in Aisle Five.
Oh, I think Gus will be fine - he eats his capybaras - at least the mean ones.
Dlowan, I'm afraid I have some bad news. I was just hanging around in the chat room with some of the boys from A2K. There was quite a crowd and some of them were drinking quite heavily, but the conversation was brisk and courteous. Until your name was mentioned. Someone was talking about the various characters on the site and he mentioned the name Dlowan. Silence. Then an uncomfortable murmur ran through the crowd... Dlowan, Dlowan, Dlowan.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" a drunken Irishman yelled, "Always making fun of the Irish!" An equally intoxicated American yelled from the corner, "Yeah, she's always picking on the Americans too!"
Pretty soon the room was alive with anger and shouting. It was a mob scene. Finally, one of the guys (I think he was from Brazil) screamed at the top of his lungs, "LET'S GET 'ER BOYS!"
They all stormed out of the room, most of them carrying torches, but one guy had a rope.
I was alone. Alone and scared in the empty chat room. Scared for both of us. Because I knew I had to warn you, and if the word gets out that I came to your aid.... they'll kill me.
My advice: Run, run as fast and as far as you can. Couldn't you hide among the aborigines for a few weeks until this whole thing blows over? You must know some of the "bush people." Surely they will hide you.
Be careful.... they're on the way.
Gus
Oh, Gus, you and I against the world - I feel quite safe.
And I have tactical nukes.
settle down.
Hey - Oz and you American folk are in the same day! As are the Brits! Wow!
"Important: Capybaras (carpinchos) are, by nature, aggressive animals. That's why, even when they grow up in a hatchery, there can be marks in the leather (still, it's a BRAND NEW product). These marks are typical and don't affect its quality."
Ha! What a load of crap...peeps will believe anything if it comes as a cheap leather bag....isn't the point of fine leather to NOT have marks on it? That is why it is mostly made from cows, who are docile. I love how the marks "don't affect it's quality".
