> The moving finger of revjack wrote and then moved on:
> >Any questions?
>
> Where are the snows of yesteryear?
OU SONT LES NEIGEDEN D'ANTAN??
> Why has it suddenly gotten so cold,
"IT'S SO COLD!" screamed the bombadier!
> And how long will it take to get nethack compiled?
Is there a NEW VERSION out??
> The weight of all these questions combined,
> I fear will crush my un-cubical mind.
CUBE IT UP BABY! CUBE UP YOUR BRANE AND SEND IT TO ALASKA!
--
cheers
Beable van Polasm
Perl 6 will give you the big knob. -- Larry Wall
http://beable.com
How cold is it ?
--
pete
It was so cold?
You know that hose, for in the turret?
To wash him out of with?
They had to use _hot_ water.
MIXING UP TWO WORKS OF ANTI-WAR LITERATURE!!!
d0UbLE pL0nk!!! (ONE FOR EACH)
--
Kevin S. Wilson
Tech Writer at a University Somewhere in Idaho
"You can safely ignore Kevin in order to
maximise life's experience." --A. Loon, in alt.religion.kibology
> aswe...@midway.uchicago.edu (Plorkwort) writes:
>
>> The moving finger of revjack wrote and then moved on:
>> >Any questions?
>>
>> Where are the snows of yesteryear?
>
> OU SONT LES NEIGEDEN D'ANTAN??
>
>> Why has it suddenly gotten so cold,
>
> "IT'S SO COLD!" screamed the bombadier!
>
"Who's taken the all the parachutes!" screamed Yossarian
--
Tim Chmielewski, Webmaster, Human Edge Software, Australia
====
The opinions expressed in this post are not necessarily those of my
employer.
====
NOt NOTICING I TYPEd IT WITH MY EYELIDS!!!!
TURMBO TRIPL333PLOMK!!!
PLONK TO MAINTAIN NETTIQUETE!!!!!!
COURTESY PLONK!!!!!
Ja-please-and-thankyou-flames-mes
--
James Vandenberg Email: james at vandenberg.dropbear.id.au
GPG FP= 65AB 179A D884 EDC6 216D FE6A 6833 02BC 4425 4F70
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur. ICQ: 151135390
Beware! Sometimes forks and candles fall from the sky.
It doesn't mean a thing but just had this strange urge to say it.
None can subsist on Desire,
Ivy seeks the moon,
Yestersnows are gutter flows,
A tineless fork's a spoon.
You gotta fill your head's round bowl
With stuff that makes brains fat,
The north end's turned away from Sol,
And hell if I know that.
Horse foot count is quantized,
Rhizome begs for bread,
She had that raven with a side of fries,
You should play Rogue instead.
Even cubeheads find themselves facing
Collapse due to lack of diagonal bracing.
-r.
--
Gidget gooses goat
Goat gnaws goggles
Goggles gag Gidget
> None can subsist on Desire,
> Ivy seeks the moon,
> Yestersnows are gutter flows,
> A tineless fork's a spoon.
>
> You gotta fill your head's round bowl
> With stuff that makes brains fat,
> The north end's turned away from Sol,
> And hell if I know that.
>
> Horse foot count is quantized,
> Rhizome begs for bread,
> She had that raven with a side of fries,
> You should play Rogue instead.
>
> Even cubeheads find themselves facing
> Collapse due to lack of diagonal bracing.
I bet this would sound really good if sung by cats wearing
viking helmets and waving axes around.
I can see that I am going to have to buy a walkway's worth of bricks,
have the Acme brick company engrave them for me, and have Tom fly over
here in his tight 501's to make an ARK poetry walk of fame.
--
Paula
"It's tough when you get to that point in your life when
you have to admit that you will never be the man you once
thought you were." My Dad
> Because I said so.
Tyler stamps her feet, screams "YOU NEVER LET ME HAVE ANY FUN"!!!
And marches up to her bedroom where she slams the door.
> Any questions?
You heard the sounds of sobbing mixed with Tyger scratching at the
door.
> You know the answer.
I wanna play! I wanna play like a five year old wants to drive the
car. But this rhyming Jeopardy stuff is too damn hard. So it's not a
poem and by the way, I never even TRIED to make it a poem. Ranjit,
you fucker.
> None can subsist on Desire,
What's to a cannibal what a vegan's to a vegetarian?
> Ivy seeks the moon,
Who disturbed dinner's grave?
> Yestersnows are gutter flows,
Why can't we go rocket skiing again, Dad?
> A tineless fork's a spoon.
What's wrong with Vanessa's wanger?
> You gotta fill your head's round bowl
> With stuff that makes brains fat,
Your exquisite Uncle Titus
is worth a spot of encephalitis
> The north end's turned away from Sol,
How's Mom?
> And hell if I know that.
Why do my goldfish limp?
> Horse foot count is quantized,
Why can't old Plegic cantrop?
> Rhizome begs for bread,
Why won't my mushrooms heel?
> She had that raven with a side of fries,
I think my sunflower developed a taste for moon.
> You should play Rogue instead.
None of these soccer jerseys has an @, which one of us is me?
> Even cubeheads find themselves facing
> Collapse due to lack of diagonal bracing.
I freed my Bonsai Kitty,
why won't he pounce?
Who gooses the goosemen?
--
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell. - Emily Dickinson
Everyone who saw that, please report to the debriefing room for mallet
therapy so your memory can be made clean again. Thank you.