>This should solve my slide rule deficiency problem for several years to
>come.
I looked real quick, but couldn't find my slide rule. There's a small
abacus hanging on the wall, though, for emergencies....
>For the record, I am 33 and used my faithful slide rule in high-school
>chemistry and physics, before taking up with a Texas Instrument hand-held
>scientific calculator when I departed for college in the fall of 1975.
I have a TI SR-50A on the shelf, and a SR-52 still in its' box, if you
get to missing those.....
--
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The Chairman of the Board and the CFO speak for SCI. I'm neither.
"Quit while you're ahead. All the best gamblers do." Baltasar Gracian
Note that this is a veiled "I Was A Child Prodigy" claim. College at
15? Big deal. As a neonate, I scribbled an attempt at a proof of
Fermat's conjecture in some excreta that had leaked from my diaper.
(Alas, the proof was severely flawed and I was soundly beaten by my
mom, who always took my failures kinda hard.)
--
Mike McNally : m...@tivoli.com : Day Laborer : Tivoli Systems : Austin, TX
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Remember that all experimentation does not produce extrapolated results.
- k. pisichko
>Note that this is a veiled "I Was A Child Prodigy" claim. College at
That wasn't the shocking part, to me.
Clifton was one of the few people I thought I could count on here to
be older than I am.
Of course, I thought Boutell was AARP bait until I met him.
for the record, I will be 34 next month, and departed for college in
the fall of 1977. Passed up early entry to DePauw (HAW HAW HAW @@##@
JUST LIKE DAN QUAYLE!! ##@@#) and decided to have a life instead.
Of course, none of this is as traumatic as the open mike I went to
Saturday night, at which I asked one of my friends, "How come they're
playing everything so goddamn fast?", and he had no idea what I was
talking about.
Kids. That's what I get for hanging with people younger than my baby
brother.
jkc
Joe V.
: If I read this correctly, Pop Clifton graduated from high school
: at the age of 15. Awesome. Probably took a cheerleader to the prom.
: Whatta stud.
Stud indeed. I'm glad to be married to a man of such talent and
experience -- though so far as I know, his experiences do not include
promming with cheerleaders.
--
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"It's hard to dress noodles properly when they are riddled with big
wads of themselves." -- Mollie Katzen
chevyn
[ answer me. ]
mc auley
--
'You know when you put a stick in the water and it looks like it's bent
but it's not? <pause> That's why I don't take baths.' --- Steven Wright
Too bad, i had pegged you as the cheerleader ty-- Wait a minute. The
Pope is MARRIED?
5150
what next? someone going to tell me that cj is female?
--
head at your feet / fool to your crown
fist on my plate / swallowed it down
enmity gaged / united by fear
tried to endure / what i could not forgive
You aren't kidding, Karen. I've done a little research and I've
discovered Pope Clifton was born Nov 20, 1962, which means he was 14 years
of age, and not 15, both when he graduated from high school and when he
matriculated into Stanford with a Dow Chemical sponsored National Merit
Scholarship.
He received his Bachelor of Science degree with High Academic Honors
at 16, and a Ph.D.in Advanced Engineering two years later. Upon graduation
he was offered fasttrack positions with both N.S.A. and NASA, but turned both
down with regrets because they would have interfered with his long-standing
habit of flying his pristine and beloved '41 Hurricane to Ames, Iowa on
weekends to help work the family farm.
You've hooked a winner Ms. Lofstrom; don't you dare throw this one
back. I wish you kids all the best.
Joe V.
This should solve my slide rule deficiency problem for several years to
come.
For the record, I am 33 and used my faithful slide rule in high-school
chemistry and physics, before taking up with a Texas Instrument hand-held
scientific calculator when I departed for college in the fall of 1975.
This has been a brief factual announcement. We now return you to your
regularly scheduled programming.
-- Clifton
--
clif...@netcom.com Clifton Royston, Pope of the CotSG in Paradise
"Each one's special truth is a game of solitaire in which one must quickly
choose one's cards from among all the others and without ever having seen
them before." -- Andre Breton
Heh. Count your blessings. Hanging out with people younger than *my*
baby brother would get you a prison term.
Caitlin
I guess I made a few people feel insecure. I guess telling the actual truth
about my life was just too uncool. I GUESS a few people feel I should just
LIE about all of the details of my LIFE, rather than take the chance that
some little academically-obsessed WORM out there might REACT BADLY.
Well you can just kiss that idea goodbye, kids. I'm not out to impress
anyone, because I have faith in the people here who I really care about. I
have faith that they will accept my going to college early, exactly as they
accept Gypsy's proud claim to have dropped out of 10th grade. I have faith
that they will never be impressed by anything as quintessentially stupid as
the age I graduated from some grade. I have faith that they know me well
enough to expect that I am not trying to impress them. I have faith that
they will recognize my attempts to bear true witness to my own life, whether
or not they understand them.
Anyone stupid enough to be impressed by academic credentials, or labels like
"child prodigy", would do well to keep their mouths shut until the feeling
passes. Anyone double-stupid enough to blame me for his own insecure
reaction can just fuck off. As long as you read t.b, you will be repeatedly
affronted by the presence of intelligent people.
Now a few words for those who proved affrontable.
Mike McNally (m...@vail.uucp) wrote:
: clif...@netcom.com (Pope Clifton) writes:
: >For the record, I am 33...I departed for college in the fall of 1975.
: Note that this is a veiled "I Was A Child Prodigy" claim. College at
: 15? Big deal. As a neonate, I scribbled an attempt at a proof of
Congratulations, Mike. You've solved an addition and subtraction word
problem that would challenge the average third-grader, AND you worked in a
seventh-grade vocabulary challenge word. We're very impressed. Now fuck
off, dear.
vande...@inland.com wrote:
This one really worries me. You actually went to the trouble of making an
elaborate fantasy of ridiculous claims you wanted to attribute to me --
yet the claims you thought preposterous were not far off the truth.
What better than truth as a response, then?
: You aren't kidding, Karen. I've done a little research and I've
: discovered Pope Clifton was born Nov 20, 1962, which means he was 14 years
: of age, and not 15,
You fail the 3rd grade math problem. The facts said 15; I'm not prone to
lie about my life.
: when he graduated from high school and when he
I never graduated as such; skipped from 11th grade into college. They
gave me a graduation certificate a year later.
: matriculated into Stanford
No, the U. of Chicago, accurately described as "like the 9th circle of
hell", even for the mature. Even less fun for a paranoid loner neurotic
adolescent.
: with a Dow Chemical sponsored National Merit
: Scholarship.
Since you brought it up, yes, I was awarded a National Merit Scholarship
which I never used because the U. of C. paid my tuition the first three
years. You can check this in the Ann Arbor papers for the spring of 1975.
After I had a nervous breakdown and dropped out, I had to pay my own way
for the senior year. (Programming for Argonne Labs, later for U.C.
Library Systems.)
...
Here the fantasy diverges. By the time I graduated, at 20, I had a very
indifferent grade average, was disgusted with the thought of further life
in academia, had decided I was not cut out to be a mathematician, and had
been convinced of the worthlessness of my own creative powers. U. of C.
tends to do that to people; in my case it took almost 10 years to wear
off. Fortunately I had become fond of the craft of computer programming.
I'll finish that story some other time.
: Joe V.
As I've said, Joe, most regulars here in t.b have strong egos, and won't be
bothered by my little history; many have their own impressive tales. If
it does bother you, though, feel free to die in any way you find
expedient. I recommend a running jump into an active volcano.
fuck 'em all, yer holiness. fuck 'em all.
not even worth your attention.
just for the record, i got KICKED out of
high school in the *11th* grade. of course
i did make it to the 11th grade a little
earlier than most people, but i wouldn't
want anyone to think i was fucking BRAGGING
or anything. hell, i got nothing to brag
about.
hell, while we're opening the records, let
me add that the school system wanted to
accelerate me *5 years* out of fucking
kindergarden, but my parents wouldn't go
for it because they were afraid i wouldn't
make any friends. ha fucking ha.
it's all true. there but for the grace of
some obstructive asshole go i.
you think YOU piss off the insecure little
fucks, just think how much they hate ME. i'm
their worst fucking nightmare. i got brains,
talent, and tits to spare, and i'm not doing
a goddamn thing with any of it.
i could've been you. i could've been any of
the overpaid ex-prodigies who hang out here.
hell, it's OUR GROUP. there's more potential
being wasted here in t.b every day than is
possessed by the entire fucking graduating
class of any given ivy league university.
there are two reasons i get away with spewing
about my life here: one, i have a talent for
making everyday occurrences sound strange and
interesting, and two, i have tits, so i get
a lot of slack.
what i don't have is a point. i think i had
one when i started, but now i'm just disgusted.
gimme a second to think up a new one.
okay, here's a point: nothing those pathetic,
insecure little fucks think means a goddamn
thing. don't worry about it. we're superior.
they're probably so excited to have aroused
the attention of a net.god at all that they're
still creaming in their fruit of the looms. no
one who matters is going to think less of you
for admitting to a larger than average cranial
capacity. christ, what are you supposed to do,
lie? get that bushel off your head, boy!
m
--
"INside I'm CRAWLING with TENDERMINTS but OUTside all HOO-RAW!" - Pogo
L.
I have never been so close to unsubscribing to this group. First we have
CJ tearing her blouse because people like her stuff so much that they steal
it (and using this as an excuse why she didn't write something new, original,
and devastatingly brilliant for anti-suck day). Mjd tells me I'm
a humorless idiot by email because I posted a moron-gram [tm] at him in
counterattack to a cute one-liner of his. Half the net snipes at one of
my heroes because he let slip his age. And finally, moxie does a superior
dance because she has such a large brain and takes pride in not using it.
A quick reality check folks - When you are your own loudest cheerleader,
you might see fit to wonder where the rest of the parade is. *
P.S. Before you post a "who the hell are you" response, check the
headers. Any reply would be redundant anyway.
P.P.S. Merry Christmas.
--
* PV I have no comment.
oh, don't get yer panties all in a bunch.
you just don't GET it, paul. you don't
GET it at ALL, DO you?
what makes YOU think that YOU are so
superior that we'll all leap from our
seats begging you to stay if you threaten
to unsubscribe?
JEEzus.
pot, kettle, head, KLANG KLANG KLANG
KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG.
Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy. Ya can *still* be a contenda!
Jes' put da cork in da bottle, babe! I did, an'
look at me: net worth--$150K + happy, joyous, an' free!
Available, too.
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North Carolina at Chapel Hill, the Campus Office for Information
Technology, or the Experimental Bulletin Board Service.
internet: laUNChpad.unc.edu or 152.2.22.80
...and OH, so white.
>>look at me: net worth--$150K + happy, joyous, an' free!
>>Available, too.
>
>...and OH, so white.
I'm sponsoring a black guy. Half the time I can't
understand what he's saying. Why can't they speak Engrish?
P.S., I have a 12-inch face and interesting scars on my dick.
I don't wear blouses, shithead. And I didn't write
anything brilliant and new for anti-suck day because
I haven't had any brilliant & new ideas for a while.
As I mentioned on t.b at the time, oh semi-literate wank.
Unsubscribe. Make my fucking day. Whine elsewhere.
---
c j silverio
Now you owe Matthew $2.25.
Mark "Booooks" Lippert
1. i read that as: 'i have a 12 inch dildo ...' and
2. i have been replying less and less to posts. i am trying NOT
to become like 'woody' [ actually i think of him as 'woodsy owl,
{ note to woody: he's an american cartoon character similar to
barney. 'give a hoot, don't pollute!' (pretty lame)}]
ps;
i have been inform that someone else is/was dr. sex ,therefore,
i'll changw my signature to ...oh, i don't know ... how about:
fuckin'shit
--
if one falls on you
we just stick a dildo up your ass
and call rawjah.
stu...@eris.umb.edu
I know what all of you are capable of. I've read some truly brilliant stuff
on talk.bizarre. It is dissapointing that to get to the good stuff you have
to read through a lot of petty bickering and outright ugliness. And Chevyn
ain't so great either. But at least I can killfile him, assured that I won't
miss the sort of thing I wished for when I started reading the group.
We are all flawed people, that's just life. I regret naming specific people
like they are the sole source of my dissatisfaction. In one case it isn't
even true. I've already told CJ what I think of the issue I mentioned (and
that the stuff of hers that I liked wasn't the stealable material anyway), but
it was such a poignant example of the group's general malaise that I had to
mention it. Just what is accomplished by postured flaming? Is it really
supposed to buy you any respect? What is this, baboon island? *
No shit.
SILENCE, AMOEBA.
5150
you haven't had a brilliant and/or new idea since you figured out how
to suck on your mom's breast
just realized that i am one of the few people who can legitimately say
that the net owes me money.
oh, the humanity
BoB
teCh
concept usury, reasonable rates
--
if one falls on you,
we just carve your name on it
and leave it there...
mle...@wetware.com
] In article <cavenewtC...@netcom.com>,
] James F Small Jr <cave...@netcom.com> wrote:
] >In article <ceejCIo...@netcom.com> ce...@netcom.com (C J Silverio) writes:
] >>I haven't had any brilliant & new ideas for a while.
] >No shit.
]
] SILENCE, AMOEBA.
]
] 5150
] you haven't had a brilliant and/or new idea since you figured out how
] to suck on your mom's breast
all right.
godDAMN it.
stop bickering, get your helmet back on and goddamit get OUT there.
be brilliant if you can,
suck if you must,
but POST.
so long as it isn't COMPLETE shit, posting of ANY SIGNIFICANT QUALITY will
drive out the drek. it WORKS. i KNOW.
je-ZUZ.
BoB
teCh
g'head, CALL me out on it. i'll drive your self-pitying ass into the
tarmac with ONE WELL-PLACED SHOT. I'll out think, out post, and out create
any SEVEN of you wallowing-in-your-own-writer's-block types. it AIN'T hard,
as my friend from Eaton would say... and DON'T sit there with your eyes
all big and say "oh no, BoB, i can't flame you, you're too much of a
net.god to do that..." for GOD's sake what are you supposed to do when
you meet the goddam budda? RIGHT. flame the bejeezuz out of me, but do
it RIGHT.
show some goddam intestinal fortitude and STOMP the unbelieving scum into
enlightenment.
i need a drink.
At work, plugged into the Discman, listening to the velvet
underground LIVE MCMXCII. Some kinda love.
>* PV I have no comment.
I'm Waiting For The Man.
--Blair
"680V, 790M; 720V, 800Q, 800A;
talked my way outta the USArmy;
got my BSEE in 3-1/2 yrs; poised
to be the architect of Interactive
Television; married my biggest fan.
Envy me. A lot."
Jolly good.
>i am trying NOT
>to become like 'woody' [ actually i think of him as 'woodsy owl,
>{ note to woody: he's an american cartoon character similar to
>barney. 'give a hoot, don't pollute!' (pretty lame)}]
>
And who is barney?
L.
>ps;
> i have been inform that someone else is/was dr. sex ,therefore,
> i'll changw my signature to ...oh, i don't know ... how about:
>
>fuckin'shit
>
Good choice.
I'm still waiting for her to break your ankles.
5150
Don't get me started! Suffice it to say that when the O.M. went to 'Nam for
the first time I got stuck in the Floridian shitbox of Green Cove Springs.
Even the teachers had to take their shoes off for the math lessons.
Somehow I had a hard time taking the second grade seriously when I was doing
my fifth grade babysitter's homework for her. (That way she'd let me stay up
late and watch Star Trek.)
The following year we ended up in Augusta, Georgia. Assholes put me in the
retard's class. (and I was still doing the babysitter's homework). During
class I'd write poems about burning the school and drowning my teacher. I'd
independently discovered negative numbers and was developing algebra:
I got detention for not paying attention to the lesson on adding two digit
numbers to one digit numbers.
southern schools sucked when I lived there.
.max
Tell me, blair, is it HARD to be as stupid as you are when you're
so fucking brilliant?
jkc (want some pictures of your biggest fan?)
fuckin'shit
things we learn:
the education process in the southern states is not always conducive
to those whose learning abilities are above the norm.
no that this gives ANYONE the right to act like a twit.
BoB
teCh
accellerated forward 2 grades, lost records when moved to rural tennessee,
put in regular classes, became paraiah. there. satisfied?
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Tell me, moron, is it HARD to see my articles when you've
killfiled me so publicly?
Oh, and you dropped this:
>Newsgroups: misc.test,alt.fan.mike-bur,rec.org.mensa
You might be able to hang onto it better if you let go of
your stamen once in a while.
--Blair
"Another Carasso wannabe feels
his ego deflated by a small
group of three-digit numbers..."
--** YOU **-- can contact wC at... |
internet: JDWI...@athena.ualr.edu | it's another world here
bbs: radio free arkansas 501/376-8744 | the streets are gleaming
snailmail: wC 504 E 7th #402 | i was even dreaming
Little Rock, AR 72205 | they were paved with gold
fone: 501/375-2345 (no, really!) | -- N. Tennant/C. Lowe
It was 1973. I was twelve when I first postulated my existence and
went on to prove it. Three years later, I was the youngest winner of
the Nobel Peace Prize. Later, I built my own underground supercollider
and recorded the first known instance of a tachyon. In 1977, at the
age of seventeen, I found a way to harness these particles and use them
to propel small objects through time. I am now fifty-four, retired and
living on Lotto checks and compound interest from my great-great
grandfather's investments. My whereabouts are still unknown, but it's
safe to say that southern schools STILL suck.
--
-><- Rocco Caputo (tr...@inca.gate.net) PGP 2.3a public key available by finger.
Every time I see those three numbers, I have to restrain myself.
Tonight, however, I am drunk and can't.
I have better GRE scores than Blair. Gnee gnee.
---
David Vacca, which conclusively proves what THOSE are worth.
] In article <CIuzz...@wetware.com>, mle...@wetware.com (M. Legare, etc.) writes:
] > things we learn:
] >
] > the education process in the southern states is not always conducive
] > to those whose learning abilities are above the norm.
]
] There IS no education process in the southern states.
] There are only educational accidents.
] wC
] take it from wun who wuz edukated theyre
ladies and gentlemen,
the antithesis of the SAT size war
the "i went to a shittier school district than YOU" war.
BoB
teCh
fine. you went to a shitty school. ARE YOU STILL GOING THERE? HAVE YOU
SUCCEEDED IN GETTING OUT? YOU HAVE? WELL THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT
ALREADY!
LSAT prep materials arrived in the mail from the Northwest
clans yesterday.
--Blair
"My other No. 2 pencil
is an Eberhard-Faber..."
P.S. Laura's got dibs.
The winners are anyone who could properly enter the name
of their local school system into the "Parish" space on the
identification form rubber-stamped to the inside cover of
their textbooks.
>fine. you went to a shitty school. ARE YOU STILL GOING THERE? HAVE YOU
>SUCCEEDED IN GETTING OUT? YOU HAVE? WELL THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT
>ALREADY!
Thus begins the "I work for a shittier mindless corporation than
you do" war...
--Blair
"I have shittier concepts for
fads than even Dr. Fad has."
I have no post here, I just like saying "My SAT & GRE scores
are the final object in the appropriate category with morphisms
induced by the <= relation."
>---
>David Vacca, which conclusively proves what THOSE are worth.
>
-Thomas C
starting off '94 with serious nerd points
Don't sit there so complacenetly. Even now you are working on a way to
steal the invention from yourself, propelling yourself into absolute
povery, utter oblivion, and fantasic corrupting wealth simultaneously.
From across the fifth dimension will cry your many existences as they
are wrenched from their paths, not understanding why, or even what is
happening to them. All of you will collapse into a single being, of no
depth, no length, no height, and aware that you are not where you
should be, but unable to escape.
I know. I had many existences once. Now I have no life.
-Tom Hopkins
Does it show?
: Don't sit there so complacenetly. Even now you are working on a way to
What the hell are you talking about? I never posted that! I stock shelves
at the A&P in town.
: steal the invention from yourself, propelling yourself into absolute
: povery, utter oblivion, and fantasic corrupting wealth simultaneously.
: From across the fifth dimension will cry your many existences as they
: are wrenched from their paths, not understanding why, or even what is
Naw, it was the New Year's party that did it. True, I haven't been able
to remember much of '93, but it was probably the dRuGz. No big loss, really.
: happening to them. All of you will collapse into a single being, of no
: depth, no length, no height, and aware that you are not where you
: should be, but unable to escape.
Do you mean talk.bizarre? But I *LIKE* it here! It beats lining up Alpo
cans.
:{....}
Anyone who can top this (Colthurst?) can fax me the appropriate paperwork.
--
Lance Norskog
thi...@netcom.com
Artisputtingtogether. Art s th ow n aw y.
:# Anyone who can top this (Colthurst?) can fax me the appropriate paperwork.
I entered Purdue at 8...and left at 10:15.
Brian /-|-\ "OK, OK, it's an old joke. I couldn't resist!"
When I entered, my physical age was 18,
but my "emotional" age was only about 9.
I liked to pull the legs off girls.
---
Michael Rigler
>Anyone who can top this (Colthurst?) can fax me the appropriate paperwork.
Although I have no idea why you're bringing this up, we both
know that there are people on t.b more precocious than I am,
right?
-Sho
--
s...@physics.purdue.edu
>Although I have no idea why you're bringing this up, we both
>know that there are people on t.b more precocious than I am,
a) If I cared about this shit, I'd be reading rec.org.mensa
instead of talk.bizarre.
b) Just out of idle curiosity, how can you be more precocious
than Caltech at 13? Is one of you the Dalai Lama or something?
c) This reminds me of the time a couple of weeks ago when I said,
"there *are* people on t.b older than me, right?" and it took
a week-and-a-half for someone to say "yes".
d) Precocity and cluelessness are linearly independent, if not
orthogonal.
e) If you're so fucking precocious, what are you doing in West
Lafayette in January? Huh? Answer me that.
jkc (*I* had Dan Quayle's English teacher, and *I* can spell.)
_______________________________________________________________
"There! 'Dorkface'. That's better!"
- Steve Dallas
Tell it to Lance. I wasn't the one who brought it up. In
fact, I'm upset that he did. But thanks for getting on my
case just the same.
-Sho
--
s...@physics.purdue.edu
i'm probably happier than you.
AjD
happy enough to say,
'fuck you chevyn.'
--
a...@oit.itd.umich.edu
"he wrote beautifully of things which were neither wholesome nor inspiring."
bzzzt! oh, msorry. you forgot to pose your answer in the form of a question
and supply our judges with 'the appropriate paperwork.'.
fuckin'shit
--
Lance has a problem staying current with t.b. He's
responding to a month-old thread, where idiots flamed
Clifton for being precocious, or mentioning something
that revealed he was, or something like that.
I will punish him properly when I get home.
---
c j silverio
... i just started colage last month. i'm 32. i tell you that i have
a phd but it's all a lie!!! and you fuckin' believe me. ha!
fuckin'shit
posting for gooley
Quite so.
Roger Carasso, who's been kicked *out* of USC for about three
years, is only 14 (Bonnie is a rumpled centerfold he found
behind the ATO house), and Kevin McAssley began posting as
a zygote when the AP Biochem class at John Lennon HS in
Teaneck, NJ placed one copper and one zinc electrode in a
dixie cup with a fertilized frog's egg.
--Blair
"...and we all know that billbill's
karma is already checked-through
to his next soul."
Where *do* they come from? Where does the net get its endless
supply of ripe morons?
I envision California agribusiness, irrigating vast tracts of
the central valley, spraying pesticides and poisoning the land,
growing this year's crop of fresh, plump morons, ready for plucking
and juicing. The only problem is that they leave pulpy smears
all over the floor of my newsgroup.
---
c j silverio
Who wants a woman who doesn't understand the need to bring a motorbike
in doors.
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excuse me, but i *married* sho before he was 20. it was
the only time i broke my rule of exclusively marrying virgins.
j.j, the record speaks for itself
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