<Is still wondering what kind of parties BK goes to.>

I'm wondering what kind of state BK is in when she leaves these parties.

As for @#$%& purses, go to the Pigs Ear

Jeeze, I'm gone five minutes and the spammers arrive.

Out! Out, damn @#$%& Prada copy er ... spot.

Perhaps if we all think evel, and also evil*, thoughts towards the spammers/intruders at midnight GMT/UT of the 30th April we can destroy these parasites in their nest. Anyone sending them 45kilograms of TNT will assist the cause.

Be Happy, and curse the bastards.


*correction supplied as part of the surplus words situation now evident at this location due to dropping a thesaurus and the contents falling out/realigning/overflowing their container/escaping the bounds of their reality/ or such.



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I wonder if they think a cucumber would be an odd gift?

'It's...full of holes!'

(notice 4th bear reference)

I'd just like to point out to any minors ('Minors, not miners!') reading this board that cursing is not acceptable behaviour in modern society but if it must be done then Bunyip is a recommended target. Also, try to eat your five fruit and vegetable portions a day.

Dr Egon.

Old joke attack:

Q: How do you tell legitimate budgerigars from illegitimate budgerigars?

A: Put them all together in a cage, leave the door open, and the bastards fly out.

Little white pill time.

"Boom, Boom" - two elephants fell off a cliff!

<Where's Speckles? Has anyone seen him [her]>

Therer has been an identity change and now is called SPARTACUS

There has been an identity change and now is called SPARTACUS

<Blinks, seeing double>

Promotes duality by suggesting that bibwit was not blinking but winking with both eyes.

sychronised winking - a new olympic sport!

I can remember when I first learned how to wink. I thought it was quite an accomplishment (I was never a fast learner at anything) and was very proud of myself. These days, people mutter "dirty old man" when I do it - how times change.

At least they still think you are capable of impure thought - perhaps you could take it as a compliment?

There are no impure thoughts to a dirty old man. All things are pure to the pure of heart.

To Shakespeare, the word 'pure' meant something else entirely.

Indeed pure collector were to be found out on the streets, now no-one seems to worry about it. I get to go out at least every weekend and collect our weekly output.

My father used to tell the story of when he was a lad, going around with his mates and a sugar-bag for the collection of what we might delicately call canine pure. They got a shilling a bag from the tannery (at Mascot, in Sydney) if it was of the mature, well-aged variety. We're talking about the 1920's and a shilling was a fortune even when shared between a few lads.

The substance was (and is?) a key element of the leather tanning process. Any unseasoned visitors walking around the neighbourhood had about 30 seconds to run past the tannery before their central nervous systems collapsed from the smells it exuded. This was even in my time - I can still feel the electric jolt that shook my whole frame the first time I got a whiff of it, and my father's laughter.

My grandfather worked at the tannery for most of his life and I remember that his skin was so tanned (permanently, from the work he did, not from the sun) that for many years I grew up thinking that I was part Aboriginal. I remember being most disillusioned when this aspect of my cultural heritage - as I imagined it - was explained away.

Am I alone in wishing it hadn't been a sugar bag? Some how the whole story would have been far more palatable if there had been no foodstuff involved.

<Casts around for empty sugar bag to place 21st Century sensibilities into.>