Posted by Neredbojias on 07/12/07 03:58

Well bust mah britches and call me cheeky, on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 21:59:01
GMT dorayme scribed:

>> > No, I promise, I will give you as much feedback as you like if
>> > you have trouble with that one. What trouble you would have is
>> > hard to even imagine.
>>
>> Well... 'Course I might find it more felicitous if *somebody* had
>> posted a link like *somebody* is always bossing other people to do.
>
> When have I ever bossed anyone to do this where it was not
> necessary. I would say I am somewhere between Ben C, who is very
> tolerant and JK who is very strict about this sort of thing. With
> me, you will see the perfect balance always. Ben C is tolerant
> because he has a good nature. I regard this as admirable but a
> poor excuse! JK does his because it is a matter of principle and
> this is admirable too, but again, I think principles have to have
> exceptions (yes, I know Blinky, so too do you think this one has.
> But you have not demonstrated it).

Somehow the idea of a connection between you and any rational state of
balance never occurred to me.

> No, with me, and I have no tabs on myself, no pretensions, you
> will find that when I call for a URL, it is particularly needed
> to help the OP. I say this without arrogance.
>
> Now where were we? O yes, your bleating about a particular url.
> You already have it. When you looked at the desert, was there no
> menu on the left in your browser, do you have left floats turned
> off?

Out amongst the moons and stars
There floats a little ball called Mars,
And though quite cold and dimly lit,
It is a land where nitwits fit.

My rocket strayed and went off course
While I was screwing with The Force.
Crash landing in a hellish pit,
I found myself where nitwits fit.

I left the ship and took a leak.
A fem approached to have a peek.
But when she spoke, the sad truth hit
That I had whizzed where nitwits fit.

Her drivel nearly drove me mad,
And streams of babble worse than bad
Abraided me like wind-blown grit
In tempests spawned where nitwits fit.

I knew I ought to take to wing
Lest I become a ding-a-ling.
I tried to fix the ship, but it
Was now just shit where nitwits fit.

The story's o'er; there is no hope;
I shall devolve into a dope
As I repent, repine, and sit
Within the realm where nitwits fit.

--
Neredbojias
A self-made man who worships his creator

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