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In free.uk.talk.sheffield, Peter Hucker says...

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:08:01 +0000, Screamingwitch.²°°³© witcheee@evil****er.****
wrote:

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:00:39 +0000 (UTC), Peter Hucker
cacked this treat out!!

More blithering ****e.

and you hang on to evry word dontcha? ****licker

Did you know you can lose your ISP account for large sigs?


Go on and report her, phuker.


--
Sharky

Lawrence Lusk , shook his stumpy fist at the moon and
whined...

"Every thing you guys post on this newsgroup is going right to the ISP's
and my friends in the police. As you most likely missed, they are not the
run of the mill cops. Found them through chance at my old Armed Forces
Police Company web site"

----------------

Strange phenomenon - why are all fat ladies so pale? As if corpulence
weren't enough, they shun the outdoors until they're as pallid and
repulsive as an albino slug.

Of course, the mental image of a 350-pound woman sunning herself is
repulsive enough (photos to come). Besides, the "full figured" type tend to
make their own gravy when left in the sun too long, and there's the
constant nuisance of hippies trying to push them into the surf - but you
think they might spend some time out of doors, if only to waddle to the
corner grocery.

Perhaps there's something in blubber that forms a protective barrier,
shielding the melanin-rich cells of the dermis from ultraviolet radiation,
guarding against suntan and skin cancer. If technology could synthesize a
viscous substance with the chemical properties of flab, they'd certainly
have a marketable product.

----------------------

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat
The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat
The rizlas were perched on the table with care
And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air

We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed
My faithful companions were equally mashed
We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff
And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff

When out on the balcony rose such a clatter
We looked slowly up to see what was the matter
I got to my feet and I swayed to the door
And only occasionally fell on the floor

I peered through the glass as I took a long puff
The moon glistened through the pollution and stuff
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer

He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick
I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick
He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike
"**** you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"

The reindeer did turn and soar into the sky
And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye
I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke
And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke

As debris did settle St Nick turned around
He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground
He gave me a gesture that clearly implied
He'd be very pleased if I let him inside

I threw the doors open and ushered him in
Invited him through with a welcoming grin
"So where are our presents?" my wasted mates cried
With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;

"You seriously think you might be on my list?
You've got to be kidding, you're taking the ****!
Have you lot considered your actions this year?
Stop being stupid and get me a beer."

He opened a Stella, but still looked depressed
We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed
"My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh
"Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"

"Now look here" I told him "we may not know much
We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,
But Santa, there's no need for you to despair
We know how to get you back up in the air!"

I chopped up a line with precision and skill
And rolled him up neatly a twenty pound bill
His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer
"Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!"

He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission
He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition
Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed
We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed

He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing
Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 15:02:15 -0500, Sharky wrote:

In free.uk.talk.sheffield, Peter Hucker says...

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:08:01 +0000, Screamingwitch.²°°³©
witcheee@evil****er.****
wrote:

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:00:39 +0000 (UTC), Peter Hucker
cacked this treat out!!

More blithering ****e.

and you hang on to evry word dontcha? ****licker

Did you know you can lose your ISP account for large sigs?


Go on and report her, phuker.

Nah, I'll report you instead.

--
Sharky

Lawrence Lusk , shook his stumpy fist at the moon and
whined...

"Every thing you guys post on this newsgroup is going right to the ISP's
and my friends in the police. As you most likely missed, they are not the
run of the mill cops. Found them through chance at my old Armed Forces
Police Company web site"

----------------

Strange phenomenon - why are all fat ladies so pale? As if corpulence
weren't enough, they shun the outdoors until they're as pallid and
repulsive as an albino slug.

Of course, the mental image of a 350-pound woman sunning herself is
repulsive enough (photos to come). Besides, the "full figured" type tend to
make their own gravy when left in the sun too long, and there's the
constant nuisance of hippies trying to push them into the surf - but you
think they might spend some time out of doors, if only to waddle to the
corner grocery.

Perhaps there's something in blubber that forms a protective barrier,
shielding the melanin-rich cells of the dermis from ultraviolet radiation,
guarding against suntan and skin cancer. If technology could synthesize a
viscous substance with the chemical properties of flab, they'd certainly
have a marketable product.

----------------------

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat
The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat
The rizlas were perched on the table with care
And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air

We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed
My faithful companions were equally mashed
We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff
And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff

When out on the balcony rose such a clatter
We looked slowly up to see what was the matter
I got to my feet and I swayed to the door
And only occasionally fell on the floor

I peered through the glass as I took a long puff
The moon glistened through the pollution and stuff
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer

He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick
I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick
He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike
"**** you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"

The reindeer did turn and soar into the sky
And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye
I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke
And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke

As debris did settle St Nick turned around
He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground
He gave me a gesture that clearly implied
He'd be very pleased if I let him inside

I threw the doors open and ushered him in
Invited him through with a welcoming grin
"So where are our presents?" my wasted mates cried
With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;

"You seriously think you might be on my list?
You've got to be kidding, you're taking the ****!
Have you lot considered your actions this year?
Stop being stupid and get me a beer."

He opened a Stella, but still looked depressed
We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed
"My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh
"Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"

"Now look here" I told him "we may not know much
We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,
But Santa, there's no need for you to despair
We know how to get you back up in the air!"

I chopped up a line with precision and skill
And rolled him up neatly a twenty pound bill
His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer
"Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!"

He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission
He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition
Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed
We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed

He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing
Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"



--
http://www.petersparrots.com for a gigabyte of my digital photos, including my 5
parrots
http://www.insanevideoclips.com for videos of people falling over, stuff blowing up,
etc

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees
make fun of it?

In free.uk.talk.sheffield, Peter Hucker says...

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 15:02:15 -0500, Sharky wrote:

In free.uk.talk.sheffield, Peter Hucker says...

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:08:01 +0000, Screamingwitch.²°°³©
witcheee@evil****er.****
wrote:

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:00:39 +0000 (UTC), Peter Hucker
cacked this treat out!!

More blithering ****e.

and you hang on to evry word dontcha? ****licker

Did you know you can lose your ISP account for large sigs?


Go on and report her, phuker.

Nah, I'll report you instead.

That's the ticket. I'm always game for being netkkkoped by some ignorant
****.


--
Sharky

Lawrence Lusk , shook his stumpy fist at the moon and
whined...

"Every thing you guys post on this newsgroup is going right to the ISP's
and my friends in the police. As you most likely missed, they are not the
run of the mill cops. Found them through chance at my old Armed Forces
Police Company web site"

----------------

Strange phenomenon - why are all fat ladies so pale? As if corpulence
weren't enough, they shun the outdoors until they're as pallid and
repulsive as an albino slug.

Of course, the mental image of a 350-pound woman sunning herself is
repulsive enough (photos to come). Besides, the "full figured" type tend to
make their own gravy when left in the sun too long, and there's the
constant nuisance of hippies trying to push them into the surf - but you
think they might spend some time out of doors, if only to waddle to the
corner grocery.

Perhaps there's something in blubber that forms a protective barrier,
shielding the melanin-rich cells of the dermis from ultraviolet radiation,
guarding against suntan and skin cancer. If technology could synthesize a
viscous substance with the chemical properties of flab, they'd certainly
have a marketable product.

----------------------

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat
The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat
The rizlas were perched on the table with care
And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air

We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed
My faithful companions were equally mashed
We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff
And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff

When out on the balcony rose such a clatter
We looked slowly up to see what was the matter
I got to my feet and I swayed to the door
And only occasionally fell on the floor

I peered through the glass as I took a long puff
The moon glistened through the pollution and stuff
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer

He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick
I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick
He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike
"**** you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"

The reindeer did turn and soar into the sky
And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye
I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke
And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke

As debris did settle St Nick turned around
He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground
He gave me a gesture that clearly implied
He'd be very pleased if I let him inside

I threw the doors open and ushered him in
Invited him through with a welcoming grin
"So where are our presents?" my wasted mates cried
With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;

"You seriously think you might be on my list?
You've got to be kidding, you're taking the ****!
Have you lot considered your actions this year?
Stop being stupid and get me a beer."

He opened a Stella, but still looked depressed
We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed
"My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh
"Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"

"Now look here" I told him "we may not know much
We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,
But Santa, there's no need for you to despair
We know how to get you back up in the air!"

I chopped up a line with precision and skill
And rolled him up neatly a twenty pound bill
His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer
"Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!"

He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission
He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition
Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed
We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed

He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing
Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

--
Sharky

Lawrence Lusk , shook his stumpy fist at the moon and
whined...

"Every thing you guys post on this newsgroup is going right to the ISP's
and my friends in the police. As you most likely missed, they are not the
run of the mill cops. Found them through chance at my old Armed Forces
Police Company web site"

----------------

Strange phenomenon - why are all fat ladies so pale? As if corpulence
weren't enough, they shun the outdoors until they're as pallid and
repulsive as an albino slug.

Of course, the mental image of a 350-pound woman sunning herself is
repulsive enough (photos to come). Besides, the "full figured" type tend to
make their own gravy when left in the sun too long, and there's the
constant nuisance of hippies trying to push them into the surf - but you
think they might spend some time out of doors, if only to waddle to the
corner grocery.

Perhaps there's something in blubber that forms a protective barrier,
shielding the melanin-rich cells of the dermis from ultraviolet radiation,
guarding against suntan and skin cancer. If technology could synthesize a
viscous substance with the chemical properties of flab, they'd certainly
have a marketable product.

----------------------

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat
The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat
The rizlas were perched on the table with care
And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air

We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed
My faithful companions were equally mashed
We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff
And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff

When out on the balcony rose such a clatter
We looked slowly up to see what was the matter
I got to my feet and I swayed to the door
And only occasionally fell on the floor

I peered through the glass as I took a long puff
The moon glistened through the pollution and stuff
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer

He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick
I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick
He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike
"**** you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"

The reindeer did turn and soar into the sky
And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye
I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke
And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke

As debris did settle St Nick turned around
He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground
He gave me a gesture that clearly implied
He'd be very pleased if I let him inside

I threw the doors open and ushered him in
Invited him through with a welcoming grin
"So where are our presents?" my wasted mates cried
With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;

"You seriously think you might be on my list?
You've got to be kidding, you're taking the ****!
Have you lot considered your actions this year?
Stop being stupid and get me a beer."

He opened a Stella, but still looked depressed
We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed
"My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh
"Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"

"Now look here" I told him "we may not know much
We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,
But Santa, there's no need for you to despair
We know how to get you back up in the air!"

I chopped up a line with precision and skill
And rolled him up neatly a twenty pound bill
His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer
"Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!"

He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission
He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition
Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed
We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed

He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing
Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Peter Hucker wrote:
: On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 15:02:15 -0500, Sharky
: wrote:
:
:: In free.uk.talk.sheffield, Peter Hucker says...
::
::: On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:08:01 +0000, Screamingwitch.²°°³©
::: witcheee@evil****er.****
::: wrote:
:::
:::: On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 19:00:39 +0000 (UTC), Peter Hucker
:::: cacked this treat out!!
::::
::::: More blithering ****e.
::::
:::: and you hang on to evry word dontcha? ****licker
:::
::: Did you know you can lose your ISP account for large sigs?
::
::
:: Go on and report her, phuker.
:
: Nah, I'll report you instead.

please add me to your lits.
TIA.
:
:: --
:: Sharky
::
:: Lawrence Lusk , shook his stumpy fist at the
:: moon and whined...
::
:: "Every thing you guys post on this newsgroup is going right to the
:: ISP's and my friends in the police. As you most likely missed, they
:: are not the run of the mill cops. Found them through chance at my
:: old Armed Forces Police Company web site"
::
:: ----------------
::
:: Strange phenomenon - why are all fat ladies so pale? As if corpulence
:: weren't enough, they shun the outdoors until they're as pallid and
:: repulsive as an albino slug.
::
:: Of course, the mental image of a 350-pound woman sunning herself is
:: repulsive enough (photos to come). Besides, the "full figured" type
:: tend to make their own gravy when left in the sun too long, and
:: there's the constant nuisance of hippies trying to push them into
:: the surf - but you think they might spend some time out of doors, if
:: only to waddle to the corner grocery.
::
:: Perhaps there's something in blubber that forms a protective barrier,
:: shielding the melanin-rich cells of the dermis from ultraviolet
:: radiation, guarding against suntan and skin cancer. If technology
:: could synthesize a viscous substance with the chemical properties of
:: flab, they'd certainly have a marketable product.
::
:: ----------------------
::
:: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat
:: The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat
:: The rizlas were perched on the table with care
:: And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air
::
:: We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed
:: My faithful companions were equally mashed
:: We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff
:: And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff
::
:: When out on the balcony rose such a clatter
:: We looked slowly up to see what was the matter
:: I got to my feet and I swayed to the door
:: And only occasionally fell on the floor
::
:: I peered through the glass as I took a long puff
:: The moon glistened through the pollution and stuff
:: When what to my wandering eyes should appear
:: But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer
::
:: He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick
:: I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick
:: He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike
:: "**** you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"
::
:: The reindeer did turn and soar into the sky
:: And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye
:: I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke
:: And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke
::
:: As debris did settle St Nick turned around
:: He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground
:: He gave me a gesture that clearly implied
:: He'd be very pleased if I let him inside
::
:: I threw the doors open and ushered him in
:: Invited him through with a welcoming grin
:: "So where are our presents?" my wasted mates cried
:: With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;
::
:: "You seriously think you might be on my list?
:: You've got to be kidding, you're taking the ****!
:: Have you lot considered your actions this year?
:: Stop being stupid and get me a beer."
::
:: He opened a Stella, but still looked depressed
:: We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed
:: "My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh
:: "Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"
::
:: "Now look here" I told him "we may not know much
:: We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,
:: But Santa, there's no need for you to despair
:: We know how to get you back up in the air!"
::
:: I chopped up a line with precision and skill
:: And rolled him up neatly a twenty pound bill
:: His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer
:: "Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!"
::
:: He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission
:: He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition
:: Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed
:: We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed
::
:: He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing
:: Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing
:: I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
:: "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

--
Steve Leyland
mhm32x16 Smeeter#24 WSD#41
flower: three 6 four 9 five 8 eight 9
Alcatroll Labs Inc (bongwater maintenance dept)
http://www.insurgent.org/~alcatroll/

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Join our movement to stop this travesty of justice! If you won't stand
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And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires."

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Meow

i dont like to stalk women.i simpley like to have sex with them,and them
me. from what i can tell,iv'e got the bigest bass in this group.i will
leav you with theas words.dont stalk,finde a women and love her.make her
wildest dream come true!

What a lame play. Is that your best shot? Sober-up and try again, dude.
All you've done so far is lower the bar for the mentally challenged.