I am not a poster. I am a crispy critter.

[The Zontron 7000]

I am an internet java script sent to infiltrate your site and transform you from political neanderthals into a modern 21st Century progressive mode.

This is your first warning.

Do not try and resist.

It is useless.

Accept your fate.

You will be assimilated.

[NicknamedBob]

"... in a 100,000 years or so, it will be back just Eve - seems a crazy theory."

Curiously, I have a little background on this, but you haven't read my book yet.

Essentially, a world filled with women should be more peaceful, but I feel confident in predicting it would not be without aggression.

The fire that is humanity is composed of three ingredients:

Women are the fuel.
Men are the oxygen.
Sex is the spark.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Women are the fuel.
Men are the oxygen.
Sex is the spark.

Babies are the fire extinguisher!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Awwww.. gone quiet again.

[NicknamedBob]

I think they all went here.

I'm checking my word processor. For some reason, it's been running a little slow.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Ok, thanks!

BTW my whole computer is a bit sluggish!

[NicknamedBob]

"BTW my whole computer is a bit sluggish!"

I don't think this will help.

Slimy


With words that start with S and L,
Our mind associates a shell.
The slug could use one, this we know.
He seems content without it though.

Slimy seems a useless trait,
Unless you’ve got a one-foot gait.
That’s how they always spend their day,
Slugs and snails slip-slide away.

A gastropod army, it would seem,
That is an enemy soldier’s dream,
And tales of armies told to you,
That travels on its stomach true

Silently, they would creep up,.
No slackers, please, let’s all keep up.
Then quietly begin the fray,
They’d all be worth their salt that day.

Their victory would be some trick,
The leader would be thought as slick.
The truth of armies sadly reads,
That they’ve all done more slimy deeds.

Slurping up their liquid meals,
We have to wonder how it feels,
With eyes on stalks that wave around,
We’d end up dizzy on the ground.

No wonder then that beer can do,
The same to them that it does to you.
And sleepily, they slip away,
To slumber on a sunny day.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . .February 29, 2004

[Irish_Thatcherite]

It's a bit faster....

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Goodnight all!!

[NicknamedBob]

I believe I can hear the very soft sussurance of the springs in my bed...

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

[tuliptree76]

I was working.

[tuliptree76]

Last post.

[Not A Snowbird]

Last post.

Hahahahaha! Sure it is.

[Monkey Face]

"...The important question is not where did we come from, but where are we going?..."

Actually, there are three questions: Where did we come from? Why are we here? And where are we going?

[Dead Corpse]

You are one sick (in the current common slang this is a good thing) individual. Did you actually just use the word "gastropod" in a poem????

That is truly awe inspiring.

[Dead Corpse]

Women are the fuel.
Men are the oxygen.
Sex is the spark.
Babies are the fire extinguisher!

Yeah... but nap time is the still glowing ember that can be fanned back into flame with a little care and a soft touch.

[Dead Corpse]

I stay away from the CREVO threads as well. Not because I think the debate is unworthy, but that the majority of the principals involved in such debates here are invariably the same kind of people I would use for defenestration demonstrations.

Such things are frowned upon by the Management here.

[Dead Corpse]

"Who are you? Where are we going? And why am I in this basket?"

[Dead Corpse]

Last Post?

[Dead Corpse]

9600?