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Re: hmph maggie_haha 1/25/01 10:54 am I'll tell you about it all right. It's not anything to do with Christmas at all. It's celebrating, being thankful .. mainly for getting the f_ck away from England. Don't you know all the stories of the Indians and stuff. Sad when you here what happens later! This Is a Reply to: Msg 181 by celticsimon

Re: hmph celticsimon (18/M/Ireland) 1/26/01 6:10 pm dont blame them! This Is a Reply to: Msg 184 by maggie_haha

outta reeehab jonnodadub 1/28/01 2:37 pm soz i havent been in but the judge told us he'd lerrus off wit a warnin if i went ta rehabil-o-taaation. seein as i wuz a frequent offender i got the job,the whole shebang and was sent ta america ot dis great rehab place called da betty ford centre. while dere i met this fella called robbie. i think his second name was downey jr or sommink. he was kool. gave us some crack. then who walks in only britty titty spears complainin of a drink problem after dumpin her fella. so i got her talkin she knocked back a few tequialas and i fuuked her silly. which was cool coz shes a bitta allruuuiigh. nearly as nice as faraaaah outta fair city.

Re: hmph maggie_haha 1/30/01 5:38 pm Yes, little cutey: Don't blame who????? This Is a Reply to: Msg 185 by celticsimon

stabbed. jonnodadub 1/31/01 3:29 pm well guess wha.... me bleedin' burds preggers. so i does wha any fella would. called her a slu' told 'er its na muine and dumped 'er. but da's not me newas. i wuz out wit de lads 1 nite and saw a burd i REALLY fancied. so wan o the lads sez ill sort it fer ya jonno and goes and shagges her imself!!!!! BLEEDIN WANKER!!!! if i gets me ands on colin o gormless ill fuuukin kill im. oh n anuder ting - why doesn't anyone come ere any more or cha ta me? is it coz im from dubla???? racist bastards. stereotypin me as a geezer. stereotypin is wha dey does in russia.

Re: stabbed. maggie_haha 1/31/01 5:28 pm You sound like JUST my kind of man!!!! Do you think thorazine would clear that problem up for me??? This Is a Reply to: Msg 188 by jonnodadub

Many fine things ..... Me_ahs (31/F/RIght here, baby) 2/5/01 5:33 pm including the possible death of Maggie. I am the friend she referred to in some capacity or another. I do not pretend to care what she wrote enough to try and quote it. But, the site is dead and all is well now. Do you really want an explanation of Thanksgiving or is that more just generalized curmudgeonly bitching? Hi, by the way. Read all the stuff on this site months ago. In fact, I think I am the one who told Maggie about it and doesn't that just show you what you get for being friendly! Think you are all wonderfully funny together. Separately, though, you bite it! Just jokinng.

Re: Many fine things ..... celticsimon (18/M/Ireland) 2/7/01 10:44 am to be honest, i am interested. whats it about? WHAT do you mean by we all 'bite it'?! american terminology!!?!? take it its not good though. cause the only puff here is jonno da dub. ask him about it, i dare you! great vocabulary that lad... This Is a Reply to: Msg 191 by Me_ahs

Re: Many fine things ..... Me_ahs (31/F/RIght here, baby) 2/8/01 5:52 pm You bite it .. hmm .. how to explain? Means you suck. Don't make the grade. You blow. Together you are good, but as individuals you are not so good. It was a JOKE. Takes a lot out of it when it has to be explained. May not have been a good joke, but that's beside the point. It amused the hell out of me! Just .. uh mm ... can't be acting too friendly all at once you know .. gives me a rash! I am not an American. I am an Alaskan. World of difference there. To us, anyway. Righty ho! Thanksgiving. I hope I shall not be called upon to provide eyewitnesses, affidavits or any of that muckety muck as I have absolutely no proof as to the validity of anything. Not even me. But, basically, there were a whole bunch of people who jumped into some boats one day, said a hearty fuck you to Queen and Country, and oh various other people, and sailed away to find the New World. By the time they got there, it wasn't looking so minty fresh as they supposed, this being mainly due to the fact that they were all sick as dogs. Still, they bucked up, killed the sick dogs and ate them, and proceeded to use their bones to build shelters. No wait .. that's gone wonky a bit. Oh well .. carry on. Silly wretches didn't know how to hunt for beans, which was just as well as none were growing at that time of year. Also didn't know how to hunt for anything else, though, and this was a bit of a problem as food usually does you best if it is hunted, killed and eaten. Will continue ... So, here were the sad, skinny little sick people wallowing in their own muck and slime and dying all over the place ... ENTER THE INDIANS .. The Indians were a fun loving bunch who thought nothing better for a laugh than to hunt down their enemies and chop a leg off, then hang it on their pony and parade around with it until it fell, rotted away; but they were also fairly friendly if you could find them in a less jollisome mood and if one thing put the Indians right out of their jollisome moods it was watching a bunch of wretched refuse wash up upon their previously unteeming shore and proceed to die all over it. As the year progressed things just got worse. WHO WERE THESE PEOPLE? BABIES? Couldn't hunt, couldn't make a proper teepee and just look at the way they dressed themselves .. Feeling superior, as is only to be expected, the Indians decided that they must try to teach these little white bumpkins how to survive before they diseased up the whole country with their dead bodies. But, first, they had to be fed to gain strength for the hunt. So, in trooped the Indians, straight into the middle of the camp, laden with freshly killed meat and freshly harvested corn ... "Thank God we won't all starve this winter." said the newcomers. "And by next summer, I swear we will own every ounce of land you red bastards think you have the right to live on. Amen." And so Thanksgiving was born. Slight exaggerations, or outright lies, may have occured during the telling of this tale. But, hey .. what's history for, if not revising? I think it gets the basic point across, anyway. Now, aren't you glad you asked? *lol* This Is a Reply to: Msg 193 by celticsimon

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