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coevad hangs out at Irish Pubs so he can sing "Oh Danny Boy"...

And Plook is always there drinking too much Smithwicks Ale, so he forgets I'll only sing 'Dirty Old Town' by the Pogues.

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ahhh...something to savor

Coevad forgot to mention when he gets into Pointer Sisters drag and SHOUTS for your love. Then he's irresistible.

Pope Jim has a lot to say about cross dressing...

Plook went down to 13th street in Eugene to sell Pope Jim a baggie of some really stinky Oregano, which Pope Jim pinched from with the intention of distributing the remainder (like it was Ash Wednesday!) to the Oregon Ducks football team right before the Fiesta Bowl.

Downer mydnyte must be a Kansas State fan. As a general rule, they suck. Plook's oregano will go into the spaghetti sauce that the Ducks feed on before the big game. It will propel them to a 45-24 victory over the wimpy Whatever-they're-calleds. Pope Jim will smoke genuine stink bud and watch the mighty Ducks win from an undisclosed location in west Eugene. Sister Mary Martha will warm the papal sausage and keep the chocolate fondue warm.

It's outrageous LIES about the previous poster.

Pope Jim calculated the distance between London and Greenland, and didn't like what he saw.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

(The outrageous LIE about the previous poster was that "he must be a Kansas State fan." There is no compelling universal law that forces Kansas State fandom upon him, nor is it obvious that he is; he could be a fan of the Ottawa Oystershooters, for all I know. The rest is just adding local color to the production. There's no rule that says I can't tell a few lies about myself in the commission of this ongoing perjury. Besides, ask anyone who uses this forum. IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!...whoever your personal me might happen to be. And now, to return to our previously scheduled thread...)

After all these years, Calvin still can't color within the lines.

My girlfriend graduated from the UO. Not that she gives a shit about football.
Go Ducks!



Pope Jim closed down Willamette street when he set fire to a box of highly flammable vegan cookies at the bus station. The loitering hippies then set him ablaze.

downer mydnyte likes to retire with a box of 'After Eights', a light port and an annotated copy of "Les Miserables" of an evening.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh lives in an ivory tower. Nobody knows how many hundreds of elephants and hippopotami had to die in order to build his intellectual hideaway.

Except Pope Jim, who supplied the ivory and Plook, who built the by now totally unsecret basement.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh's Ivory tower was actually constructed from cat's teeth imported from the South Korean fast food restaurant chain Mc Moggy's.

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Thanks for the music Frank.

Well I'm about to get sick from watching my TV

Gray_Ghost is part of an international conspiracy to move plutonium from North Korea, Pakistan and Iran to the Chunnel, where angry dwarves are constructing a bomb. They plan to release Britain from its tyrannical bonds to the European tectonic plate and float it on a steaming sea of lava to a more subtropical setting just southeast of Puerto Rico. Gray_Ghost hopes to become king of the elves in the new regime. Hobbits will give him pedicures and spoonfeed him cabbage soup. Ents will chant him to sleep.

In the workplace, Pope Jim has been sleeping with members of his own staff....that is, he's self employed.

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad wishes he had thought of my last post. He's gonna go have a sulk now.

Pope Jim is required by his Vatican contract to root for the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame for the National Championship...lets win this one for the Gipper...

Plook was spotted selling fish tacos and corn dogs from a street cart in Cabo San Plookus. If you mention the Crimson Tide, he will not give you a discount; he will instead find a way to secretly spit on your order.

Pope Jim is plotting to capture Capuths Ivory Tower and use it for his Western Retreat...

Plook is snifing ivory powder he read in reader digest that it will make grow back is baby tooth.

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Keep the great work!

ZutboF has been snorting so much coke his nose looks like a its manufacturing sticks of chalk for classrooms...

Plook misses the Eighties. He used to make a fortune selling reprocessed cocaine chalk sticks to upscale school districts. Modern-day meth sticks don't bring in a quarter as much. Ah, the gravy days, how he misses them.

Pope Jim serves gravy in a fondue pot so it doesn't get lumpy...

Plook refuses to eat the lumpy gravy. His has to be made special. (He's such a weenie.) All the other forum members love the lumpy gravy, as it's the essence of all that made Frank Zappa great. They don't even ask what the lumps are, nor should they.

Pope Jim has pondered the lumps...are they bumps? Maybe clumps? Should we dump the lumps or simply call them clumps? If clumps were bumps would they still be called lumps? Shoul I stop listening to My Humps by Fergie on continues loop while I ponder the clumps? Or are they simply lumps?...and so the great mind of the Religious Leader of the Christian World tries to answer one of life’s great questions…