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snyder wrote:Hey, I'm still alive!

Yeah maybe just. But I can see from what you doing to my other thread its definitely made you twisted

Whitey wrote: old salts playing tricks on us. Never ask the Chief Boatswain for a Boatswains Punch...

Funny how they like to do that. I remember as a kid being taken to watch my dad sail in Olympic trials at sea off Barrenjoey. The 'old salt' in charge of the boat thought it was real fun to play jokes on kids, threaten to toss 'em overboard, send 'em to fetch things from the toolbox that didn't exist. Stuff like that. Got my revenge though. There was a real deep swell running and we were anchored most of the time watching the race. One by one, everyone started getting green and going down sea sick. Only me and the old salt left standing. He was looking pretty seedy though...eventually he caved and ended up spending the rest of the race lying flat on the deck retching over the side. Oh that was sweet indeed!

BTW I have to ask... what is a boatswains punch?

Twisted? Moi?

snyder wrote:Twisted? Moi?

Yes M"sieu, Toi... tu faits les postes seulment pour gagner les cartouches... tous le monde comprends ca, vraiments...... c'est vraiment un peu bete'...

Sorry, don't speak frog. Translate?

Boatswain's punch is a boatswains fist right in the mouth as soon as the request leaves your mouth. You won't fall for it twice.

Snyder, he reckons your a wind up artist of the first high water.

Well, in a previous life someone told me, "Snyder, you do like to stir up the shit." I said, Moi? Merde!

Hey, Snyder! I see you already know about the famous impassive Gallic shrug, the kind where the chin is dropped to belt level and the ears are pushed to the top of the head with the shoulders (you have to be Gallic to do it). It translates roughly as : " Life is a bucket of s..t, Monsieur. I quite agree, and while I`m prepared to aknowledge this fact, I shall offer you no sympathy, because, Monsieur, this is your bucket of s..t!"

This reminds me of when they were in the process of stealing the election from Gore. I was out to dinner with about 15 of my colleagues, being basically the only Democrat among them or at least the only one not afraid to say so. Finally, I said, "O.K., let Bush's kid be president. His presidency isn't going to be worth a bucket of warm shit anyhow!"

p.s.: My comment derived from a famous observation about the vice presidency by John Nance ("Cactus Jack") Garner, who served twice as VP under Franklin D. Roosevelt. "The Vice Presidency," he once said, "isn't worth a bucket of warm spit." Historians and others say that Garner actually said "pitcher" instead of "bucket," and that he did not say "spit."

Whitey wrote:Boatswain's punch is a boatswains fist right in the mouth as soon as the request leaves your mouth. You won't fall for it twice.

Didn't think you'd find it in the tool box. Don't ever go ask for a skyhook 'cause there's none of them there either.

buford wrote:

Whitey wrote:Boatswain's punch is a boatswains fist right in the mouth as soon as the request leaves your mouth. You won't fall for it twice.

Didn't think you'd find it in the tool box. Don't ever go ask for a skyhook 'cause there's none of them there either.

or 'rotorwash' or 'flightline'...

Hey, Herky! You said "rotorwash". What about "helicase"?

Ardennes44 wrote:Hey, Herky! You said "rotorwash". What about "helicase"?

ok, Madam... what's a helicase?...(I have this funny feelin I'm gonna regret this...)

No regrets. You seem to have already fulfilled all rites of passage, and an "old" veteran such as yourself will appreciate the following because it has everything to do with the secret of aging.
Well, it appears that a Dr. Gerard Schellenberg at the Seattle Veterans Administration Medical Research Center has isolated the genetic culprit behind aging. It seems that embedded in each gene is something called a "helicase", which is part of a family of enzymes, and that this helicase, for no good reason, peels apart the two strands of chromosomes that make up your DNA, and the next thing you know, you are sitting in the cockpit trying to remember how the hell you ever got there, and you can`t remember squat about your rites of passage!!!!!