Re-introduction...

[1812USMarine]

Sticky, my point was that I think some of your mates no longer want those particular SPAMs blocked, if you catch my drift. Norton has file recovery...

JD

[1812USMarine]

Excellent! When I catch up in age to y'all, I'll be sure to order plenty. But until then: "This is my rifle, this is my gun..."

JD

BTW, Harry, no son of mine would be caught dead on anything but a Harley. Is that a Vespa??

[El Prez]

I vote she goes!




And now Nurse has wandered away I'll rescind my last and send details of a little B&B in Dorset wher...................... Hello Luv, didn't hear you sliding around the door, ........ no Luv, just a little joke..... hones........

[Mike]

Sticks.... for gaud sake stay on the nominated subject... who the hell wants to know about your spam problems......and Steve I think we have had enough of your anal problems......shit (sorry about the pun) there is a whole bloody (and another) topic about you backside........... lets get back to the serious discussion of Jules..........leaving, or not

Let what down? My jugs?

"

And Jules.... they are not JUGS, that's sooooooo unkoooooof.................
call'em anything but that

[JulesB]

What? Like this?

[1812USMarine]

Maybe I've been spending too much time staring at Jules' avatar, but I swear there is another human form behind the bouncing babe. Could it be she is not self-propelled??

JD

[may18]

Actually i remember reading of the constitution "old iron sides"

if i recall, the legend goes that the shot just bounced off her sides?

[1812USMarine]

May18: Aye, 'twas during the battle with HMS Guerriere whose broadsides could not penetrate the triple layers of iron hard American oak. Watching the round shot bounce into the sea, a sailor called out: "Huzza, her sides are made of iron."

JD

[harry hackedoff]

Huzza shouted back
"use a HEAT round then, you twonk"

could not penetrate the triple layers of iron

I had the same problem with the first Mrs Hackedoff, when it was "that time of the month"
I.E. Three weeks out of four
Aye,

[1812USMarine]

I personally prefer using a SABOT at those, ahem, times.

[1812USMarine]

OK, I just loaded thirty casks of Boston Baked Beans onboard HMS Beaver (hadda dump a few bales of tea to make room). The sun is gonna break through the clouds anyday now, then there'll be hell to pay. Where's that bloody match?? I wanna make sail...

JD, Referee

[El Prez]

JD, pass North abeam Lands End, look for two greens over a single red, steer 120* true for 15 minutes and ignore the abuse from passing motorists. Cornish Wrecking returns with a vengeance! We luvs beans. Don't you go getting your match damp now.

[1812USMarine]

Aye, El Prez, making full sail - French privateers about! Midshipman Hornblower, prepare to kedge us if the wind shifts at Gloucester point. Mr. Cameron, stand by to cast loose the guns!! By damn, they'll not have MY beans...

(Can you tell what was on cable this morning?? Got the blood stirring! Wrong Navy, but I was feeling ill and didn't care.)