Re: [meteorite-list] Poor humour alert (OT)
Oh, and about the matter of beer for the horses DF John Gwilliam wrote: You forgot the part where we killed all the indians. At 05:10 PM 11/18/03 +1000, chris sharp wrote: The posse had assembled, hats low over their brows, for no one wanted to be seen as the one who had done the deed. The Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had assembled you see, to get that blasted Italian who had caused such misery. Their fearless leader lay low in Tucson, wounded he was you see by that fearsome giant Italian from the Mediteranean Sea. A lone voice rose up, enough, this isn't funny, you're a bunch of bullies hounding just one Eytie. Astounded, they pounded, their fingers to the keys, whose this little Aussie bleeder criticizing the land of the free? Bulldust they roared the blood rushing to their heads, we'll jump through hoops to prove our superiority. A few lone voices rose up, why pound the poor blokes into the dust? But the gang rolled on, not a shred of decency. No stopping the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland in the land of the free. Sunday came and went, no rest there was to be. For the job was to be done, until no dissenters there were to be. It WAS funny, you see! No honesty, no decency, no holds were barred, the Gang knew they had them on the ropes. No mercy you see. That dangerous Italian was going places we all hope we'll never see. And when the dust was settled, and light began to shine, That little bloody Aussie thought he'd try for a laugh, just to see if the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had a sense of humour. We'll see. chris sharp __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list
Re: [meteorite-list] Poor humour alert (OT)
You forgot the part where we killed all the indians. At 05:10 PM 11/18/03 +1000, chris sharp wrote: The posse had assembled, hats low over their brows, for no one wanted to be seen as the one who had done the deed. The Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had assembled you see, to get that blasted Italian who had caused such misery. Their fearless leader lay low in Tucson, wounded he was you see by that fearsome giant Italian from the Mediteranean Sea. A lone voice rose up, enough, this isn't funny, you're a bunch of bullies hounding just one Eytie. Astounded, they pounded, their fingers to the keys, whose this little Aussie bleeder criticizing the land of the free? Bulldust they roared the blood rushing to their heads, we'll jump through hoops to prove our superiority. A few lone voices rose up, why pound the poor blokes into the dust? But the gang rolled on, not a shred of decency. No stopping the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland in the land of the free. Sunday came and went, no rest there was to be. For the job was to be done, until no dissenters there were to be. It WAS funny, you see! No honesty, no decency, no holds were barred, the Gang knew they had them on the ropes. No mercy you see. That dangerous Italian was going places we all hope we'll never see. And when the dust was settled, and light began to shine, That little bloody Aussie thought he'd try for a laugh, just to see if the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had a sense of humour. We'll see. chris sharp __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list
[meteorite-list] Poor humour alert (OT)
The posse had assembled, hats low over their brows, for no one wanted to be seen as the one who had done the deed. The Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had assembled you see, to get that blasted Italian who had caused such misery. Their fearless leader lay low in Tucson, wounded he was you see by that fearsome giant Italian from the Mediteranean Sea. A lone voice rose up, enough, this isn't funny, you're a bunch of bullies hounding just one Eytie. Astounded, they pounded, their fingers to the keys, whose this little Aussie bleeder criticizing the land of the free? Bulldust they roared the blood rushing to their heads, we'll jump through hoops to prove our superiority. A few lone voices rose up, why pound the poor blokes into the dust? But the gang rolled on, not a shred of decency. No stopping the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland in the land of the free. Sunday came and went, no rest there was to be. For the job was to be done, until no dissenters there were to be. It WAS funny, you see! No honesty, no decency, no holds were barred, the Gang knew they had them on the ropes. No mercy you see. That dangerous Italian was going places we all hope we'll never see. And when the dust was settled, and light began to shine, That little bloody Aussie thought he'd try for a laugh, just to see if the Cuckoo Gang from Fairyland had a sense of humour. We'll see. chris sharp __ Meteorite-list mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/meteorite-list