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From the men that brought you the War on Drugs, and sprayed pesticide over peasant communities throughout the developing world.... From the men that brought you the War on Terror, and bombed peasant communities throughout the developing world, then invaded and bombed them again.... From the men that will not bring you the War on Tobacco, and never bomb Philip Morris or put the Marlboro Man in an orange jumpsuit.... We are now proud to bring you....the War on War! Deep within the inner sancti of the inner sancti of the nervebundles of powerdom, great minds have made a startling discoverance: the root cause of war is.....WAR!!! Browfurrowing lengths of thoughtoids were brought to bear on this most vexsome of conundri, until...hey prostate! the answer was spotulated, cornerized, and footkicked into submissionance. War has been declared on War! The militarian might of democratal statelets everywhere will be mobilarised, energised and befrissoned, before being launched into a full frontal assault on War itself. But there is also a role for you, the ordinarified citislum. War will not be crushtulated by bombardiating peasant communities in developizing countries alone. No. Your country kneads YOU! Go out into the streetsides, take positions on the roofspots, crackle open granpoppy's old blundertruss. The time has come before the hour has past. War is among us. It wearsuits a humanish maskface. It could be your neighbour, it could be your friend, but it's more likely to be that guy that lives down from number 42 who you've never really liked, talks a bit foreign and eats funny food. He is War! He must be stopped! WAR HIM NOW BEFORE IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE TO GO BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN YOU KNEW WHO THE ENEMY REALLY WAS!!!! |
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 10/4/2009 2:06 am |
war on sunday? can't we leave it for tomorrow?
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10/4/2009 2:21 am |
war on sunday? can't we leave it for tomorrow?
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10/4/2009 2:27 am |
No dear, it wouldn´t be a holy one!!!!!  but, but ... I've finally got my day off!
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10/4/2009 4:10 am |
I always knew, that some how it was not the gun that killed but mankind..That they invented war and not the animals.. It is the truth in man that sets him free.. 
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10/4/2009 9:27 am |
*already on a war footing* VENCEREMOS!
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10/4/2009 3:50 pm |
ok my friend just give me a mo let me get something to eat you know ? we can't go to war hungry so let me go get myself a snack first ok  read between the lines there's happines inside
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10/5/2009 5:17 am |
Am glad I just had my dinner, otherwise I wouldn't know what the flack you're talking about  Am always on top of things. Live in the penthouse and don't really mind what my neighbour on the 42nd floor eats. For all I know he just has a lot of crap for dinner so that he can crap better on the ones below him  It's nice to be insane when No one is watching
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10/5/2009 6:09 am |
...or war could be that 40 year old bearded guy on the blogs, writes about foreign and hard to comprehend poetry and enjoys philosophizing. He must not be stopped! “My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too.”
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10/5/2009 6:09 am |
need peace not war. "Running In Heels..." 
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10/5/2009 10:12 am |
war on sunday? can't we leave it for tomorrow?
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10/5/2009 10:13 am |
No dear, it wouldn´t be a holy one!!!!! as Robin would have said
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10/5/2009 10:15 am |
but, but ... I've finally got my day off!Interesting concept, I'll mull it over. *mull...mull...mull...mull*
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10/5/2009 10:17 am |
I always knew, that some how it was not the gun that killed but mankind..That they invented war and not the animals.. And anyway, animals are rubbish at war. They lack the necessary organisational skills....not to mention opposable thumbs for pulling the triggers on the guns....although chimpanzees have been known to go to war amongst themselves, and they have opposable thumbs...however, we have air support, so we win.
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10/5/2009 10:19 am |
*already on a war footing* VENCEREMOS! Remember, this is a war on war...so as soon as I start it, shoot me.
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10/5/2009 10:20 am |
ok my friend just give me a mo let me get something to eat you know ? we can't go to war hungry so let me go get myself a snack first ok So you eat, and we'll march on yours.
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10/5/2009 10:23 am |
Am glad I just had my dinner, otherwise I wouldn't know what the flack you're talking about Am always on top of things. Live in the penthouse and don't really mind what my neighbour on the 42nd floor eats. For all I know he just has a lot of crap for dinner so that he can crap better on the ones below him I think I just found our artillery spotter, not to mention sniper's position, and aprés-guerre soirée venue.
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10/5/2009 10:25 am |
...or war could be that 40 year old bearded guy on the blogs, writes about foreign and hard to comprehend poetry and enjoys philosophizing. He must not be stopped! Okay, maybe he shouldn't be stopped, but someone could at least slow him down a little. Any ideas?
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10/5/2009 10:26 am |
need peace not war. But after we've won the war on war there will be peace forever and ever and ever. We'll live peacefully ever after. (until the inevitable war on peace, obviously)
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10/5/2009 11:31 am |
It seems that everytime some delinquent (inevitably from the wrong side of the Atlantic) declares war on something, something wins. The War on Poverty (current score, Poverty is ahead by a country mile), the War on Drugs (Drugs are winning hands down) and the War on Terror (with everyone now more 'terrified' than before I guess Terror is ahead their too). So, based on the current track record, here's the obvious solution - declare War on Peace .....
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10/5/2009 12:22 pm |
Holy War, Batman! as Robin would have said Oh wouldn´t that be a good start. All men in tights .......instant nitrous oxide, Make laugh not war.
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10/5/2009 12:31 pm |
It seems that everytime some delinquent (inevitably from the wrong side of the Atlantic) declares war on something, something wins. The War on Poverty (current score, Poverty is ahead by a country mile), the War on Drugs (Drugs are winning hands down) and the War on Terror (with everyone now more 'terrified' than before I guess Terror is ahead their too). So, based on the current track record, here's the obvious solution - declare War on Peace .....
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10/5/2009 12:34 pm |
On your own head be it...and it will be...on it...your head, that is. anyway, now monday came and I didn't have time for a war either ... and now it is late and I am tired ... let's postpone it again
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10/5/2009 1:19 pm |
You're right, we didn't invent the animals. And anyway, animals are rubbish at war. They lack the necessary organisational skills....not to mention opposable thumbs for pulling the triggers on the guns....although chimpanzees have been known to go to war amongst themselves, and they have opposable thumbs...however, we have air support, so we win.  It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/5/2009 2:51 pm |
It seems that everytime some delinquent (inevitably from the wrong side of the Atlantic) declares war on something, something wins. The War on Poverty (current score, Poverty is ahead by a country mile), the War on Drugs (Drugs are winning hands down) and the War on Terror (with everyone now more 'terrified' than before I guess Terror is ahead their too). So, based on the current track record, here's the obvious solution - declare War on Peace ..... As long as it's the right wrong side, of course. If we declare war on the wrong wrong side, that wouldn't be right, and we have to be right, otherwise we'd be wrong, and there's no room for wrong, right?
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10/5/2009 2:52 pm |
I love men in tights, you can be Batman and ah Airtight Robin. Oh wouldn´t that be a good start. All men in tights .......instant nitrous oxide, Make laugh not war. Don't tell me. You're the Joker, aintcha.
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10/5/2009 2:54 pm |
interesting, there is a right side of Atlantic! although it depends which way you're facing
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10/5/2009 2:55 pm |
I think a war in head may cause a headache, anyway, now monday came and I didn't have time for a war either ... and now it is late and I am tired ... let's postpone it again
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10/5/2009 3:00 pm |
And so while we are warin' and winin' hopefully, at the opponents we scream "You dirty b**tard Animals"...Poor Animals with their opposable thumbs,have no clue that they are involved in a war..... They might be dirty, but let's not be rude. This is war, not football.
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10/5/2009 9:11 pm |
So let's declare war on the wrong side of the Atlantic! As long as it's the right wrong side, of course. If we declare war on the wrong wrong side, that wouldn't be right, and we have to be right, otherwise we'd be wrong, and there's no room for wrong, right?
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10/5/2009 9:32 pm |
I'm not sure we should go casting aspersions upon the parentage of any animals using their thumbs to oppose us. They might be dirty, but let's not be rude. This is war, not football.   It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/5/2009 11:47 pm |
and a left side, too although it depends which way you're facing 
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10/6/2009 12:46 am |
i need hug not war the most beautiful view is the one I share with you
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10/6/2009 2:44 am |
The man's a danger to himself and all who are near him! Okay, maybe he shouldn't be stopped, but someone could at least slow him down a little. Any ideas? “My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too.”
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10/6/2009 4:40 am |
It seems that everytime some delinquent (inevitably from the wrong side of the Atlantic) declares war on something, something wins. The War on Poverty (current score, Poverty is ahead by a country mile), the War on Drugs (Drugs are winning hands down) and the War on Terror (with everyone now more 'terrified' than before I guess Terror is ahead their too). So, based on the current track record, here's the obvious solution - declare War on Peace ..... They always roll off my fork It's nice to be insane when No one is watching
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10/6/2009 5:49 am |
Me and Markos in tights? Don't tell me. You're the Joker, aintcha.
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10/6/2009 6:54 am |
Declare War on Peas Al They always roll off my fork If they keep rolling off the fork then impale the little buggers - it isn't cruel afterall you are going to eat them alive!
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10/6/2009 9:49 am |
I am working on infesting the world's milk supply with opium. It should prove to be a sublime experience. (suckles in a demanding manner with a sense of surrender)
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 10/6/2009 5:46 pm |
No one really wins with war. One knows when happiness is found, when one no longer seeks it.  
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10/7/2009 3:36 am |
So following this impeccable logic, if we declare "War on Wrong" then Right would have to prevail The only tiny drawback being that most of humanity has a hard enough time telling left from right, let alone right from wrong.
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10/7/2009 3:37 am |
That's exactly my point!..Let's just not war against any one but have peace and a friendly football game.. Did you see the West Ham - Millwall match?
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10/7/2009 3:37 am |
did you eat the upper and lower parts? I drank them.
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10/7/2009 3:39 am |
i need hug not war
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10/7/2009 3:40 am |
...have many but all those who are near him might not like him slowing down. there's nobody near, go on, tell me
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10/7/2009 3:41 am |
Declare War on Peas Al They always roll off my fork
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10/7/2009 3:42 am |
If You and Markos wear tights, I(t)´ll be the best Joke(r) you´ve ever had.
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10/7/2009 3:44 am |
War on Peas now that would have to be a Tolsto(r)y If they keep rolling off the fork then impale the little buggers - it isn't cruel afterall you are going to eat them alive! Or you eat them raw?
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10/7/2009 3:49 am |
I am working on infesting the world's milk supply with opium. It should prove to be a sublime experience. (suckles in a demanding manner with a sense of surrender)
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10/7/2009 3:50 am |
No one really wins with war.
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10/7/2009 5:56 am |
*studies the surroundings carefully* there's nobody near, go on, tell me ..and say "please" in my own time, i will tell you “My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too.”
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10/7/2009 10:02 am |
Friendly football game? Did you see the West Ham - Millwall match? But I imagine they were tearing at each others Balls..  It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/7/2009 1:38 pm |
You obviously haven't seen me in a mini skirt. 
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10/8/2009 12:52 pm |
Any other war, than an intergalactic war, it will be boring, cause we all know, how wars tend to end.
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10/8/2009 10:54 pm |
you turning war-freak on me, poet? rose  "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/9/2009 2:16 am |
Crikey...if we did things your way, there'd never be a war....hmmm...I just had an idea.  who is that Crikey?
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10/9/2009 2:19 am |
You can't eat the Atlantic, silly. I drank them.
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10/10/2009 6:18 am |
It is true that our country somehow kneads us, but if we really have to be reduced to the extent of a dough, we could at least polish it all over with wax, so as to sprain every knuckle of the country's fingers when they attempt to lay upon us. 
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10/10/2009 1:56 pm |
(rolls out the trebuchet and takes aim)
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10/10/2009 5:03 pm |
Gimme the register!! I'm signing now! (Marches to a shack that looks like it could for some unknown reason, have a register in it)
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10/10/2009 5:06 pm |
Me and Markos in tights? Don't tell me. You're the Joker, aintcha.
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10/12/2009 7:04 am |
Tights! Hmmm... Soldiers should have deep gruff voices. I think tights would erode at our voices. From the bottom up... MMMM that would bring a quick end to war, ... you are the better Joker.
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10/12/2009 11:16 am |
you need glasses ..and say "please" in my own time, i will tell you
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10/12/2009 11:21 am |
Nope I did not.. But I imagine they were tearing at each others Balls..
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10/12/2009 11:37 am |
Next time I´m in Spain we´ll have lunch in Sitges and you can wear them. (it says so on a banner in the Nou Camp)
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10/12/2009 11:43 am |
Any other war, than an intergalactic war, it will be boring, cause we all know, how wars tend to end.
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10/12/2009 11:48 am |
you turning war-freak on me, poet? rose I'm turning war into freak poetry.
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10/12/2009 11:53 am |
waiting for the idea who is that Crikey? The idea is your own.
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10/12/2009 11:59 am |
and while you were doing it, what made you decide, "now it is the end of the upper, let me go to the lower". or did you start with the lower?
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10/12/2009 12:05 pm |
It is true that our country somehow kneads us, but if we really have to be reduced to the extent of a dough, we could at least polish it all over with wax, so as to sprain every knuckle of the country's fingers when they attempt to lay upon us. I like it.
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10/12/2009 12:08 pm |
(rolls out the trebuchet and takes aim)
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10/12/2009 12:16 pm |
Gimme the register!! I'm signing now! (Marches to a shack that looks like it could for some unknown reason, have a register in it)
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10/12/2009 1:58 pm |
Ah....but this is war with a twist!
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10/12/2009 11:43 pm |
... what gives? There are birds dropping miniature bombs on the mice burrows in the fields! Who the heck got those two involved in all of this? Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/13/2009 11:57 am |
Careful with that imagination, you might hurt yourself. But I kinda like the imagination,of the men and football...Makes me laugh... men on a field,chasing after each others balls...Ooouhhh I think I hurt me ribcage...hahahahahaha...ouuhhhhh.. It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/13/2009 12:51 pm |
What's the twist?
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10/13/2009 1:07 pm |
... what gives? There are birds dropping miniature bombs on the mice burrows in the fields! Who the heck got those two involved in all of this? That's what that's all about.
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10/13/2009 1:12 pm |
hahaha not if I can't kick me.... But I kinda like the imagination,of the men and football...Makes me laugh... men on a field,chasing after each others balls...Ooouhhh I think I hurt me ribcage...hahahahahaha...ouuhhhhh.. I told you you'd hurt yourself if you weren't careful!
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10/13/2009 11:01 pm |
The war will be fought with wing and claw, and tooth and paw. That's what that's all about. Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/14/2009 3:22 am |
The twist is the part where things turn out as you least expected..... I expected that.What now?
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10/14/2009 3:44 am |
... right... I sent the cats out... at this time they're sitting in the field laughing... You see what we're up against?
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10/14/2009 3:45 am |
That's part of a war strategy - to expect the unexpected. I expected that.What now?
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10/14/2009 4:12 am |
Did you expect the comfy chair? Anything else to make me change my mind about this war?
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10/14/2009 9:58 am |
I actually got the comfortable armchair,you need some updates mister! Anything else to make me change my mind about this war?
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10/14/2009 11:19 am |
Soft cushions?
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10/14/2009 3:35 pm |
As, this is war but, the soft cushions will cushion the blow?
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10/14/2009 7:07 pm |
Hiya Gowerboy  Mmmm Me dont do war Just Peace and Love DocZafJust a simple indian country-fried guy
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10/14/2009 11:08 pm |
That'll be the laughing gas. You see what we're up against? Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/15/2009 2:08 am |
Soft cushions are one of our most potent weapons, y'know. All I can say, it's that I'm craving for the 11 o'clock cup of coffee - the ultimate torture element...and ,ah yes, wait around 40 years or so (ain't old enough). Give up, confessing? Not yet?
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10/15/2009 3:21 am |
See? I told you you'd hurt yourself if you weren't careful! ....the imagination!...Another perspective then thinkin' War balls flying aimlessly about... It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/15/2009 12:48 pm |
Nope. I'm turning war into freak poetry. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/15/2009 1:22 pm |
Hiya Gowerboy Mmmm Me dont do war Just Peace and Love War on War is all about Peace and Love! If you love peace then make war on war! or something
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10/15/2009 2:22 pm |
I see... it's a dirty war indeed... I think it's time to declare the war on dirt... darn, who started this mess anyway?
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10/15/2009 2:24 pm |
I do know now. All I can say, it's that I'm craving for the 11 o'clock cup of coffee - the ultimate torture element...and ,ah yes, wait around 40 years or so (ain't old enough). Give up, confessing? Not yet?
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10/15/2009 2:30 pm |
I know,but I'm loving it... ....the imagination!...Another perspective then thinkin' War balls flying aimlessly about...
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10/15/2009 2:43 pm |
well, im too shallow for freak poetry but i can appreciate. love the way the words were used. you made them yours
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10/16/2009 12:39 am |
We've had Dirty Wars, Cold Wars, Hot Wars, Just Wars, Unjust Wars, World Wars, Star Wars, Civil Wars, Uncivil Wars....you're right, who started this mess? Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/16/2009 2:13 am |
Hey Doc. War on War is all about Peace and Love! If you love peace then make war on war! or something Thanks for edumakatin me  No wonder me was always placed at the back of the class DocZafJust a simple indian country-fried guy
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10/16/2009 2:30 am |
No one expects the Spanish Inqui......oh, bugger. Bugg away.
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10/16/2009 4:41 am |
Nothing more dangerous on a battlefield than aimless balls! It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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10/16/2009 9:49 am |
Hiya mr GowerBoy Thanks for edumakatin me No wonder me was always placed at the back of the class
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10/16/2009 9:50 am |
yea, well... after thinking about this for a minute I came to the happy conclusion that our so-called intelligence isn't doing anything to put us above the carnivorous beastie status... let's go join the other critters out back and get a good whiff of the laughing gas Oxymoron. See you out back with the junkie animals.
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10/16/2009 9:51 am |
There's been a twist! Bugg away. (it goes like this)
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10/16/2009 9:51 am |
I just realized...I've gone into hiding..
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10/16/2009 2:07 pm |
But can you do The Twist? (it goes like this) How well, I'll find out when I'll try it. Twist again? (like this way?)
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10/16/2009 2:12 pm |
Nobody's too shallow for freak poetry...go on....dip a toe in. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/17/2009 2:52 am |
DON'T SUPPORT THE WAR AGAINST DRUGS!
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10/17/2009 9:01 am |
Of course. How well, I'll find out when I'll try it. Twist again? (like this way?)
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10/17/2009 10:19 am |
not skinny-dipping with you in that genre, gower
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10/17/2009 10:20 am |
DON'T SUPPORT THE WAR AGAINST DRUGS!
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10/17/2009 1:56 pm |
Looking for my leopard print wombat fatigues.... This is about wombats, isn't it? Wishing you happiness Misty
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10/17/2009 2:36 pm |
Strip poetry....now there's a thought.... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/17/2009 2:44 pm |
Looking for my leopard print wombat fatigues.... This is about wombats, isn't it?
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10/17/2009 4:17 pm |
for every line you can't rhyme... you lose an article of clothing? talk about performance anxiety.
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10/18/2009 4:08 am |
War in words 4 real!
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10/18/2009 5:51 am |
War in words 4 real!
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10/18/2009 8:27 am |
excuse me, I think my iambic pentameter is showing "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/18/2009 1:08 pm |
impressive rhythm but short on length *quickly hides the haiku he was going to show her*
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10/19/2009 1:56 am |
Military Intelligence. Oxymoron. See you out back with the junkie animals. "happy happy... joy joy... Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/19/2009 4:17 am |
"happy happy... joy joy...
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10/20/2009 10:57 pm |
... ... amazing isn't it Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/20/2009 11:59 pm |
everyone's a critic these days *quickly hides the haiku he was going to show her* criticism keeps you grounded... is muse off sick? shoes please. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/21/2009 4:23 am |
... ... amazing isn't it
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10/21/2009 4:26 am |
**quickly scans haiku while he was busy looking up her skirt (so obvious even with his sunglasses on)** criticism keeps you grounded... is muse off sick? shoes please.
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10/22/2009 11:53 am |
You might regret your lack of undergarments by the time this game of strip poetry is over. all in shades of nude... but all there. your chest-hairs look cold... want to borrow my pashmina? "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/22/2009 12:57 pm |
in your dreams. all in shades of nude... but all there. your chest-hairs look cold... want to borrow my pashmina? (it was a nice dream, by the way)
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10/24/2009 3:50 am |
don't know..........
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10/24/2009 7:12 am |
don't know.......... Thanks for visiting.
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10/25/2009 9:23 am |
You're so confident of winning this game of strip poetry, you're even offering me your own clothing? (it was a nice dream, by the way) (from your viewpoint, maybe... you weren't the one performing the acrobatics. just nice???) "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/25/2009 3:27 pm |
considering that i’m still sitting here practically fully-clothed next to your... are those velcro fasteners on the sides of your chartreuse, skin-tight leather pants??? (from your viewpoint, maybe... you weren't the one performing the acrobatics. just nice???) Show me those acrobatic moves again....maybe "nice" was a little harsh.
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10/26/2009 10:11 am |
Easy release catches for those tricky Full Monty moments...you never know when the situation may arise. Show me those acrobatic moves again....maybe "nice" was a little harsh. im afraid i've already returned the harness and the gladiator shoes. (you cleaned up really well, by the way... but i think i prefer you on your back.) "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/27/2009 6:10 am |
The clarity is astounding Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/27/2009 4:02 pm |
i don’t think any situation can arise in the confines of those pants, chickie. im afraid i've already returned the harness and the gladiator shoes. (you cleaned up really well, by the way... but i think i prefer you on your back.) Turn and turn about, as they say.
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10/27/2009 4:03 pm |
... clearly! I wonder where all that fog just came from?
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10/27/2009 11:56 pm |
... oooohhhhh... well, that explains that anyway say... just how big a cup was that going to be? Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/28/2009 3:39 am |
... oooohhhhh... well, that explains that anyway say... just how big a cup was that going to be?
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10/28/2009 10:58 am |
I knew I'd overtightened the fastenings...explains the numbness below the knees. Turn and turn about, as they say. im just worried about your blood circulation, you understand. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/28/2009 11:50 pm |
Ginormous. Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/29/2009 4:21 am |
By all means, take it off. im just worried about your blood circulation, you understand. Have you got any scissors? I may need to cut myself out of these things.
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10/29/2009 4:24 am |
hee hee... like my coffee in the mornings
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10/29/2009 3:26 pm |
Your concern is commendable. Have you got any scissors? I may need to cut myself out of these things. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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10/29/2009 11:41 pm |
You must be buzzing all day Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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10/30/2009 8:06 am |
no scissors... but i have sharp teeth.
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10/30/2009 8:07 am |
...actually, buzzing is an understatement, ha ha ha... I make sure there's never too much blood in my caffeine system Tea, anyone?
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11/1/2009 9:14 am |
Now I'm concerned about my blood flow. now, tell me where it hurts. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/1/2009 11:09 pm |
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
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11/2/2009 3:49 am |
you’re in good hands... i had first aid training with the red cross. now, tell me where it hurts. That's where it hurts.
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11/2/2009 3:50 am |
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11/4/2009 10:27 am |
See the bite marks? That's where it hurts. you want a kiss to make it better? "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/5/2009 3:23 am |
i'm sorry... i usually exert better pressure control. you want a kiss to make it better?
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11/5/2009 9:32 am |
I'm not sure I trust your pressure control now. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/6/2009 8:35 am |
be patient with me... this is my first time.
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11/7/2009 3:36 pm |
yeah, right "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/8/2009 8:56 am |
i'd appreciate some sympathy here... im anxious enough.
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11/10/2009 11:11 am |
There, there, dear. Just close your eyes. Everything will be alright. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/11/2009 7:01 am |
i want to believe you, dearest... but you're always nowhere to be found in the morning!
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11/15/2009 4:38 am |
I just went for cigarettes....honest.... "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/17/2009 2:57 am |
it always take you a week to find those?
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11/17/2009 10:21 am |
Sometimes a month. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/18/2009 10:08 am |
i suppose you have to harvest the tobacco, put them out to dry and roll them, yourself.
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11/19/2009 11:13 am |
um...yeah...that's the reason "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/19/2009 12:33 pm |
yeah, right. What I meant to say was that I disappear for up to a month at a time out of a deep-seated fear of commitment and an irrational desire to hurt those closest to me. I always get that mixed up with buying cigarettes, don't know why.
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11/20/2009 4:54 pm |
Sorry, no, you're right. What I meant to say was that I disappear for up to a month at a time out of a deep-seated fear of commitment and an irrational desire to hurt those closest to me. I always get that mixed up with buying cigarettes, don't know why. if you want some space, just say "cigarettes" and i'll get out of the way, ok... no need to break my heart each time. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/21/2009 5:32 am |
well, i didn't expect a confession... at least i understand better now. if you want some space, just say "cigarettes" and i'll get out of the way, ok... no need to break my heart each time.
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11/21/2009 2:52 pm |
Somehow I don't think the heartbreaker here is me. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/22/2009 5:45 am |
i don't remember doing anything to your heart! i don't even know the combination to the vault you keep it in.
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11/23/2009 10:34 am |
I had it replaced with an attractive sculpture. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/23/2009 1:53 pm |
i accidentally broke something in the foyer last week... it wasn't the ming vase, was it? You really should be more careful....wherever you are.
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11/24/2009 12:08 pm |
If it was, it wasn't mine. I haven't got a ming vase.....or a foyer. You really should be more careful....wherever you are. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/24/2009 2:42 pm |
now, why do your words always turn out either laced with sarcasm or with a threat? a talent, that. (I just did it again, didn't I?)
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11/25/2009 11:34 am |
I'm sure I don't know what you mean. (I just did it again, didn't I?) "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/25/2009 2:17 pm |
self-awareness is a positive sign... the first step towards change. or so i heard in one too many leadership trainings.
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11/28/2009 12:13 pm |
Ma'am, yes, ma'am! "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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11/28/2009 1:29 pm |
one step forward, two steps back... tsk tsk tsk!
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11/30/2009 10:39 am |
Is that some kind of salsa routine? get really intimate. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/1/2009 3:05 am |
is that your way of asking me to dance? let me warn you, this could get really intimate.
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12/1/2009 1:46 pm |
Be careful yourself...I have a tendency to accidentally elbow my dance partner in the face. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/2/2009 10:51 am |
excuse me, i need to get some air... i think i have enough punch for the evening.
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12/3/2009 11:27 am |
I'll call you a stork. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/4/2009 5:28 am |
and shall i call you... baby?
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12/4/2009 1:28 pm |
Call me whatever you like, just don't call me too late. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/5/2009 8:05 am |
no, you're just in time... i've always wanted to call someone bumblebee.
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12/5/2009 1:32 pm |
Just give me a buzz, then. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/5/2009 3:10 pm |
The bees are on strike, demanding fewer flowers and more honey.
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12/6/2009 11:33 am |
bring the few flowers that you have and i'll provide all the honey you can take. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/7/2009 5:03 am |
don't get sticky
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12/7/2009 10:58 am |
you could always help me clean up. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/8/2009 5:56 am |
you spilt it?
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12/8/2009 10:38 am |
on me... oops! "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/9/2009 12:33 pm |
I can see.
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12/10/2009 6:59 am |
well, are you just going to look all night? "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/10/2009 9:28 am |
Oh, I'm sorry. Here, have a tissue.
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12/11/2009 11:53 am |
you are ever such a gentleman... what will i ever do without you to hand me a tissue. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/11/2009 1:09 pm |
carry your own, or be more careful with the honey, I spose
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12/12/2009 11:50 am |
or look for a man who doesn't carry a tissue... one who can appreciate a... oh, never mind. "when much is taken, something is returned." terry pratchett
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12/13/2009 3:08 am |
indeed
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