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| Re: a comment on Suggestions by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w |
10-Feb-04/3:19 AM |
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| Re: What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos |
3-Nov-03/6:06 AM |
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OMG THIS IS BORING LOL ASL -10-
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| Re: a comment on Tiddles Breathes his Last by scitz |
30-Oct-03/4:48 AM |
When did you become such a dunce?
\Till\, prep. [OE. til, Icel. til; akin to Dan. til, Sw.
till, OFries. til, also to AS. til good, excellent, G. ziel
end, limit, object, OHG. zil, Goth. tils, gatils, fit,
convenient, and E. till to cultivate. See {Till}, v. t.]
To; unto; up to; as far as; until; -- now used only in
respect to time, but formerly, also, of place, degree, etc.,
and still so used in Scotland and in parts of England and
Ireland; as, I worked till four o'clock; I will wait till
next week.
He . . . came till an house. --Chaucer.
Women, up till this Cramped under worse than
South-sea-isle taboo. --Tennyson.
Similar sentiments will recur to every one familiar
with his writings -- all through them till the very
end. --Prof.
Wilson.
{Till now}, to the present time.
{Till then}, to that time.
\Un*til"\, prep. [OE. until, ontil; un- (as in unto) + til
till; cf. Dan. indtil, Sw. intill. See {Unto}, and {Till},
prep.]
1. To; unto; towards; -- used of material objects. --Chaucer.
Taverners until them told the same. --Piers
Plowman.
He roused himself full blithe, and hastened them
until. --Spenser.
2. To; up to; till; before; -- used of time; as, he staid
until evening; he will not come back until the end of the
month.
He and his sons were priests to the tribe of Dan
until the day of the captivity. --Judg. xviii.
30.
Note: In contracts and like documents until is construed as
exclusive of the date mentioned unless it was the
manifest intent of the parties to include it.
\Un*til"\, conj.
As far as; to the place or degree that; especially, up to the
time that; till. See {Till}, conj.
In open prospect nothing bounds our eye, Until the
earth seems joined unto the sky. --Dryden.
But the rest of the dead lives not again until the
thousand years were finished. --Rev. xx. 5.
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| Re: a comment on Belgium and rose tears by SupremeDreamer |
30-Oct-03/4:41 AM |
Stop quibbling with your other half and answer me this one question.
Assuming that you had to buy one item from Natalie's Marriage Agency, which of the following items would you buy?
(a) The wine called "Bastardo"
(b) The wine called "Last Supper"
(c) A chocolate squirrel
(d) A pie made from "crepitating globules"
(e) A wife
(f) A sausage kiev
Feel free to browse at http://ma-natalie.com
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| Re: Indiana Jones and the Temple of 'shroom by SupremeDreamer |
23-Oct-03/4:34 AM |
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| Re: Child of my Buttocks by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. |
23-Oct-03/4:31 AM |
This reminds me of "On a Supper of a Stinking Ducks" by Samuel Wesley.
The story thus - At a Clubb of Younkers, after a Frost a couple of Wild-Ducks were bought. A thaw coming the day after, these having before been frozen hard, fell in, appear'd all black, and stunk most harmoniously - yet, that nothing good might be wasted, the Purchasers dress't'em, and eat the first pretty nimbly, not staying to tast it; but by that time, Colon being a little pacifi'd, advancing to the second, it drove 'em all off, and was given a decent burial at last in the Boghouse.
Come all you brisk Lads that have ever been seen,
At the place that you wot of hight-Clerken-well-Green!
First of all Merry Mac, come and taste our good cheer,
For our Hearts will all vibrate thy Lyricks to hear.
One and all run and Saddle your Cane, or your Beast,
And hasten full speed to the bountiful Feast!
In pow'rful Gambado's, or sinical Boot;
In a thrid-bare old Cloak, or a new Sur le tont!
Or flaming with Fringe, or meek Kid on your Hand,
With blustering Cravat, or reverent Band!
Both peaceable Hazle, and Kill-devil Steel,
Both Tory-Bamboo, and Fanatick-Brazeel!
Remember Batts Axiom, your Curtlass prepare!
Whet Stomachs, and Knives! Here's a Bill of the Fare;
Here's Duck upon Duck, for no more you must look;
If you'll have any more you must go to the Cook.
I tell you the Truth, and I tell you no lye!
They shine and 'twere Butter, or Stars in the Sky:
Zich glorry-vatt Ducks but zildom are zean,
Whore shou'd they be bore but about Taunton-Dean.
If they stink Mrs. Muse your nice Nose you may hold!
Disparage 'em not for they're bought, and they're sold;
Consider as cheap of the Poulter they had 'em,
As e're of the Higler-(the Servant!)
Here Dick, Black-Bess for thy absence should frown,
Look over thy Shoulder, and 'tweak off their Down:
But prythee deal gently, for 'twould be no Wonder,
They're so soft, and so young, if they sall all-asunder.
'Tis true I confess, if my Nostrils can tell,
They send out a kind of a Civity smell:
Yet more then a Bustard the Poulter might prize one
Like them, for their flavour like pasty Venizon.
Some will say they've a whiff like a Worm-eaten Bitch,
Or a Tartar Ragoo, ready dresst in a Ditch:
Or a cleanly blue-Pig-but ne're keck honest fellow!
For they're wholesome enow, tho' a little too mellow.
They're black, but where Indians do paint the De'el White,
That colour be sure's a most heavenly sight:
They dropt from the Moon out of Breath, and the Thumps
Which they took on the Ground have discolour'd their Rumps.
Cozen John! 't had been better if y'had not been so sickle,
But in our Garden-Cellar had laid 'em in pickle:
Tho' the Cook says they're sweet, I'll venture engage her,
That the Ducks should ha' stunk with the T--'s for a Wager.
Pothecary's Bills have full often half broke us,
With chargeable Vomits of Carduus and Crocus:
When these Ducks from the Bum-gut to Keckhorn would draw,
And like a Turn'd-Pudding-bag empty the Maw;
O Spirits of Arm-pits, and Essence of Toes!
O Hogo of Ulcers, and Hospital Nose!
O Devils Dung fragant, and tarrifi'd feather,
With Snuff, and with Carrion, Ana, jumbled together!
O Jelly of Toads! India's hasty-Pudding!
O Playsters of Issues champt down o'the sudden!
With fat blubby Pease, that are grimy all o're,
Thick butter'd with delicate matter and Gore!
Well! If these you survive, I'll believe 'tis no Fable,
That Indians gut Adders, and bring 'em to Table:
But after, if your Pest'lent Breath sally on us,
Wee'll get to the Windward, or Mercy upon us!
Hoyst 'em up with a Rope at the Fire! 'tis no matter,
Tho' they drop in the dripping, and crawl in the Platter;
So do's the sweet Phaenix on Frankincense-Faggot,
Sit roasting her self till she turn to a Maggot.
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| Re: For M. B. by Tits |
15-Oct-03/8:39 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Ecohippie by ?-Dave_Mysterious-? |
15-Oct-03/4:14 AM |
I was at Royal Grammar School, Amersham, High Wycombe, Bucks.
Where did you go to school?
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| Re: My love for Katie by Stephen Robins |
6-Oct-03/9:24 AM |
I am appalled by your verbosity. Your work is weighed down with superfluous verbiage. You will never get Katie to fellate you at this rate.
Your chances of succeeding in this respect are about as high as your chances of being requested by Max Clifford to assist a premiership football team in spit-roasting a 17 year old Catholic schoolgirl in the bedroom of a luxury hotel.
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| Re: Being Called Dave by ?-Dave_Mysterious-? |
19-Sep-03/2:28 AM |
Excellent.
Without a doubt, ?-Dave_Mysterious-? is very amusing. My confusion arises from the fact that our Dave does not have the air of a newbie. He seems very sure of himself, and acts as though he knows the character traits of the existing users. Either he has been observing quietly from the sidelines for a long time, or he is an existing member with a new username.
Certain similarities with -=Dark_Angel=- but no clear indication that they are one and the same person. Besides which, they have very different obsessions.
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/7:12 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/7:08 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/7:01 AM |
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Ha ha. You will never know. Go suck a rabbit's ass!
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:57 AM |
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:54 AM |
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I repeat for the benefit of the hard of hearing: "Although I posted this Settle pastiche, I am not Settle. See if you can guess who I am. Compile a list of my various usernames."
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:51 AM |
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Although I posted this Settle pastiche, I am not Settle. See if you can guess who I am. Compile a list of my various usernames.
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:51 AM |
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Although I have posted this Settle pastiche, I'm not Settle. See if you can guess who I am. Compile a list of my various usernames.
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:32 AM |
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You're crazy coming out with random abuse like that. What on earth provoked such outrage? Are you some sort of anti-pornography campaigner?
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| Re: a comment on Teen Hardcore by Johnnie Baptiste |
2-Jul-03/6:23 AM |
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What are you talking about? I was warned by a friend that this site was full of lunatics. Then you come along and prove him right.
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| Re: -=Words_From_Dark_Angel=- by wEdible Underpantsw |
2-Jul-03/2:01 AM |
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