Good Night Smokey troll

Avalon · Post by **Avalon** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 12:02 pm

You should not be exposing yourself in public!!!!
Shame on you being a barrister and all that, however they do say that the legal profession is full of perverts!!!!
Adieu

Critic2 · Post by **Critic2** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 12:20 pm

Avalon wrote:You should not be exposing yourself in public!!!!
Shame on you being a barrister and all that, however they do say that the legal profession is full of perverts!!!!
Adieu

Good Morning Useless, have you come for your daily thrashing? How far out of your depth do you have to sink before you realise you are drowning?

LOVE AND KISSES

critic2

PS have I mentioned recently that you are useless, Avalon?

linda_lakeside · Post by **linda_lakeside** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 4:19 pm

Hmmmm.....curiouser and curioser. If it's all right with everyone (even it it isn't, actually), I do believe that I'll just have a seat in the bar and watch the proceedings for a while. I don't think I'll order a drink, though, however, I do like to have it nearby in case I need one.

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 4:37 pm

Thank you for your esteemed distinctions, Byron and C2. I'm outta the fog now ~ and sitting next to Linda Lakeside, if you need me.

Avalon · Post by **Avalon** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 4:42 pm

C2, have i told you lately that I Love you, you are so masterfull, shouting from your legal pulpit. I think William C, should sack you for wasting her majesty's time. As a barrister you are acting like a street solicitor and you are of course, a tosspot.
Adieu

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 4:52 pm

Critic2 wrote:
Byron wrote: I lost it whilst propped against the bar
not the old "I lost my sword whilst it was propped up against the bar" excuse. you are a bad, bad man.

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Well my lord, as my old pal Bobby Mitchum would say,

Pardon me all over the place

It was a true and trusty blade in its day, in the light and especially at night.....
I bought it off that bloke who sells everything to everybody in every pub across the land, and immensely disturbed equines will never, ever, force me to give up his name.
Turns to stage right and whispers, "Don't worry Pike, I'll keep mum."

So be assured that, with men who hold the sanctity of keeping their lips sealed and their long johns on, the fight is already won.

Well that didn't take long....I'm off to the pub.

Exits through stage trap door, pursued by a bear.

Critic2 · Post by **Critic2** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 5:26 pm

Byron wrote:
Critic2 wrote:
Byron wrote: I lost it whilst propped against the bar
not the old "I lost my sword whilst it was propped up against the bar" excuse. you are a bad, bad man.

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It was a true and trusty blade in its day, in the light and especially at night.....
I bought it off that bloke who sells everything to everybody in every pub across the land, and immensely disturbed equines will never, ever, force me to give up his name.
Turns to stage right and whispers, "Don't worry Pike, I'll keep mum.")

so it's true what they say about you, Byron. You'd sell your own mother for an offensive weapon! I need to lie down immediately.

warm regards

critic2

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 5:45 pm

Returns, suspended from the flies (a theatrical term!) clutching a badly wounded, limp, and lifeless, smokey sausage.

"That damn bear beat me to it my liege. I only managed to grab the limp, smokey sausage while the bear was adjusting his longjohns.......Bugger! it couldn't have been a real bear. I've been thwarted (not a pleasant sight) on my first mission to save the Empire (Drury Lane ? well away from off-Broadway anyway) and the lads will mock my feeble attempt at heroic legend making."

Stares at the roof of the 'house' and pointing to the gods, shouts (In a deep barrytone) "Play with us as you will, we may be toys for your heavenly games (remembers Ms Sundry with a wistful, or half empty, glazing of the eyes) but we are men. Men who are strong and silent. Men who know when to keep quiet. Men who can...."

'For G-d's sake, will yer shut up down there, we're trying to count the knight's takings!'

Steps back from centre stage (which is difficult....still swung from the flies) and bursts into a rendition of hey that's no way jo to say goodbye.........

At this stage (puns continue to arrive like a speeding bear...thick and fast) I take my leave of this exhaulted company and adjourn to the commissary, behind the cloisters, and will wrap my limp and lifeless, smokey sausage, in a wet lettuce, and dream of one day becoming a VIP (with salad)......

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 5:49 pm

Sorry to be the one to inform you, my friend, but that position's already taken. You might want to consider submitting a request for "VIP (with Chef Salad)," where your limp sausage can be put to better use.

Saladrically yours,
Lizzy

Critic2 · Post by **Critic2** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 5:53 pm

Byron wrote:Returns, suspended from the flies (a theatrical term!) clutching a badly wounded, limp, and lifeless, smokey sausage.

"That damn bear beat me to it my liege. I only managed to grab the limp, smokey sausage while the bear was adjusting his longjohns.......Bugger! it couldn't have been a real bear. I've been thwarted (not a pleasant sight) on my first mission to save the Empire (Drury Lane ? well away from off-Broadway anyway) and the lads will mock my feeble attempt at heroic legend making."

Stares at the roof of the 'house' and pointing to the gods, shouts (In a deep barrytone) "Play with us as you will, we may be toys for your heavenly games (remembers Ms Sundry with a wistful, or half empty, glazing of the eyes) but we are men. Men who are strong and silent. Men who know when to keep quiet. Men who can...."

'For G-d's sake, will yer shut up down there, we're trying to count the knight's takings!'

Steps back from centre stage (which is difficult....still swung from the flies) and bursts into a rendition of hey that's no way jo to say goodbye.........

At this stage (puns continue to arrive like a speeding bear...thick and fast) I take my leave of this exhaulted company and adjourn to the commissary, behind the cloisters, and will wrap my limp and lifeless, smokey sausage, in a wet lettuce, and dream of one day becoming a VIP (with salad)......

an emergency meeting of the poetburo is immediately to be convened to recognise the excellence of your post, and alos to deal firmly but fairly with the alcoholic Mr Dstiller.

PLease check the appropriate thread.

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 5:56 pm

lizzytysh wrote:Sorry to be the one to inform you, my friend, but that position's already taken. You might want to consider submitting a request for "VIP (with Chef Salad)," where your limp sausage can be put to better use.

Saladrically yours,
Lizzy

How about a VIP (bit on the Side-Salad) ?

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 6:15 pm

Avalon wrote:You should not be exposing yourself in public!!!!
Shame on you being a barrister and all that, however they do say that the legal profession is full of perverts!!!!
Adieu

Nothing new there then

Honestly, 'ave you seen those judges? It must cost a f-o-r-t-u-n-e! to get rigged out like that. Were do they get all their gear from, that's what I want to know. (rhetorical question) And the price of ermine these days! it's a crime! Oooops. I was saying to my friend Sandy in The Fur and Feather (small bar in a back alley) that it must be very uncomfortable to sit up there all day long in that rigout. No wonder they keep stopping and having short adjournments for 'legal matters' to be discussed

And have you seen the way they all get together and walk through town every year with all their costumes on? No shame at all.

Avalon dear, you'll have to learn to be more tolarant, tolirunt, tolerrent, 'bloody hell' this damn keyboard.......
Go and have a cup of tea and a quick drag. (News Flash: Invasion of Puns Increases To Alarming Portions

)

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Thu Dec 16, 2004 6:34 pm

The Fur and Feather!?! Is that where my feline's been hanging out? For the birds or furry, alley dwellers, I wonder. YDF is not going to be pleased with news of this tucked-away establishment. Enough fur and feathers are flying already

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Byron · Post by **Byron** » Fri Dec 17, 2004 12:02 am

The Fur and Feather, or Far and Further, For and Forever, is a small english pub in a small narrow lane off a main street in Liverpool. The street is called Cheapside. Opposite the pub is the Main Bridewell. A matter of 3 strides across the lane from door to door. Easier to get in and out of the former than the latter. Behind the walls of the Main Bridewell are the cells that hold prisoners who are brought before the City's Magistrates.
The top Magistrate used to be called the Stipendiary Magistrate. Perhaps he/she still is in residence. His job was the only one that was paid. Hence 'stipend.' Pronounced sty-pend. All other magistrates are ordinary members of the public who are suited to the task of judging their fellow men. A voluntary and part-time task, which carries expenses only.
The Bridewell is a very old building. Some of it is newer, but a court and prison cells have stood on the site for donkey's years. ie: hundreds of years. A pub has been opposite the court since that was built. It was thirsty work sending men to the gallows or to the colonies. Anyone who worked in the building used to use that pub. It was were most of the real work was done between the police, solicitors, probation officers etc., who made a living from the crimes of others.
Work involved constant communication between all of the parties and what could not be written down could be whispered in attentive ears within the confines of the pub.
It was not dissimilar to a market town on market days, when cattlemen, shepherds, farmers, drovers, buyers and sellers would meet over a pint to do business in the old pubs. Or something like the Stock Exchange, where groups stand around shouting prices and doing deals with one another.
Rest assured Elizabeth, that if your pussycat ventured into such a place, she/he would be in the midst of some very interesting conversations and would find her/his knowledge of men/women and the world, much enlightened. Only the name of the pub has been changed to protect those who protect the innocent and the guilty.

YDF could visit the pub. It is a free country after all is said and done. But there are moves afoot to declare our independence from the US.

Time is an amazing thing. Yesterday's terrorists are today's freedom fighters. What would have been considered treason in 1944, is now called commerce. GB planted the English language all over the world, and its empire could turn through a day and the sun would not have set on at least some part of the empire. Roman Emperors declared that their empire would rule for a thousand years. Hitler declared a similar wish. In the long view, what simple desires men have, and how limited their vision.
Hydra awaits those who would cast off the shackles of modernity and dispensing with modern comforts (apart from a multi-million dollar aeroplane) for a short term in our short lives we can wallow in the afterglow of lc's presence...... pm's have been sent lizzie. I'll see you in the sentbox/outbox/inbox.

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Fri Dec 17, 2004 12:17 am

Ah, thanks for the criminal justice and legal profession lessons. Tee-Hee.....'tis an old carryover, this pub business between the primary parties. Seems many a matter is settled similarly here [but keep that to your mum self

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Yes, PMs been received and answered; phone calls made; oh, what a furry of activity

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Hydra ~ ahhhhhhh.

~ Lizzy