I see you can't use a spellchecker either, you illiterate
> > LOL!!!!!!!! That's the pot calling the kettle black. ramrod is over
> > 70 and it's likely his sphincter lost all its elasticity 40 years ago
> > from all the cocks he's had in it..
> Your suppositions is quite amusing.
We're sure you enjoyed every inch...
> >> As you said 'we' I suppose we can assume you put a strap on your blow up
> >> doll for the occasion. Does she 'peg' you also?
> > Blah..blah..blah..
> No denial so we can say it is correct.
Your psycho babble is so unlikely it's beyond having to deny. Just
like when faggot salberg gets drunk and whines that we don't bathe.
> > BTW, I posted that you would switch yer nym back to the shitstabber of
> > baal after I laid teh bait. How does it feel to be manipulated?
> > LMAO!!!!!!!
> I have already thanked you for that.
Glad you like to be used. We'll be happy to oblige!!
> I suppose that is trying to get back at me for making you looks stupid over
> that US/Euro when I tricked you yet again.
But ya can't post a link to it, why is that? your links are all dead...
"Ramrod ..the man who claimed to be smarter than Einstein LMAO!!!!!!!!!"
Poor demented Boob keeps harking about this, but what he does not quote is
what was actually said, because he is a two faced liar.
Here is what was said :-
RR>>Typical of creatures of your ilk, everything is taken out of context.
Let us look at exactly what we did say re Einstein?<<
B&C>> Education has nothing to do with a lack of religion "Rod", "Of
I believe in a higher power, without it, there would be total
RR>What one mans opinion is, means little in this case, even if he is
Einstein, if Albert had said Gay sex is wonderful, and all should try it,
would you quote him?<<
RR>>Hardly saying I am smarter than Einstein, if he had said scrambled eggs
are the best breakfast, would you say because he was one of the world’s
smartest men, this was correct? Hardly, he was an expert in his own
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Date: Fri, Oct 7 2011 3:12 pm
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
The Adventures of Stevie #208
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 14 in this story, in the Winter of year 5 of special school,
after the new year.
The Adventures of Stevie #208 "Night And"
At about 3AM, my alarm went off. My mental alarm was set on my life
sense, to wake me up if anybody came close to our archeological camp in
British Honduras. I woke up the team, which were at that time besides
me, Tomba, Pete, Rod, and Chad. We all made a big lump under the
blanket. We got up and dressed for action. Pete asked Rod to fly over
them invisible, and get a good look at what they were doing. He chose
Rod, because he can see in the dark better than any regular human. He
reported back they were armed with the usual, such as rifles and
pistols, with a few things extra. One carried a sword, one carried a
mortar, and another carried shells for that, and they all had hand
grenades. We didn't want explosives at the school, so we decided to
drop them in a nearby lake. We figured they would set up the mortar at
about half a mile from us. Rod would port the shell away from the
barrel as soon as the bandit dropped it in, and keep doing that until
they gave up that tactic. It happened just like that. They couldn't
figure out what had happened, but it was dark and they couldn't see, so
they weren't as afraid as they would have been in the daytime.
We figured they would try a combination of rifle and grenade attack
next. We didn't want to put primed grenades in the lake to make
explosions, so we decided to throw them up as high and fast as we
could, with 4th hands. I expected them to be above the atmosphere
before they exploded, if they didn't burn up from friction first, and
go off that way. We each had our own bandit to work with. I said "Can I
have the one with the sword? I like swords." Pete smiled, and said
"Sure. I wonder what you are going do do with it." I said "Me too." The
bandits settled down, and got ready to throw the grenades. They put
down their rifles down to do that, which we immediately ported to the
school, which they didn't notice in the dark. They threw the grenades,
and we grabbed them and tossed them hard upward. They exploded so high
in the air, they sounded like weak thunder. I wondered if the bandits
thought it was angry Gods making the noise.
Then the bandits reached for their rifles, and couldn't find them.
Then they tried for their pistols, and found they were gone, too. Then
something unexpected happened. The jaguar was in the area, but I wasn't
watching him, because I thought he would have enough sense to keep away
from the bandits. I was wrong. Jag attacked them, and he was cut by the
sword. I pulled the sword out of the bandit's hand and poked him with
it in the butt. We decided to have a talk with the bandits. Rod, still
invisible in the air, said to them, "Come to us at our camp. Do it now,
or the sword will draw pretty pictures on your skins, in blood." Some
of them tried to run in the other direction, but they kept tripping on
4th hands, with the sword poking them in their butts. After a while,
they all came to us, which we could see, with our lights turned on.
They could see us, and me tending to the jaguar they sliced. I had
ported him to me, asleep. The cut wasn't that bad, and I healed him so
the bandits could see me do it. Then I woke up the cat, and told him he
had been hurt, but I had made it better. He purred and licked my hand,
which made the bandits look very surprised.
Rod ported to inside the big tent, and came out to join us. He did it
that way because we didn't want the bandits to know we could be
invisible. You don't give away what you can do, unless you have to.
What the enemy doesn't know, he can't plan for, which is to your
advantage. Pete told the bandits, "If you want to play with us, that's
fine, but you leave our friend alone." He pointed at Jag, who went over
to him, and licked his hand, too. Pete stroked his fur. The bandits
were shaking in fear. Pete said to them, "Sit down, and we'll talk."
The team did, but the bandits didn't. Pete said, "Please do what I
asked, or the sword behind you might get hungry for parts of your
bodies you would rather keep attached." I slapped the leader's butt
with the side of the sword. Startled, and with severely wounded
dignity, he sat. The others did, too.
Pete said, "Now that we are comfortable, let's talk. Why do you want
to kill us?" They didn't say anything. Pete looked at the sword, about
to say something to it, and the leader said, "We want to take your
things." Pete said "But we already said you couldn't have them. Didn't
you understand that?" The leader said "You are weak, and we are strong.
We take what we want." Pete said gently, "Look at us, and look at you.
Who are really the weak ones here?" They thought it over. Pete said
"Stephen, that man has cut himself. Do you think you can help him?" I
nodded and went to that man, who tried to move away. A team member held
him still with a 4th hand, before I did it, probably because they
thought I was doing enough things at a time, already. He had a bleeding
cut on his arm. I drew the edges together with my fingers, after I
stopped his pain, and put healing energy into it, which sealed it shut.
I told him, "Don't do heavy work with that arm for a day, and it will
heal well." I want back to my seat near Pete.
The bandit, released from the 4th hand, excitedly showed his healed
arm to the other bandits, who looked at it in awe, and at us the same
way. Pete said "You said you want our things. Why do you want them?"
The leader said "Because it's easier than working for them. Faster,
too." Pete said "I see. Tell me, how easy has trying to steal our
things, actually been? You are alive only because we find killing
people a little too messy for our taste." The bandit next to him said
"Guns are expensive! I say we go find somebody else to steal from." The
leader raised his arm to hit him, and Pete thundered, "None of that!
You strike another, while you are our guests, and you will feel it's
equal." I thought that was a very good idea. I wished I had thought of
it myself. Another bandit whispered to the leader, which I relayed to
the team in mindtalk, "John, the jaguar is with them. These are holy
people. Maybe even Gods. Look what they did to Ralph's arm, and that
bloody sword of yours is still hanging in the air behind us, ready to
slice us to little bleeding bits. They really could kill us if they
wanted to. We would be mad to anger them." Pete said "We agree.
Angering us won't be the best thing you could do, by any means. Yes, we
hear and see all that happens around us, for a great distance, no
matter how softly spoken, or dimly lit."
Tomba came out of the big tent. He had ported to the school to get
some chocolate bars. Pete said to the bandits, "If you had only asked,
we would have shared what we had with you. We are sorry it didn't
happen that way. Please accept our gifts now, instead, as you go. Do
not attack us again, or you will wish you hadn't. We would be pleased
if you didn't attack anyone else in the future." Tomba gave everybody a
bar. We unwrapped ours, and we started eating them. The youngest
bandit did too, before the leader could stop him. Not that we would
have let him. Then the others did the same. Only the leader didn't eat
his, even though he was hungry. I felt a little sorry for him. I
brought the sword around to the front of the bandits, and waggled it at
them. They got the message, and ran into the woods. I made the sword
follow them at a distance, but close enough so they knew it was there.
When they had gone far enough, I ported it back.
We all piled on Pete, congratulating him for a great job. He tried to
say it wasn't just him, but we wouldn't let him, kissing and hugging
him into just not letting it happen. After we all quieted down, he
said, "It really wasn't all me. You were all feeding me ideas and
suggestions, and it was like we were one mind, and nobody disagreed
with anything. That's what it felt like, it all went so smoothly." Chad
looked a question at me. I signaled quiet. He signaled strong need. I
gave in. The team all noticed our little byplay, and were very curious
about what Chad was going to say. Chad said "Stephen has been working
on a project, and he used our sexual play for the experiments." Pete
said "Oh! The meld! Well, it worked very well, I have to say." I said
"Guilty. It happened at first by accident. You all know how I hate
letting accidents stay that way." They grinned in agreement. I said "I
thought a melding of adept minds could be very useful in an action
situation. The reaction tonight seems to bear that out." They nodded in
agreement. I said "I'm almost ready to put it into a crystal for you
guys. I'll pass it around when I make one. BUT, I have to say this. We
all helped, but Pete did most of the work. His performance was right on
the mark. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I couldn't
have done it any better."
We all piled onto Pete again. We stripped his clothes off, and then
took ours off, too. Chad licked his nuts, driving him almost crazy with
pleasure. I started the link, and this time I projected it to the
bandits, too. The team didn't notice that. After a lot of fun work, we
all helped each other squirt very well. I made sure the bandits got the
full force of all we did. While we were resting, I told them what I had
done to the bandits. They all laughed so hard, they almost hurt
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Date: Fri, Oct 7 2011 8:57 pm
From: Sergeant Preston
On Oct 6, 6:09 pm, Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> wrote:
> neon <a...@b.c> wrote innews:52i15r.ket.19.2@news...:
> > Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> sez 06 Oct 2011:
> >> heh
> > poor little squiggle. he just wants to have lots of friends that he
> > snip at and act snarky with in a passive-aggressive way.
> But like all things squiggle is involved in, it results in an epic fail
> Ferddie Hall, esq.
Who the fuck is "squiggle ??
Why haven't you been "picked-up" for being a public menace ??
== 2 of 2 ==
Date: Fri, Oct 7 2011 9:28 pm
From: Fred Hall
> On Oct 6, 6:09 pm, Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> wrote:
>> neon <a...@b.c> wrote innews:52i15r.ket.19.2@news...:
>> > Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> sez 06 Oct 2011:
>> >> heh
>> > poor little squiggle. he just wants to have lots of friends that he
>> > snip at and act snarky with in a passive-aggressive way.
>> But like all things squiggle is involved in, it results in an epic
>> Ferddie Hall, esq.
> Who the fuck is "squiggle ??
> Why haven't you been "picked-up" for being a public menace ??