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In article , Whoops of uttered
"She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild" wrote in message ... No dear. But it's not my problem if you are etymologically challenged in the colonies, is it? "...the colonies..."? Guffaw! Where exactly would _that_ be anymore? Why don't you try getting over it? I don't have anything to get over - come back when you've worked out what humour is. {Plonk} -- AJH no email address supplied |
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She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild wrote:
-- AJH no email address supplied Can you please dump that redundant "no email address supplied" thing off your .sig, or else one day my ADD is going to be running overly rampant and I'm not going to have the self control to start replying to your posts with a munged copy of it for the record. Thanks. |
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She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild wrote:
I don't have anything to get over - come back when you've worked out what humour is. Humour? Isn't that something like sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric, and melancholy? Melinda, who knows *perfectly well* what you are talking about but who nonetheless votes for it being melancholy-choleric |
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In article , Melinda Meahan -
take out TRASH to reply of uttered Can you please dump that redundant "no email address supplied" thing off your .sig, or else one day my ADD is going to be running overly rampant and I'm not going to have the self control to start replying to your posts with a munged copy of it for the record. Thanks. No. In the words of your compatriots "get over it". In the unlikely event that you need to contact me off-group, ask. In the meantime, blame your mean-spirited nasty-mouthed little chums, and go back to taking your Ritalin. -- AJH no email address supplied |
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In article , Melinda Meahan -
take out TRASH to reply of uttered Melinda, who knows *perfectly well* what you are talking about but who nonetheless votes for it being melancholy-choleric Is that the Melinda who is searching (yet again) for places in which to vent her spleen? -- AJH no email address supplied |
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"She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild" wrote in message I don't have anything to get over - come back when you've worked out what humour is. Come back when you have something *funny* or *humorous* or even *mildly amusing* to say. {Plonk} Knock yourself out. |
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She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild wrote:
Melinda, who knows *perfectly well* what you are talking about but who nonetheless votes for it being melancholy-choleric Is that the Melinda who is searching (yet again) for places in which to vent her spleen? No, it's the Melinda who likes to find humor-without-the-u-on-this-side-of-the-pond wherever she can find it. |
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She who would like to be obeyed once every Preston Guild wrote:
In the words of your compatriots "get over it". Forewarned is forearmed (suppressing the urge to be just as juvenile as the "email address withheld" etc comments on sig files) In the unlikely event that you need to contact me off-group, ask. In the meantime, blame your mean-spirited nasty-mouthed little chums, and go back to taking your Ritalin. I don't take Ritalin, thankyouverymuch. As far as "mean-spiried nasty-mouthed little chums" goes, there was once a group of mischievous little boys who found a bum sleeping in a corner of the train station (because it was that long ago that train stations were common). Those naughty boys went and got some limburger (sp?) cheese and smeared it all over his beard for a trick (admittedly a mean one, but this is only the vehicle to get to the conclusion, so please ignore that this was a mean trick). Hours later when the man woke up, he yawned, stretched, took a deep breath and started, then started sniffing in earnest with a puzzled look on his face. After several sniffs, he proclaimed loudly for anybody nearby to hear, "Boy, the WHOLE WORLD stinks today!" But it wasn't the whole world that stank. He just didn't know it. |
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