In article , Whoops of uttered
I don't have anything to get over - come back when you've worked out what humour is.
{Plonk}
In article , Whoops of uttered
I don't have anything to get over - come back when you've worked out what humour is.
{Plonk}
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.
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
In article , Melinda Meahan - take out TRASH to reply of uttered
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.
In article , Melinda Meahan - take out TRASH to reply of uttered
Is that the Melinda who is searching (yet again) for places in which to vent her spleen?
Come back when you have something *funny* or *humorous* or even *mildly amusing* to say.
Knock yourself out.
No, it's the Melinda who likes to find humor-without-the-u-on-this-side-of-the-pond wherever she can find it.
Forewarned is forearmed (suppressing the urge to be just as juvenile as the "email address withheld" etc comments on sig files)
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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