Madame Defarge

Wow. I have put together a rating system for stalkers based on FF's index for ranters. Deathlister celebrities or other celebrities out there please feel free to add to or amend this: 1.) Person has a complete disregard for the privacy of the object of his/her desires. 2.) Person has never for even a second contemplated the notion that his or her attentions may be unwelcome. 3.) Person displays a high opinion of themselves and is eager to share it. 4.) Being the center of the universe is a serious business; person has no sense of humor. 5.) Person has an entire agenda mapped out for his/her object of desire and will be astounded when the OOHD fails to follow it. On a scale of one to three: 1.) Uh-oh. 2.) Time to change your phone numbers 3.) Run for Your Life! In my opinion neither LCD or the Pooka gets more than an uh-oh rating because they are both far too self-deprecating and funny.

Tempus, if you were president, how would you want to kill Bin Ladin? He can't be shot because then he would die thinking he's Jesus. I say we have a big circus in Yankee stadium. Tickets, pocorn, and we hang the sum bitch. All the money that is raised goes to the kids who lost there parents. Then I would put his death on every radio station, and every telivison channel in Iraq. I wouldn't kill him, I'd dress him in a fluffy yellow chick costume and make him perform to the Birdie Song on prime time TV. Possibly followed by Agadoo with all the correct actions, that should nicely destroy his credibility. I suggest that a guillotine be substituted for the hangman's noose for greater mob appeal. But since Tempus has been kind enough to rent the yellow chicken suit, we could stuff Christie Whitman into it and have her perform the Birdie Song while selling tickets and popcorn. Breathing might be a problem inside that chicken head, but I'm sure I'm sure she's aware of the risk.

I knew I'd read that someone mentioned a possible Kennedy death could be on the cards. Nice going PDM PDM's post was the last thing I read before hitting the sack around 3:00 this morning. The first thing I read after I woke up was that a Kennedy and ex-wife of Peter Lawford had died. That provided a jolt that actually brought me to full consciousness. This process usually takes about an hour, while I crash into furniture, spill coffee, etc. Nice work!

Well, no more news about his health ailment but he's in even more trouble now, for manslaughter.... You can dress him up but you can't take him out.

Hmmm... well I'm a Ukranian-Canadian, and three of my friends know who I am. If you came over and killed me, and it made the news, then by the rules I guess I'd have to give you points... Uh-oh... No, I would never do that. It's against the rules! It is , isn't it? My candidate is His Eminence Metropolitan John Stinka of Winnipeg. According to Wiki, his Eminence has been enthroned at the Holy Trinity Ukrainian Orthodox Metropolitan Cathedral.

There certainly are many croakworthy Canadians if you look for them. I'm putting together a Canadian Choir Invisible , or at least a team with many Canadian candidates. I've found a Ukrainian-Canadian whom I'm hoping may be worth an extra point or two.

Me too, LG. We'll get deflowered together. How does this work, exactly? Are we virgins until we join a pool or until we get a first hit?

What about those idiots and their stupid theory that (get this!) planets move about in elliptical orbits? That just can't be. Ellipses are bad, spheres are good, everyone knows that. http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06100/680354-115.stm In another thousand years or so evolution may be universally accepted. If there are any humans left on earth to accept it, that is.

I have no problems with locking up royalty, or pseudo-royalty, but in this case I'm a bit confused. Don't say that running an escort service is illegal in Italy. It isn't in my country. The money laundering is, of course, a serious allegation. regards, Hein There are several activities which are illegal in my country, including prostitution, which are likely to remain so. Probably because the gangster-politicians stand to lose too much loot if these er..crimes were to become legal. Italy may have the same sort of arrangement, I reckon.

A whole lot of whoring and pretty much fvck-all else, it would seem, Mr. Godot. Another excuse for these rampant whores to raise their "contribution" and lower the overall quality. Hopkins is back from his mission, equipped with a new ducking stool, and he's feeling as pious as f*ck. Watch out... and don't come into the chat tonight, whores (you know who you are), unless you want to lose a f*cking good argument. Or it could mean that Mr Hopkins' kittens are infested with fleas.

Sixty-nine year old Prince Victor Emmanuel is suffering from an unspecified ailment. I wonder what it is. I also read that he chose the slammer over house arrest. Curiouser and curiouser. http://www.int.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=...50555500572R131

The balls of polar bears are shrinking. As if they didn't have enough problems..... http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14485634/

Or we could go back to the future. These really never caught on. http://www.deloreanone.com/refurbished.html

I'm not trying to imply that you might be a little accident prone, Boudicca, but I believe the reason for your absence is that you are down at the hospital getting the sewing machine needle and possibly the entire machine removed from your finger. Don't look at the tetanus shot syringe, it won't hurt as much.

As clear as the nose on your face your little green eyes, Honez. There were more notes tonight. I see a U-haul in my future.

This just in: No links yet, but The Astronomical Society of Pluto has just determined that Earth no longer fits the Plutonian criteria for planethood. In an impassioned speech , Grand Astronomer Flapsuuk Bleeb stated 'Earth is a puny asteroid-like entity which is irrelevant to the solar system and not worthy of further discussion'

Absolutely! The DL Ladies would never exchange ideas about things to do with bits of string in our wholesome chat But can I trust you? How do I know it's not just some sort of clever trap to lure me in and then ambush me with with a quilting bee?

Absolutely! The DL Ladies would never exchange ideas about things to do with bits of string in our wholesome chat I've been told the best entertainment to accompany knitting is a public beheading. regards, Hein I've heard that same thing about knitting, strangely. I briefly considered the idea of learning how to knit so that I could make a nice black scarf and decorate it with the names of my picks when they pop their clogs. I gave up on that idea because it might mean I would have to do something. Also, no one has died.

Well T4H, Surely my help is your help, no? As long as I keep on dispensing the help, you'll keep feeling all warm and fuzzy. Help yourself to a helping of second-hand help! Glad to be of help! p.s. I really mustn't answer any more of your problems today, DLers. I've posted three times in the last 15 minutes and the kittens have begun to growl at me. At least one of them will probably start flashing unless I log off straight away. Perhaps someone else would like to volunteer as Agony Aunt/Uncle today? Dear Mr. Hopkins I could use a really good flaying right now and you are the man to do it. Recently I had a life event ( my building burned down, I lost most of my stuff, etc.) and I am being killed with kindness. I really enjoyed the money I got, but the hugs, unsolicited affection, warmth and all that is driving me out of my mind. Recently, events have taken a turn for the worse. My next door neighbor, who also works in the same place as I do is showing way too much concern. Whether it's maternal or something else I don't know but I now have resorted to taking off my shoes so that she won't hear me entering the building at night. Tonight a dish of food of some sort was at my door, with this note: HANDLE CAREFULLY BREAKABLE DISH IT IS A SURPRISE it is something you like but not french fries. PREHEAT OVEN 300-350 DEGREES. SPRINKLE CHEESE(INCLUDED)ON TOP. BAKE 5-15 MINUTES TILL CHEESE IS MELTED AS YOU LIKE. ALSO IF POSSIBLE - TOAST BREAD. HOPE YOU LIKE GARLIC. ENJOY. your next door neighbor-remember me? i think we work together Hee Hee I fear that if I change my behavior for the worse, it would just be chalked up to post traumatic stress or some nonsense. I understand that you are busy but my situation is dire, please help soon.

No worries BHB, the jury's still out on that one. But rest assured: once I know, you'll know. I'll have you know that my beard and mullitt are legendery! (BTW - I would recommend against listening to what certain DeathListers say about members; let's face it... they have just as much - if not less - knowledge about what other members look like as anyone else. You could tell them anything and they'd believe you!) Please do feel free to continue imagining me as the Great Viking; it would be my honour and pleasure. When I first visited the forum I saw that ie+ identified himself as being from the City of Champions. My confusion was not so much about gender, but about his or her origins. I thought he was just the kind of guy or gal who would say' I'm goin dahntahn for a beer n'at. Unmindful of the fact that countless towns have named themselves the city of champions, I wondered if he still had his(and my) old lingo. Here is where I thought you hailed from, ie+:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pittsburgh yes, but is Madame Defarge male or female? I'm a woman, but I don't knit.

No worries BHB, the jury's still out on that one. But rest assured: once I know, you'll know. I'll have you know that my beard and mullitt are legendery! (BTW - I would recommend against listening to what certain DeathListers say about members; let's face it... they have just as much - if not less - knowledge about what other members look like as anyone else. You could tell them anything and they'd believe you!) Please do feel free to continue imagining me as the Great Viking; it would be my honour and pleasure. When I first visited the forum I saw that ie+ identified himself as being from the City of Champions. My confusion was not so much about gender, but about his or her origins. I thought he was just the kind of guy or gal who would say' I'm goin dahntahn for a beer n'at. Unmindful of the fact that countless towns have named themselves the city of champions, I wondered if he still had his(and my) old lingo. Here is where I thought you hailed from, ie+:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pittsburgh

May I request this topic is now locked, as anything added to this thread after the above point will look the work of an illiterate amateur. I believe the following quote sums matters up rather well, I'm sure you'll all agree: - "Viva Pino who saved Chile Death to Castro in Cuba(=About to happen!!!) Viva the Miami Mafia!!! Another political rant. I can't f****n stand how they always have to use capital letters and how the posts always look so obvious and boring. There is no creativity here. It's a waste of words. There always has to be an Evil Empire, doesn't there? If only the generals and politicians could get together and create a screenplay in which of all the current injustices, real and imagined, cultural conflicts and political agendas could be showcased. The final battle will of course be filmed with at least three alternative endings to satisfy all of the factions. War is profitable, but so are blockbusters.

I now have this wonderful/disturbing image of you sitting atop a pile of blackened rubble, typing away at your keyboard whilst wearing a bathing suit and being leered at by horny firemen. It works for me anyway... It works for me too, Brinsy....Wait... Eurgh. No... The picture of the platter-size leopard spotted slippers has now intruded. The slippers need to be immediately removed from the Defarge/firechief image and placed under the Christmas tree at Brinsworth house where they belong.

Well, it's been 2 weeks and I missed all of you. I see that Windsor and Iain are still going at it and that Tempus has a lovely new avatar. On August 9th my brilliant career as a sniper was nearly cut short but then I turned out to be just another corpse tease. The basement in the building where I lived caught fire. I was on the second floor and woke up suddenly to find the room filling with smoke. I grabbed my pocketbook and flew downstairs like a bat out of Hell. My goosedown coat was on the coat rack in the hall and I pulled it on as I went outside. I went running down the street barefoot. It was only 6:30 in the morning and already about 86 degrees. As I fished around in my purse for the phone a little old man ran up and put down an enormous pair of the fluffiest leopard spotted bedroom slippers I have ever seen. Never been worn! he smiles triumphantly. I put them on so as not to appear ungrateful but omigod it was hot. Then the firetrucks came and the firemen rushed in and put out the fire. Then the Red Cross came and neighbors came and the fire chief and I went upstairs to see what was left of my former abode. He pushed aside a ton of broken glass and hot wet smoky rubble and pulled my bathing suit, a picture and this computer. There was no one else in the building at the time. Foul play is suspected. I suspect that it was just that the slumlord failed to properly maintain the building. So I'm ok and everything is fine. I see no one's died. Did I miss anything?

Ronnie is one of my RDP picks, so I think it would be a nice gesture on my part to send him a little something. Should I get him a 'Happy Great Train Robbery' or 'Happy Birthday' card ?(Because I care enough to send the very best.) http://www.heraldtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll...&sh_start=1