Madame Defarge

SUVs, especially on city streets. I don't get it. If you need a big car, buy a big car, or, better yet , a truck. But why these huge dinosaurs on wheels that nobody can seem to learn how to drive let alone park. Rant over.

/quote] So you want to trade your old pair of clodhoppers for this doofus here? Done !

After reading the entire list of Billy's, er, indiscretions, I wonder how he managed to avoid a dishonorable discharge for conduct unbecoming....

You're a dangerous man, Godot. The local authorities have now been awakened to the menace that you clearly are, and have updated that poster with your picture on it. Now instead of just 'Wanted' you are 'Wanted, Wet or Dry.' I fear for you.

I'm Storm as well! Since we can fly, truck disorders shouldn't be as much as of a nuisance to us as they are to the earthbound. Sorry to hear yours is totalled, though.

Is this what they call a veiled compliment? I don't know about you BHB, but I shamelessly accept compliments of any sort. Little Miss Muffet Sat on her tuffet Eating her brown rice and peas. Said the spider beside her 'I'll have me a cider And anchovy pizza with cheese .' Uh..Don't get up, I'll let myself out. Cheers, Colin!

Thanks, Six! It doesn't mean anything and it's not from anything. My brain took a detour but I have it back in custody, reined in, and on topic: The owl and the pussycat went to sea In a biodegradeable keel. They took an attorney, along for the journey To sign the pre-nuptual deal.

Rehab in Portugal was a resounding success. The page in the Washington Post is no longer available, but this is the worst he's looked yet. He was released with a fine but not held, because there were no drugs on him, just in him.

Olaf came from Finland In a longboat built for speed, Loaded up with Viking stuff And sixty quarts of mead. Olaf sailed the ocean At least a month or more Until at last he pulled up fast On Deathlist's foggy shore. He saw Four Horsemen on the strand He heard the Banshee's Scream As Boudicca stood poised for war Across a StarCrossed stream. Olaf was a wretched sod By many men a'feared His enemies are mad with joy Now Olaf's disappeared. He may have bumbled in a bog Or faltered, drunken, in a fen. Whatever happened, he's long gone Since God alone knows when. They're whispering in Finland,though That Olaf is not dead, Just trapped forever in the maze Of Dickie's Endless Thread.

Happy Father's Day to Brinsworth H. Baiter and all the other Deathlist dads. I will now depart to go watch the nicely named "Deadwood" on HBO. It's a bit like the Drunk-Bored thread....with a plot.

If you're willing to be fair, and consider the length and heighth of the two schnozzolas, as well as width, then I believe Jimmy Durante wins the honker competition. Or , at least his does. http://www.skypoint.com/members/schutz19/durante.htm

And this is exactly why i'm leery of the comotose. They're too risky. I prefer my potential clog poppers to be out and about, at the mercy of that one last forbidden bacon cheeseburger or in the sites of the assassin's bullet that will send them into the great beyond.

Anubis the Jackal! You had a perfectly good avatar and now you've crucified it.

Joseph Barbera will be the next to de-animate. He's on my Rotten Deadpool (where they're not exactly dropping like flies) and so I voted for him.

"Where's Godot gone? Has he finally succumbed to his gravy addiction?." I hope not BHB!! But if he has, then the proper respect should be bestowed upon him. I suggest the song "Lumpy Gravy" by Frank Zappa (from the album "Make a Jazz Noise Here) should be played at the ceremony.

Oi, Maryport! That's beautiful, that is!

http://www.doney.net/aroundaz/celebrity/DA_downs_hugh.jpg is the link for 85 year old colorblind hugh, sorry.

I found a photo of Hugh Downs from an article dated October 2005. He doesn't exactly look as though he's been nipping at the fountain of youth but...the only health related thing I found mentioned anywhere is that he's color blindhttp://www.doney.net/aroundaz/celebrity/DA_downs_hugh.jpg.

It's no use, I confess: Millwall32 and I are the same person. See, at one time Millwall and I each existed separately in two different universes. Then something went wrong and I washed up here on the shores of Deathlist. I just want to assure you that the situation is completely under control. Unless of course Millwall32 should post here within 5 minutes or less of my posting. In that case, events would unfold as follows: 1. We would merge and become an entity known as Millfarge and then 2. an irreparable breach in the space-time continuum would occur causing 3. all worlds to violently implode and the sum total of all creation to shrink into a burning blob of matter the size of a pea. BTW thanks for the welcome, Maryport, and I hope you're feeling better, BB.

When I was about ten years old or so, I burnt some chili in a little pan so that chili gunk was all crusty and stuck to the bottom like cement. My mother said I had better clean it out; she didn't care if it took all night, that pot better be clean or else. When no one was looking I grabbed the pan and ran out into the night with it and buried it under about 2 feet of snow. As time went by, no one missed the pan , and I completely forgot about it. Early one April morning , my father was standing by the kitchen window with his coffee when he said "What in the name of God is that?" It was the little pan, gleaming like a jewel in the morning sun.

Well it is now tomorrow and we have heard nothing. I suggest we start with a thorough search of every pub in Twickenham. Then if that bears no fruit we could try asking a policeman. Not a Potato: Officer, my friend Millwall33 has gone missing. Can you please help me find him? Officer: Millwall 33? What kind of a name is that? Not a Potato: Er...Albanian. Here's his picture.*shows picture of Millwall's avatar* Officer: Don't move, hands behind your back, do you have anything in your pockets that I should know about?

Still no news of Millwall? The possibility exists that he may have absconded with Dickie O' a la Weekend at Bernies (at least until the meds wear off) with the intention of becoming Dickie's agent. Millwall may be trying to scrounge up some work for his new client here across the pond. Maybe Ryan Seacrest's job at American Idol, or even one of the contestants. Fluff may also be along for the trip, as well as Charlie, straining Millwall's efforts to control the situation.

BHB, can you source these suggestions, like, tell us any more? Erm, no, not at the moment. I'm still sulking about being slurred with the accusation that I am Bennet Cerf, which has totally ruined my Bank Holiday weekend. It's always the little things, isn't it? Don't worry, BHB, I think Deathlist Conspiracy Theories like these may be the result of boredom due to the lack of recent clog-popping. I myself, not even yet a pointless ranter, was suspected of being noneother than the great Tempus Fugit not too long ago. Actually I was sort of flattered, I don't know why. "Bollocks envy", maybe?