| Apr 15, 2006 @ 8:09 AM |
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Stevesco
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I can almost hear myself think as its so quiet in this forum....and believe me you just don't want to listen to what it is I think about.... 
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| Apr 15, 2006 @ 6:26 PM |
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pabongirl
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Well Stevesco,
What was it that you where thinking? Surely you should have something worth the while to say, yes?
greenitxn...
How about conversing with a Texas lady?
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| Apr 15, 2006 @ 10:05 PM |
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VampiressGypsy
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just thought i would say hello
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| Apr 16, 2006 @ 8:25 AM |
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Stevesco
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well....I turn my back for a few minutes and whats happens... 2 people sneak in an leave a message  ...whats the world coming to when a guy can't sit in his own little forum topic quietly thinking of the meaning of life without other people barging in and making a noise.....geeez some people 
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| Apr 16, 2006 @ 8:50 AM |
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pretty_cute
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hellooooo ????????? anybody there?
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| Apr 16, 2006 @ 10:00 AM |
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VampiressGypsy
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ahh you really didn't want to think now did ya?  And look you have three women giving ya attention too you should be talkin to us not complaining...**laughing**
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| Apr 17, 2006 @ 4:20 PM |
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Stevesco
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well.... here I am, sitting in this topic with 3 lovely ladies for company.....and who said it wasn't my lucky day 
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| Apr 17, 2006 @ 7:02 PM |
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VampiressGypsy
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so how was your weekend? Anything fun and exciting happen?
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| Apr 18, 2006 @ 3:08 PM |
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greenitxn
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Hello Stevesco,
What can I say, but women are sneaky like that.
Now you'll just have to share this forum with "all" us women. You are such a brave soul!
What is it that you do Steveco?
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| Apr 22, 2006 @ 1:19 PM |
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Stevesco
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Hello ladies..are you still hanging around this topic ?...don't you have anything better to do with your time ?..oh well, since your all here, I'll go get a pizza and I'll get the scrabble board game out
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| Apr 23, 2006 @ 4:43 PM |
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pabongirl
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Hello Stevesco,
Scrabble and Pizza- what an offer...I hope you're a competitive player, because I am
P.S. Love your scenery photos - there very beautiful.
greenitxn...
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| Apr 30, 2006 @ 7:11 AM |
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TiNkErGrRrRrR
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 Shhhhhhhhh...tis a bit quiet...
Mey the best ye hae ivver seen
be the warst ye'll ivver see.
Mey the moose ne'er lea' yer girnal
wi the tear-drap in its ee.
Mey ye aye keep hail an hertie
till ye'r auld eneuch tae dee.
Mey ye aye juist be sae happie
as A wish ye aye tae be.
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| Apr 30, 2006 @ 7:32 AM |
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NatureGal745
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Heavens! It's as quiet as a graveyard in here.
Robert Burns
Address To A Haggis
Poem lyrics of Address To A Haggis by Robert Burns.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit!' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o 'fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Will that dooo?
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| Apr 30, 2006 @ 7:57 AM |
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Stevesco
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aye, but dae yea understand fit yer sayin'
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| Apr 30, 2006 @ 8:14 AM |
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TiNkErGrRrRrR
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May the best you have ever seen
be the worst you will ever see.
May the mouse never leave your grain store
with a tear drop in its eye.
May you always stay whole and hearty
until you are old enough to die.
May you still be as happy
as I always wish you to be.
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| Apr 30, 2006 @ 8:20 AM |
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NatureGal745
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Why yes I dooo, I've done my researrrrch.
The Translation
Fair is your honest happy face
Great chieftain of the pudding race
Above them all you take your place
Stomach, tripe or guts
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm
The groaning platter there you fill
Your buttocks like a distant hill
Your skewer would help to repair a mill
In time of need
While through your pores the juices emerge
Like amber beads
His knife having seen hard labour wipes
And cuts you up with great skill
Digging into your gushing insides bright
Like any ditch
And then oh what a glorious sight
Warm steaming, rich
Then spoon for spoon
They stretch and strive
Devil take the last man, on they drive
Until all their well swollen bellies
Are bent like drums
Then, the old gent most likely to rift (burp)
Be thanked, mumbles
Is there that over his French Ragout
Or olio that would sicken a pig
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust
Looks down with a sneering scornful opinion
On such a dinner
Poor devil, see him over his trash
As week as a withered rush (reed)
His spindle-shank a good whiplash
His clenched fist.the size of a nut.
Through a bloody flood and battle field to dash
Oh how unfit
But take note of the strong haggis fed Scot
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clasped in his large fist a blade
He'll make it whistle
And legs and arms and heads he will cut off
Like the tops of thistles
You powers who make mankind your care
And dish them out their meals
Old Scotland wants no watery food
That splashes in dishes
But if you wish her grateful prayer
Give her a haggis!
Scotland, England.....the polical struggle after the Jacobite rebellion.
Hi Tink!
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| May 3, 2006 @ 11:29 AM |
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funnyladyinred1
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Sorry, don't know where else to put this.... and I am quite confused.
I see Stevesco shows as online right now AT THIS EXACT MOMENT, but has cancelled his account (again).
This morning I logged on to see the clifffs as his picture of choice.... but no porfile.
And now.... no Steve! Oh no... here I go again. Swoon, sadly. Steve, if you ever read this, please contact me at funnyladyinred@yahoo, still like to chat if you have a notion.
Will miss you.
Best regards,
Bethany
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| May 6, 2006 @ 12:03 PM |
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NatureGal745
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Wouldn't want it to be quiet for too long now would we?
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| May 10, 2006 @ 8:59 AM |
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rubbishreally
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Oh, excuse me - I didn't realise this was the men's room.....
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| May 14, 2006 @ 1:59 PM |
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NatureGal745
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^^ well you are standing up, and we can't do that"  ^^
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