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Next year in China, PC tossing!
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Clogwog, yap-yap dog of alt.os.windows-xp & alt.os.windows-vista
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"Clogwog" <> schreef in bericht
news:. nl...
> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
> Next year in China, PC tossing!


Anvil tossing and midget tossing are olympic qualifiers!
http://www.btinternet.com/~philip.j....s/image042.jpg
http://thelongestlistofthelongeststu...m/long249.html

"Cnut" <> wrote in message news:f9ksoi$p1p$...
> "Clogwog" <> schreef in bericht
> news:. nl...
>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>
>
> Anvil tossing and midget tossing are olympic qualifiers!
> http://www.btinternet.com/~philip.j....s/image042.jpg
> http://thelongestlistofthelongeststu...m/long249.html

Dwarf Bowling ???

"olfart" <> schreef in bericht
news:...
>
> "Cnut" <> wrote in message news:f9ksoi$p1p$...
>> "Clogwog" <> schreef in bericht
>> news:. nl...
>>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>>
>>
>> Anvil tossing and midget tossing are olympic qualifiers!
>> http://www.btinternet.com/~philip.j....s/image042.jpg
>> http://thelongestlistofthelongeststu...m/long249.html
>
> Dwarf Bowling ???

Kewl!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2TF-BToym8

Cnut wrote:
>> "olfart" <> schreef in bericht
>> news:...
>>>
>>> "Cnut" <> wrote in message
>>> news:f9ksoi$p1p$...
>>>> "Clogwog" <> schreef in bericht
>>>> news:. nl...
>>>>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>>>>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Anvil tossing and midget tossing are olympic qualifiers!
>>>> http://www.btinternet.com/~philip.j....s/image042.jpg
>>>> http://thelongestlistofthelongeststu...m/long249.html
>>>
>>> Dwarf Bowling ???
>>
>> Kewl!
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2TF-BToym8

That has nothing on the nude vibrator relay.

Clogwog wrote:
> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
> Next year in China, PC tossing!

Naw. Explosives and/or high velocity/high energy projectiles are much
more fun. Pack a PC's case with a melon or such. (when I said pack it, I
MEAN pack it! Fill every nook and cranny). Shoot it with a decent
caliber round from 100 feet.... impressive!

nobody > <>, the stunted-bummer and impudent
gut stuffer who likes debauched dicky dunks with yaks, and whose partner
is a woman of the town with a naked woollen bivalve, wrote in
<>:
> Clogwog wrote:
>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>
> Naw. Explosives and/or high velocity/high energy projectiles are much more
> fun. Pack a PC's case with a melon or such. (when I said pack it, I MEAN
> pack it!


Pack fudge, you ****ing fudge packer.


--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

Gazwad wrote:
>> nobody > <>, the stunted-bummer and
>> impudent gut stuffer who likes debauched dicky dunks with yaks, and
>> whose partner is a woman of the town with a naked woollen bivalve,
>> wrote in <>:
>>> Clogwog wrote:
>>>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>>>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>>>
>>> Naw. Explosives and/or high velocity/high energy projectiles are
>>> much more fun. Pack a PC's case with a melon or such. (when I said
>>> pack it, I MEAN pack it!
>>
>>
>> Pack fudge, you ****ing fudge packer.

A dead-end career at Cadbury's? Or packing a computer full of fudge? -You
could sell it to Synapse Syndrome and make a tidy profit! He could connect
it up to his router full of Stella Artois and his keyboard full of tea.

=?iso-8859-1?Q?Dr.H@l0nf1r=A3$?= <>, the
broken-down-destitute and timorous arse-master who likes despicable
midget tossing with weasels, and whose partner is a street-worker with a
generous wide papaya smile, wrote in
<>:
> Gazwad wrote:
>>> nobody > <>, the stunted-bummer and
>>> impudent gut stuffer who likes debauched dicky dunks with yaks, and
>>> whose partner is a woman of the town with a naked woollen bivalve,
>>> wrote in <>:
>>>> Clogwog wrote:
>>>>> http://www.schlijper.nl/archive/2002/10/19.html
>>>>> Next year in China, PC tossing!
>>>>
>>>> Naw. Explosives and/or high velocity/high energy projectiles are
>>>> much more fun. Pack a PC's case with a melon or such. (when I said
>>>> pack it, I MEAN pack it!
>>>
>>>
>>> Pack fudge, you ****ing fudge packer.
>
> A dead-end career at Cadbury's? Or packing a computer full of fudge? -You
> could sell it to Synapse Syndrome and make a tidy profit! He could connect
> it up to his router full of Stella Artois and his keyboard full of tea.
>


He loves you too.


--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.