From: keepontruckingbyrobertcrumb@fhfhfhfhfhfh.com   
      
   "Gene Zitver"  wrote in message   
   news:20040617165235.26583.00000184@mb-m03.aol.com...   
   > *OB-B*E!!!---!!!!!!!!! wrote   
   >   
   > >This has amused me since the day I clapped eyes on it:   
   > >   
   > >All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street. Bonafides.   
   Where   
   > >you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole Billyo. Any   
   > >brollies or gumboots in the family? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and   
   ole   
   > >clo? Sorra one o me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward the ribbon counter.   
   > >Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the drunken minister coming out   
   of   
   > >the maternity hospal! Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. A   
   > >make, mister. The Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto,   
   Isaacs,   
   > >shove em out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join us, dear sir? No   
   > >hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee this bunch. En avant,   
   mes   
   > >enfants! Fire away number one on the gun. Burke's! Thence they advanced   
   five   
   > >parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot where's that bleeding awfur? Parson   
   > >Steve, apostates' creed! No, no. Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep   
   a   
   > >watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you? Ma mère m'a   
   > >mariée. British Beatitudes! Ratamplan Digidi Boum Boum. Ayes have it. To   
   be   
   > >printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf   
   > >covers of pissedon green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book   
   come   
   > >out of Ireland my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to   
   > >nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp the   
   boys   
   > >are (attitudes!) parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs,   
   > >battleships, buggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beerbeef   
   > >trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers.   
   > >Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops'   
   boosebox.   
   > >Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You   
   > >hurt? Most amazingly sorry!   
   >   
   > Are you familiar with the dying words of the gangster Dutch Schultz at   
   Newark   
   > City Hospital after he was shot by Charles "Bug" Workman in 1935. They're   
   > downright Joycean:   
   > http://www.invinciblemuffin.org/dutch_schultz.html   
   >   
   > c/o Gene   
      
      
   'Oh Mama' and 'Please Henry' Not only the Irishman but the Zimmo too...   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)