But I’m on meds now, I’m a lot more mellow than I used to be. The sad part is, I searched on Google for the longest time to try to find a decent pic of a BBQ Pit, and that’s the best I could find. It’s not even a picture of a real Pit! I think it’s a bird feeder.
Oh, for christ’s sake!
I didn’t click the link at first because I thought it would take me to the pit.
I shoulda known better.
Priceless!
My personal favorite was when someone asked about good porn sites in GQ, so I linked to the official Sesame Street site disguised as a free porn link (we can’t link to actual porn sites, so figured the thread was due to be closed anyway).
People thought the mods changed it (as opposed to their standard deletion of the link and harsh admonishment of the poster who did it) and emailed me asking where I had linked to.
I can’t find the thread now, maybe it’s been deleted.
Welcome to the boards Slip.
I should have guessed that you were another Canuck by your writing style.
Seven sentences per post already, wow. Keep it up and pretty soon you’ll be a babbling idiot like the rest of us.
You’ve been flamed already.
Making jarbabyj’s harem is no easy feat either.
BTW… you mis-spelled “favour”. 
Feynn.
Hey, thanks, Feynn.
I’ve seen you around. Love your stuff.
I wanted to fit in with the Amurricans, since they got pissed when we sent them Shatner, Celine Dion and Monty Hall. But you’re right. It’s favour. Honour. Colour. Neighbour.
Damn the toepedoes! It’s our quaint spelling quirks that define us. I won’t make that mistake again.
Geez, please dear God, don’t let this post be more than seven lines.
Eek!
Quirky posting style. Short, simple sentences. Good spelling.
Great googly-mooglies, you are the Anti-Me.
If we were to meet there would be a cataclysm that could shake the Earth. Or a really small part of the Earth. Maybe a few books would fall off the shelves. But they’d be big books. Maybe an entire shelf of encyclopedias.
Probably not, but it could happen.
There you go. See ya around the Boards. But no touching.
-Rue.
Hi,Rue.
Yeah that matter-antimatter thing is scary, and your name’s a bit intimidating, too.
But that’s okay. I’m Canadian. Our natural state alternates between apathy and fear.
See you around, Rue
And while I don’t speak for all Americans, I know a great deal of us may never forgive Canada for Brian Adams.
We didn’t have nuttin’ to do with the Brian Adams thing. He’s not Canadian. He’s a spawn of the devil.
And don’t try to send him back, or you’ll have a war on your hands.
We gave you guys an ass kicking before, and we can do it again. Only now, we have an Air Force with, count 'em, 4 planes, plus we got a Hell’s Angels Chapter right here in Toronto. We can lick you guys on the weekend.
So, all of a sudden, you’ve gone quiet, eh, Crunchy?
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*Originally posted by Slip Mahoney *
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Actually, yeah, I don’t want to piss off Canada in fear of you sending more Shatners, Dions, or Adamses.
That’s telling him, Slip ! 
However, maybe you should replace the Toronto Hell’s by the Québec one. They are scary.
BTW, welcome aboard.
Just checking, but is this a threat or some kinky promise?
If it’s the latter, I request the Canadians send GingerOfTheNorth to deal with me.
You guys are beyond redemption. Warped, the whole bunch of you.
(I wonder why I feel so at home here?)
Sliiiiip, where’s my muqtuq and hot Inuit lovin’?
Inuit lovin’?
Rubbing noses? That’s no good.
I want to pour maple syrup on your body and…
Dammit, the pizza guy’s at the door. Gotta go.
Ginger shunned for a pizza! Slip up till now you were acting so intelligent, what happened?
Okay, I’m back.
What happened was the dog was going absolutely ballistic when the doorbell rang, everyone else was in the basement, and besides I had to come up with the dineros for the pizza.
Now, where were we, my pillaging little Viking wench?
<snif> I was pinin’ for a little lovin’. You were playing with the pizza-boy.
Welcome aboard Slip Mahoney.
Much shall be expected of you now you have a thexy lisp.
[sup]That and all the guys respect you and all the girls love you[/sup]