Can we get a ruling on this? I’d be willing to bet that mocking the unwritten rules of the MMP is an infraction of said rules.
Rules?!? The first rule of the MMP is that there ain’t no rules!
You see the ‘aggravated’ part was the Guardian of Public Health and Ethical Responsibility (they call themselves Guardians, we call them Gophers) objecting to me jokingly referring to the drive in the Strider as a ‘Bejesus’ drive. That was the ‘blasphemy’ part. The confiscation part was because they wanted to get their hands on my drive and take it apart. The problems with that idea were manifest;
One- the ‘Bejesus’ drive gives every appearance of being sentient.
Two – the aforementioned drive gives every appearance of being in a permanent very, very bad mood. – hence the name- it scares the ‘bejesus’ out of everybody who goes into the drive room.
Three- it (the drive) has enormous amounts of power at its disposal.
Four- it didn’t want to be taken apart.
Anyway, it made its objections known in a most spectacular, and somewhat destructive, manner, came and retrieved me from where I was being ‘reeducated’ (for some unfathomable reason it seems to like me, or else it thinks I belong to it, I’m not real sure which) and exited Sol system in short order. And that’s why I can’t go back to Earthspace for the forseeable future.
Uncommon Sense, no, I know what chicken wire is. The stuff I was thinking of is heavier and constructed in a more-or-less square grid with the wires spaced about ¼” apart. If chicken wire won’t stop a squirrel, it probably won’t stop a groundhog. My problem was that every time I would close up a hole with the ‘rabbit wire’, the squirrel would chew a new one somewhere else. My options boiled down to wrapping the entire cabin in rabbit wire or putting a contract out on his furry little head.
Let me just go on record here as saying I most emphatically do not object to having breasts inflicted on me. Keep that in mind if we ever meet, Ashes[sup]2[/sup]. And all you other wimmins, too.
Thanks for the tip Merrily
lightingtool, I don’t know how to break this to ya but…Vegas is just an urban legend. Oh, sure there have been sightings, but they’re just rumors. People claim to have seen welby, too. :dubious:
So how much Monopoly money DID you win?
And the second rule states that the first and only rule must contradict itself. 
Back in the day when I was a long haired, dope smokin’, maggot infested VAX sysadmin, I used god as my username. I told anyone who questioned me about it that I claimed that I was a, not the.
Somehow, I never was reported to The Gophers.
We got Swampy back, and he denies running off to Aruba or Acapulco with MissTee. Maybe Welby ran off with her instead?
Naw, Welby’s laying in a park somewhere, covered with a pink and green plaid tablecloth, trying to convince little kids that he’s a picnic table.
Just kiddin Welb 
[Kojak]Who loves ya’ baby?[/Kojak]
I just want to say here and now that I have nothing to do with the disappearance of welby, or Elvis, for that matter.
So, lightingtool, how much did you win? Is it true you spent all your look on fuzzy pink bathroom rug chaps and loose women?
Bumb, you cracked me up! Thanks - I needed that!
More of a guideline, really.
(Said in a Pirate voice), oh shoot, did I say PIRATE.
Parlay! 
Well, I came home with $200 more than I left with. I paid cash for everything - room, food, tips, bathmats, etc., so I think I did pretty well for myself. For all you craps fans out there, I rolled 32 (or 35, or 40. I wasn’t counting, and the folks at the table all had different numbers when I finished) times in a row, made point 6 times during that before crapping out. I won myself well over $500, and a really happy guy at the other end of the table won over a thousand. Now if only I could stay away from blackjack, I could have come home with some real money…
Oh, and: Yaaaarrrrrr, me hearties! We be needin’ a Pirate Smilie!
Quasi-Daughter’s grandparents are Macedonian. In my WAG experience, people from them southern European countries sure do tend to yell a lot. Her grandpa is kind of deaf, too. So it gets all shouty around their house.
lightingtool, your post was brilliant. I think I’ll save it in my “clever SDMB stuff” folder.
This time next week I’ll be getting ready to go to Philadelphia. I’m getting very excited. Mr. Lissar will lock himself in the bathroom soon, and refuse to come out unless I calm down.
“clever SDMB stuff” - that’s a good folder to have. That way when I need a laugh…
I could never play that game. It’s name is naughty.
And why are you going to Philadelphia, Lissla? Is it for the cream cheese?
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I so need the answer to this question! Just this morning I met a former co-worker and the whole hug thing was complicated even more than usual with big gulps and twizzlers. Whenever I hug someone, I want to full frontal hug them but feel I might be inflicting my breasts upon them, so I do the 1/3 side by side hug with minimal breastage.
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Ashes^2, feel free to hug me with full frontal breastage at any time.
My best friend has finally, mercifully moved from Waco to Philadelphia. So much better and so much easier to visit. I never want to be stuck in Waco airport ever again (Me “Where’s our plane?” Waco airport people “Umm, I dunno. We were wondering, too”.)
I’ve had that folder for ages and ages. Since I first registered, I think.
Here’s a sample.
And from our beloved Exgineer
And finally, because I like it:
Incidentally, and speaking of breastage, I just got honked at. Well, more like a bunch of teenage boys just yellow “Woohoo!” and whistled at me, as I was walking to the laundromat. I attribute it directly to the top I’m wearing (borrowed from Quasi-Daughter) which is rather extremely low-cut. No, I don’t have pictures.
Hey! I had first dibs! mumble mumble claim-jumpin’ mumble mumble