I’ve been drinking some fine port wine, and yes I’m feeling froggie! I’ve only been posting here a couple of days… And now I’m an official “hag” I’ve been flamed (only a weenie wussy flame by Iswode or ass wipe or whatever his name is) But a flame none the less, So why not jump into the pit eh? Though I have not any quarrel with you Aha, I am up to the battle! Fight with me or against me I don’t care!!!
Zeno, your comments were well taken, well expressed but probably wasted here in The Pit. Y’see, it’s really hard to work up a good insult on aha–or HooHa, or whatever.
See, this is a man who auctioned off his own wife, the invisible but long-suffering Mrs. aha, for a cheesey bribe of lost week in Cancun. (Note, we haven’t heard Mrs. aha’s side of the story, though we’re still trying to reach her though general post in Cancun. The last response was a garbled post that, translated through Babelfish, came out somthing like, “Juan, Mayan God Of The Lizard Tongue, loosens your bowels only to spare the razor’s edge of the flick-knife”.)
We can only assume Mrs. aha is coping somehow. The signs are positive.
aha lured Cecil forth, so we can’t (editorial “we”) Piss in the Naturally Carbonated Wine of Inspiration. Even though the fizzy rotgut that will leave poor aha a wincing, moaning wreck, praying for death, his head pounding and his tongue tasting like a Swiffer used on the Agean stables.
Fighting ignorance takes many forms. aha is just the Fitzcarraldo of the group.
Veb
(Hey, Zeno, wanna torture the poor sucker tomorrow? Spam, raw eggs, cottage cheese…use your admirably twisted imagination.)
Hmmm… ya know, I’ve got some fuzzy pork at the bottom of the fridge I’ll either have to trim the green off of and fry up nice and crisp, or just puree in the ol’ Quisinart and mix in with the grits…
<thinks: what would Emeril do?>
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Good thing I kept all that bacon grease handy…
(Grabs Jar of Whup-Ass; begins to twist lid off…)
Just you wait, Muthaf –
(Strains; still trying to twist lid off …)
NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!
(Begins to sweat; taps lid on Jar of Whup-Ass against edge of counter, tries again, still to no avail …)
Damn, I think I strained something … can somebody give me a hand with this?
Xeno! Glad you’re here.
Milo, you’re hilarious. hands you a spoon tap the lid with a spoon…it always works
trisha
Huh… aha never showed up. Ya bastard. Must be hungover. I declare myself the winner.
Hey, hoo-hah guy!
Gotcher grits ready. Com’n’GETIT!
You couldn’t whip my sister with a whip.
Hang on a Sec!
Did A-ha just Morph into hoo-ha?
How’d he doo dat?
That wine must’ve been pretty special!
HAY! I’m the bartender here, no fighting in my bar or i’ll whip all your asses! aha, i’m going to have to cut your off.
Hoody-doo couldn’t whip cream.
Shit.
He’s not really 5’11" either–it just says that on his driver’s license.
hoo-ha . . .
I’m 5’9 inches of stocky solid Irish, and after I drink your pansy “ya-hoo” ass under the table - you will be smart enough to not hit me.
Oh, and since this is the Pit : screw you hippy !
Ok, hoo-ha, hoody-do, whatever your calling yourself these days (though I’m still going to call you ass-licker, in any language) you want to rock?
then step up and face the funk.
bitch.
(as you may have gathered, I’ve drank a 3-litre of Strongbow cider ( http://www.strongbow.com ) and am ready to start a fight with anything…
You wanna go for it, Hoo-Ha? I can best you in a test of marital arts any day.
Wait…
I retract my statement. Good Day.
Mr. Cynical:
You probably can…I don’t know nothin about the art of being married.
Larrigan the next time I get drunk…and that shouldn’t be too long…I am coming hunting for your ass.
Hey, andyroo, ya don’t have to use fucking ****s in the fucking Pit!!!
Wimp.
:::Doors bust in violently:::
I’m here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I’m fresh out of bubble gum! (I just love that line!)
Now who the hell is this hoo-haa person anyway?
icy stare
Rowdy Roddy Piper… he’s my favorite 
Now he’s a-ha again. WIll somebody please tell me how he did that?