A great thread never dies.
It just gets put out to pasture.
You forgot to burn the body :eek:
I think he’s German and is known as Raamstein.
I wonder if Hal even reads this thread any more!
Baa. Who cares?
Naaaaaaaaaaaah. He’s got other things on his mind.
Still here. Gotta keep adding to The List of Fiery Vengeance, you know…
Actually, I believe the enclosures are more commonly referred to as corrals.
NO! Lamb needs to be served rare! 
Robin
**Hal’s ** got a little list, Hal’s got a little list. They never will be missed. They never will be missed.
Kinda baaaaahthetic really. Don’t you think?
Hmmm… Let me guess, mint jelly will be involved ?
Only if …
No, I can’t say it. I just can’t bring myself to say it.
Anybody else notice the “Keri-Keri Merino Stud” google ad?
Didn’t want this little gem to go unremarked.
In fact, if Hal promises to start referring to his and others’ workspaces as corrals, I will personally send him five dollars.
Note: Five dollars is entirely imaginary.
With apologies to Bette,
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender lamb.
Some say love, it is a shearer that cuts your sheep and dam
Some say love, it is a sweater, an endless colored wool.
Hal say love, it is a sheep, and ewe, he will fill full.
It’s the herder, afraid of stubble, that never learns to shear.
It’s the sheep, afraid of dying, that never takes a pap smear.
It’s the goat who won’t be taken, who runs from Bristol.
And the livestock, afraid of rupture, that never sees Hal’s pistol
When the night has been too lonely, and the ranch is rich with swine,
And ewe think that love is only for the lucky and the ovine,
Just remember in the meadow, far away from Ms Bo Peep,
Lies the lamb, that with the Hal’s love, in the spring becomes The Sheep
Isn’t that Hal’s nom d’artiste ?
:smack:
It’s the goat who won’t be taken, who runs from Briston.
And the livestock, afraid of rupture, that never sees Hal’s piston
I’ll never be able to listen to my favorite song again without breaking into serious giggles. 
For your enjoyment…
A poetic gem from my friend Steve, who happens to be looking over my shoulder and is forcing me to post this. Sort of.
"Women are fine,
And sheep are divine…
But a Llama is numero uno."
Don’t ask me to explain, 'cuz I don’t even WANT to know…Steve’s not mine. He’s married to my friend Sill. He’s HER problem, not mine. Thank the good God for small…make that LARGE… favors. "
Hmmm… if it’s any consolation hal, it strikes me that all these people are following you like sheep…