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You deserve it, Annabela. You’re a sweet and good soul. Before I get too mushy, let me seg to another topic: Why is your movement limited? Have I missed or forgotten it? (my 40-something brain in my aging teenage body doesn’t keep track like it used to). Among other things I’ve used to support my acting habit in the past [busboy, car transporter, manuscript editor, legal secretary.....] I was/am a massage therapist/yoga teacher for around 15 years….. Tell me what ails you and I may have some suggestions…. Robert – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Are you talking about Annabela <blush Robert you make me blush …. I clean up okay on a good day … I have not decided if today is a good day or not … Note to all – Anton (who in a very gentlemanly like manner) wrote me privately, to explain that he had replied to the wrong post. My comment was very …. platypus in cheek, so to speak. I was merely pointing out a couple of well-known easily accesible (to mah lil ole brain) raee car afficianados who are (or were in Mr. McQueen’s case) the antithesis of Mr. Witchboy’s painting of the race car driver as a beer-swilling redneck good ole boy – both men in top physical and mental form, although Mr. Newman by his own admission can down a six pack in no time flat. He still tweaks my marsupial, anyhoo … I am not a race car fan – to me it seems more of a "personal best" sport than a spectator sport; yet I do not deny the physical endurance, the skill and the sheer cajones that the men and women who participate in this sport must possess. Any witchboy can get into his souped up 76 Camaro, head to Montana and hit the highway at 130. Very different from driving a sports MACHINE on a relatively small track, round, full of other machines doing the same, and maintaining speed and skill for hours on end. They are to me, the ground equivalent of Tom Wolfe’s Flyboys in "The Right Stuff". David, I suggest you read it. You might come away with a new found respect for those that engage in the "need for speed", plus it is an amusing and heartbreaking look at ’mericans at their best (and worst) … On another yet not note, Saturday night I was thrilled to see Cirque du Soleil’s "Journey of Man" at our local I-Dome theatre (I prefer the IMAX, but hey, no complaints). I walked away feeling so amazed, awestruck and … such an amateur. The grace, the control, the expression … all without a sound (Lelia are you reading this dah’lin’?) Very frustrating for me right now, as I am faced with some physical limitations in movement, that will keep their lil’ ugly selves around for some time … but also inspiring for a lil ole 30 something chippy like me. Sit Robert the Ep, you are, and always shall be, my knight in shining armor. xoxox from me and my platypus, Matilda. kitten

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Why is your movement limited? Have I missed or forgotten it?

Noooo … I am finally beginning to *talk* about it in a public forum … a few weeks ago I was involved in an auto accident – a fork from a forklift flew off a heavy equipment truck as I was on an interstate and struck my car, then flying underneath it, turned my car on it’s side, and we merrily slid off the interstate into a ditch in front of the Cowboy Hall of Fame, of all places … the undercarriage of the car was cracked in two … the fork stopped 2 inches shy of my windshield … all in all a terrifying experience. I’m still not driving … Anyhoo, my upper back on the right side is wrecked. I have horrible spasms where you can almost see the muscles spaz … knots the size of tangerines next to my scapula, my right arm and hand go numb quite a bit. Really sucks as a lot of my marketing and pr work take place at a computer. Plus, in rehearal for "Much Ado" set in the 1880’s – been working in the corset, and … sigh. The pain is constant and unforgiving. I am taking anti-inflammatories, and have physical therapy, but … the relief is quite temporary. Usually b 9:30 am, my back is singing arias, and just sings on … and on … I am training myself to use my left arm/hand as much as possible right now, but I am after all, me, and … well … it don’t always work so good … We are supposed to be working a Tarantella sequence for Bea/Ben on Saturday, and I am a little petrified – I was a dancer (two hundred years ago), movement is very important to me, dance onstage is something I am PICKY about (if you ca’t do it right, don’t ..) Thankfully it’s Much Ado instead of Shrew, so the physical is limited. There is a bit in the "What fire is in my ears" sequence when Bea is hiding listening to Ursula and Hero and ends up falling back into the lake. I’m a little nervous about that … Long story … Suggestions, Sir Robert? xoxo anne

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Is redemption at hand Annabelle?

Are my words not enough? And this is the funny (ha-ha sometimes and not so ha-ha others) thing about e communication. Of course, I have my Bullshed Theatre web page. But how do you know that she is me and I and kitten are we? Perhaps I could be a very large housebound man of Greek descent living in the Bronx by the name of Guido. I simply have the alter-ego of annabelal. Chosen because when I was very little my mommy always read the sad tale of Annabelle Lee to me, and would wrap me in her large soft doughy arms lightly redloent with the fragrance of Houbigant’s "White Shoulders" and somehow the name annabel makes me feel … pretty…. Perhaps I am some burned out overweight housewife wearing lime green toreador pants with four young’uns in five years in a trailer park outside of Des Moines … Or perhaps I am just me, annabelal, kitten to some, that disgusting girl who talks about panties to others, tryin’ to do my Bullshed thang and defend the defenseless upon occassion. Any way you look at it, it is intersting theatre …

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Yet another apology: I keep pining up the wrong site details. They are as follows – www.talltalesent.com/anton/index.htm/

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The air suddenly seems a little cleaner and the decibel level seems to have diminished. Ibis No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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I wrote this and forgot to add the address to take a peak… Shucks! www.talltalesent.com/index/anton.htm

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – To all who have replied our message in this group. I concur with Annabelle’s thoughts on racing drivers. Odly enough, the spectre seems to have been expunged from this list to haunt no more. Robert. You now have one over me with regard to Annabelle and her stunningly beautiful looks. Having not become aquainted with her via any source other than messages, I somehow feel that I have lost out. Is redemption at hand Annabelle? As an Englishman, one often expects us to be very ‘Cary Grant’ or ‘Hugh Grant’. Sometimes we’re more Russell Grant (See British Astrologer) I would like to thank Annabelle for her kind thoughts regarding my gentlemanly conduct… Phew, if only you guys knew me for real… KIDDING! If you would all like to know a little more about me you can look at this site for some fancy pics of me (this is where I show my narcasistic streak) and a personal insight on me just so that I don’t come across like a stranger the next time we swap stuff. Should some of you dear friends across the pond feel that I have been a little intrusive, or indeed offensive, in my comments regarding certain issues then I apologise to you all (those except the spectre). Sometimes I become very blinkered towards people I find being offensive to those who cannot defend. I don’t see myself as some galliant knight, riding in on white charger, looking to vanquish all foes but if I think there is no just cause for offence then I do raise my ugly head now and again. Just ask the guys at shooters.com and il professore. God bless y’all and keep em’ comin’ Best regards – Amadeus The air suddenly seems a little cleaner and the decibel level seems to have diminished. Ibis No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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To all who have replied our message in this group. I concur with Annabelle’s thoughts on racing drivers. Odly enough, the spectre seems to have been expunged from this list to haunt no more. Robert. You now have one over me with regard to Annabelle and her stunningly beautiful looks. Having not become aquainted with her via any source other than messages, I somehow feel that I have lost out. Is redemption at hand Annabelle? As an Englishman, one often expects us to be very ‘Cary Grant’ or ‘Hugh Grant’. Sometimes we’re more Russell Grant (See British Astrologer) I would like to thank Annabelle for her kind thoughts regarding my gentlemanly conduct… Phew, if only you guys knew me for real… KIDDING! If you would all like to know a little more about me you can look at this site for some fancy pics of me (this is where I show my narcasistic streak) and a personal insight on me just so that I don’t come across like a stranger the next time we swap stuff. Should some of you dear friends across the pond feel that I have been a little intrusive, or indeed offensive, in my comments regarding certain issues then I apologise to you all (those except the spectre). Sometimes I become very blinkered towards people I find being offensive to those who cannot defend. I don’t see myself as some galliant knight, riding in on white charger, looking to vanquish all foes but if I think there is no just cause for offence then I do raise my ugly head now and again. Just ask the guys at shooters.com and il professore. God bless y’all and keep em’ comin’ Best regards – Amadeus

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Are you talking about Annabela

<blush Robert you make me blush …. I clean up okay on a good day … I have not decided if today is a good day or not … Note to all – Anton (who in a very gentlemanly like manner) wrote me privately, to explain that he had replied to the wrong post. My comment was very …. platypus in cheek, so to speak. I was merely pointing out a couple of well-known easily accesible (to mah lil ole brain) raee car afficianados who are (or were in Mr. McQueen’s case) the antithesis of Mr. Witchboy’s painting of the race car driver as a beer-swilling redneck good ole boy – both men in top physical and mental form, although Mr. Newman by his own admission can down a six pack in no time flat. He still tweaks my marsupial, anyhoo … I am not a race car fan – to me it seems more of a "personal best" sport than a spectator sport; yet I do not deny the physical endurance, the skill and the sheer cajones that the men and women who participate in this sport must possess. Any witchboy can get into his souped up 76 Camaro, head to Montana and hit the highway at 130. Very different from driving a sports MACHINE on a relatively small track, round, full of other machines doing the same, and maintaining speed and skill for hours on end. They are to me, the ground equivalent of Tom Wolfe’s Flyboys in "The Right Stuff". David, I suggest you read it. You might come away with a new found respect for those that engage in the "need for speed", plus it is an amusing and heartbreaking look at ’mericans at their best (and worst) … On another yet not note, Saturday night I was thrilled to see Cirque du Soleil’s "Journey of Man" at our local I-Dome theatre (I prefer the IMAX, but hey, no complaints). I walked away feeling so amazed, awestruck and … such an amateur. The grace, the control, the expression … all without a sound (Lelia are you reading this dah’lin’?) Very frustrating for me right now, as I am faced with some physical limitations in movement, that will keep their lil’ ugly selves around for some time … but also inspiring for a lil ole 30 something chippy like me. Sit Robert the Ep, you are, and always shall be, my knight in shining armor. xoxox from me and my platypus, Matilda. kitten

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Go ahead, …ask her.

He did. ;0)

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Some day, when you are cruising down the superhighway we call the net, pushing at your gas peddle with your less than excercised fanny and your red neck….

Are you talking about Annabela? Have you ever seen her? She’s stunningly beautiful. Robert – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD Yup. Just like Paul Newman. And Steve McQueen. Couple o’ no talent good ole boys that matter nothin to no one

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Uh, Great Post Amadeus, …but wrong person. Annie never hurt anyone, she just wants you to pet her platypus. Go ahead, …ask her. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – You enjoy bating people don’t you! You just lurve the feeling you get when you receive attention. Your lust for attention reaches no bounds. To satiate your appetite for this you send messages to various sites hoping, beyond all hope that you can reel in anybody willing to give you what you crave. That exhillerating moment when you look down your message list to see if anyone has taken time to respond. It could be today, it could be tomorrow… it could be next week. If you get your fix you feel appeased. That wonderful moment when you taste attention and the devouring begins. Pseudo cyberblood drips from your lips and you wipe a finger in annoyance as you feel the attention almost getting away. When people don’t respond you feel empty. You feel deserted and lost and eventually, you look for another subject to feast upon. You leave that small morsell of interest that someone will sniff at and when they do, you pounce. With one last, and villainous, effort you look to asymiliate another persons identity in the hope that someone, some small morsell of interest looks at your message, written under a new identity and, more importantly, an identity lifted from another persona that has the respect of this NG and you lay claim to their handle with lewd and vociferous comments. Assuming that people are not aware of the true nature of the person you have biosimilated, you begin the whole process again; feeding, lusting, preying on more attention. Eventually though, people see you for what you are. They avoid you like the plague. To them, you are a virus that eats away at their time and computer space. They see this time/byte sucking vampire in advance and they ignore it. Pretty soon your lifeblood seaps away and you feel yourself and your ways getting weaker. You look for that one last gasp of cyber air before your life slips away into nothingness. You have become that message, floating in the ether, that nobody sees or they choose to ignore because of all the warnings. You become insignificant in the world of usenet, a small pinprick that once would have created mass hysteria among cyberpost but now you are just some distasteful memory that all and sundry have found a cure for. AVOIDANCE! Some day, when you are cruising down the superhighway we call the net, pushing at your gas peddle with your less than excercised fanny and your red neck, attention swilling computer generated Chevvy, your brick wall (AVOIDANCE) will be fast approaching you. And as you loose control at that vital moment and head towards your destiny… THINK OF YOUR POOR TASTE AND ILL CONCEIVED DALE EARNHARDT COMMENTS. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD Yup. Just like Paul Newman. And Steve McQueen. Couple o’ no talent good ole boys that matter nothin to no one .

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You enjoy bating people don’t you! You just lurve the feeling you get when you receive attention. Your lust for attention reaches no bounds. To satiate your appetite for this you send messages to various sites hoping, beyond all hope that you can reel in anybody willing to give you what you crave. That exhillerating moment when you look down your message list to see if anyone has taken time to respond. It could be today, it could be tomorrow… it could be next week. If you get your fix you feel appeased. That wonderful moment when you taste attention and the devouring begins. Pseudo cyberblood drips from your lips and you wipe a finger in annoyance as you feel the attention almost getting away. When people don’t respond you feel empty. You feel deserted and lost and eventually, you look for another subject to feast upon. You leave that small morsell of interest that someone will sniff at and when they do, you pounce. With one last, and villainous, effort you look to asymiliate another persons identity in the hope that someone, some small morsell of interest looks at your message, written under a new identity and, more importantly, an identity lifted from another persona that has the respect of this NG and you lay claim to their handle with lewd and vociferous comments. Assuming that people are not aware of the true nature of the person you have biosimilated, you begin the whole process again; feeding, lusting, preying on more attention. Eventually though, people see you for what you are. They avoid you like the plague. To them, you are a virus that eats away at their time and computer space. They see this time/byte sucking vampire in advance and they ignore it. Pretty soon your lifeblood seaps away and you feel yourself and your ways getting weaker. You look for that one last gasp of cyber air before your life slips away into nothingness. You have become that message, floating in the ether, that nobody sees or they choose to ignore because of all the warnings. You become insignificant in the world of usenet, a small pinprick that once would have created mass hysteria among cyberpost but now you are just some distasteful memory that all and sundry have found a cure for. AVOIDANCE! Some day, when you are cruising down the superhighway we call the net, pushing at your gas peddle with your less than excercised fanny and your red neck, attention swilling computer generated Chevvy, your brick wall (AVOIDANCE) will be fast approaching you. And as you loose control at that vital moment and head towards your destiny… THINK OF YOUR POOR TASTE AND ILL CONCEIVED DALE EARNHARDT COMMENTS.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD Yup. Just like Paul Newman. And Steve McQueen. Couple o’ no talent good ole boys that matter nothin to no one .

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Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD

Yup. Just like Paul Newman. And Steve McQueen. Couple o’ no talent good ole boys that matter nothin to no one .

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Live in ignorance, die in a car hitting a wall at 180!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Live in knowledge, die in ignorance! Oh bullshit! No matter how you try to make it seem otherwise, all this loser did was sit in a seat and press a peddle. That is it. Exercise? Ha! What kind of conditioning does it take to drive a car? Special diet? Uh huh- Bud and pretzels. Good understanding of your subject? We are talking about driving a car, not rocket science. I DO know about his "profession." I do the same thing at least twice a day along with about 2 billion other people who drive to work. Give it up dude. He was no one. And watch the language

– David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Live in knowledge, die in ignorance!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh bullshit! No matter how you try to make it seem otherwise, all this loser did was sit in a seat and press a peddle. That is it. Exercise? Ha! What kind of conditioning does it take to drive a car? Special diet? Uh huh- Bud and pretzels. Good understanding of your subject? We are talking about driving a car, not rocket science. I DO know about his "profession." I do the same thing at least twice a day along with about 2 billion other people who drive to work. Give it up dude. He was no one. And watch the language Hey David, At least some of us have got nerve! Happily, I don’t fill my life with tedium. I get on with the job of acting and have achieved success through doing so. Much like Dale Earnhardt. I was by no means a fan of his but I do feel that from your side of the fence someone outta let you know just what goes into making a great racing driver… 1. Dedication to your chosen profession. 2. Achieving total physical condition of the body by means of rigorous exercise on a daily routine. 3. Eating a balanced diet. 4. Total focus on your job. 5. Good understanding of your subject. …something like a professional actor would do if he really knew his business. What I’m saying is David, don’t ever knock someones profession without first knowing what they go through to get their. I am sure Dale Earnhardt did not achieve his success by sitting on his butt bitching about "Ooooh, Mr. poncy actor! He’s just some red neck, beer swilling, actor cowboy who went to fast, lost control of his character, hit a wall, and died – on stage. I’ll bet hee never cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. Respect other people’s profession – more so if you know little about it – and don’t ever dis the achievers in this world. When your name’s up in lights anywhere then people may want to respect you. How do you expect them to if you show no other professional the same respect. In fact, who are you? Have you cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. In fact, who are you? ONCE AGAIN – YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT! He did nothing but amuse a bunch of morons who would have been equally entertained watching clothes go around in a dryer. Did I touch a nerve there Anton? Wanna tell us about your tedium? No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Oh bullshit! No matter how you try to make it seem otherwise, all this loser did was sit in a seat and press a peddle. That is it. Exercise? Ha! What kind of conditioning does it take to drive a car? Special diet? Uh huh- Bud and pretzels. Good understanding of your subject? We are talking about driving a car, not rocket science. I DO know about his "profession." I do the same thing at least twice a day along with about 2 billion other people who drive to work. Give it up dude. He was no one. And watch the language

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hey David, At least some of us have got nerve! Happily, I don’t fill my life with tedium. I get on with the job of acting and have achieved success through doing so. Much like Dale Earnhardt. I was by no means a fan of his but I do feel that from your side of the fence someone outta let you know just what goes into making a great racing driver… 1. Dedication to your chosen profession. 2. Achieving total physical condition of the body by means of rigorous exercise on a daily routine. 3. Eating a balanced diet. 4. Total focus on your job. 5. Good understanding of your subject. …something like a professional actor would do if he really knew his business. What I’m saying is David, don’t ever knock someones profession without first knowing what they go through to get their. I am sure Dale Earnhardt did not achieve his success by sitting on his butt bitching about "Ooooh, Mr. poncy actor! He’s just some red neck, beer swilling, actor cowboy who went to fast, lost control of his character, hit a wall, and died – on stage. I’ll bet hee never cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. Respect other people’s profession – more so if you know little about it – and don’t ever dis the achievers in this world. When your name’s up in lights anywhere then people may want to respect you. How do you expect them to if you show no other professional the same respect. In fact, who are you? Have you cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. In fact, who are you? ONCE AGAIN – YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT! He did nothing but amuse a bunch of morons who would have been equally entertained watching clothes go around in a dryer. Did I touch a nerve there Anton? Wanna tell us about your tedium? No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas.

– David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Hey David, At least some of us have got nerve! Happily, I don’t fill my life with tedium. I get on with the job of acting and have achieved success through doing so. Much like Dale Earnhardt. I was by no means a fan of his but I do feel that from your side of the fence someone outta let you know just what goes into making a great racing driver… 1. Dedication to your chosen profession. 2. Achieving total physical condition of the body by means of rigorous exercise on a daily routine. 3. Eating a balanced diet. 4. Total focus on your job. 5. Good understanding of your subject. …something like a professional actor would do if he really knew his business. What I’m saying is David, don’t ever knock someones profession without first knowing what they go through to get their. I am sure Dale Earnhardt did not achieve his success by sitting on his butt bitching about "Ooooh, Mr. poncy actor! He’s just some red neck, beer swilling, actor cowboy who went to fast, lost control of his character, hit a wall, and died – on stage. I’ll bet hee never cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. Respect other people’s profession – more so if you know little about it – and don’t ever dis the achievers in this world. When your name’s up in lights anywhere then people may want to respect you. How do you expect them to if you show no other professional the same respect. In fact, who are you? Have you cured cancer or discovered a new planet or writen an epic novel. In fact, who are you? ONCE AGAIN – YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – He did nothing but amuse a bunch of morons who would have been equally entertained watching clothes go around in a dryer. Did I touch a nerve there Anton? Wanna tell us about your tedium? No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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He did nothing but amuse a bunch of morons who would have been equally entertained watching clothes go around in a dryer. Did I touch a nerve there Anton? Wanna tell us about your tedium?

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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The air suddenly seems a little cleaner and the decibel level seems to have diminished. Ibis – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!! Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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No, he didn’t cure cancer. But what he did do was enthuse many motor racing fans worldwide and brought a smile to their own particular moments of tedium. UNLIKE YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKWIT!!!

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Oh yeah, physical endurance. I bet he spends HOURS in the gym working out that gas pedal foot. No wonder auto racing is an Olympic event, right up there with bowling. Guess what rhyanon? It is not brain surgery, it is not athletics, it is just sitting in a chair that goes really fast. It requires no more "endurance" than your hours of UseNet posting. The only people sucked in by stock car racing are people like you who see that old Chevy up on blocks in the yard and like to dream about what it will be like "when ya get ‘er all fixed up." Who else would think that some idiot slamming into a wall was a "legend?" Well, he wasn’t. He didn’t cure cancer or discover a new planet or write an epic novel. In fact, he didn’t do anything several hundred teen aged boys don’t do every weekend. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~ looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas.

– David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Speaking as a Dale Earnhardt fan, it makes a BIG fucking difference…He was and will always be a legend in the NASCAR fan’s hearts. (you obviously don’t know a thing about him OR the physical endurance it takes to complete/win a race) W~~~~~

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n

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(unknown because trolls forging and ruining threads) The Bear had the race on again today while I was working on a website. I looked up at the TV just as the crash happened. It didn’t look as bad as some other wrecks I have seen on tracks. But two other drivers died from the same kind of crash. The head on into the wall. I am glad that he did not suffer and went out doing something he loved doing. If anyone is interested, cards can be sent to 1675 Coddle Creek Highway Mooresville, North Carolina 28115 Harley

Oh who gives a rat’s ass? It is not like some great person or even an athlete died. Some red neck beer swilling cowboy went to fast, lost control of his car, hit a wall, and died. BFD. It happens a hundred times every weekend in Texas. — David People will believe something because they want it to be true or they are afraid it might be true ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft

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Don’t jump in on my discussions. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh, puhlease. The whole pseudosouthern gambit coming from you is too lame for words. You seem to take my words at face value, which shows you underestimate me. Good. [smirk] I promise to change my sig file as often as I change my newsreaders. – CASalonen Get your FREE web-based e-mail and newsgroup access at: http://MailAndNews.com Create a new mailbox, or access your existing IMAP4 or POP3 mailbox from anywhere with just a web browser.

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I don’t underestimate you Rhyannon my tender love pumpkin. I know you are the only woman in the world that can absorb the 180 mph love brick in my pants I am nursing for you. Only you have a cunt big enough and wet enough to take that kind of pounding and only I can deliver. You are all stud woiman and I want you. So be it! Love, Carl Oh, puhlease. The whole pseudosouthern gambit coming from you is too lame for words. You seem to take my words at face value, which shows you underestimate me. Good. [smirk]

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