| Subject: Re: pot kettle black [was Re: Help me figure something out, cause I got questions. |
| From: "The Flavored Coffeee Guy" <elgersmad@rock.com> |
| Date: 01/01/2006, 07:55 |
| Newsgroups: alt.fan.jennifer-love-hewitt,alt.christnet.christianlife,alt.paranet.ufo,alt.religion.islam,alt.religion.scientology |
CHOO, go to www.google.com and then to the newsgroups, and look at how
your post appears in respect to SWAMPMIDGETs. At that point, it
appears totally inappropriate based upon the way the message appears.
choo wrote:
then there are little things
I can do, and over time, and after a few bytes
you won't see them anymore, because they will be
labeled quoted text.
then surprize surpize, you can see this until you click
on the quoted text. I'll work reall hard to get a enough lines
of text in here. And placing choo wrote, is the key to hiding
the text.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.