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jaysus you talk excrement, Mr Biff. You are a bogan and a hater. A fear merchant, a bigot who stoops to the lowest craven denominator. In other words, sir, you have been totally BRAINWASHED. A pity because at some stage your brain cells were curable.

You are so right. The biggest irony is that according to Koestler and Schlomo Sand, the Palestinians are the remnants of the Jews who didn't go to Spain and other parts of the Middle east, that in fact, the Ashkenazi Jews are actually descended from the Khazars, a Turkic people who converted to Judaism in the 9th Century. Genghis and his hordes wiped them out, they went north, into Russia and Poland, i.E. became the Ashkenazi Jews.

Always knew you were one of us, a friggin genius. I still despise your slant on history. You should stop reading Biggles.

Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we diet.

Some where over the rainbow, weigh a pie...

If they weigh a whale at the Whaleweigh Station, where do they weigh a pie?

Lovely stuff, Bing181. I appreciate your insights.

Ah, not to mention the privilege of being an Ulster Scoot, that wonderfully rich cultural ancestry of dwelling in bogs and being sustained by the noble Taittie. I envy you, most of all, because of that inimitably poetical cascading Irish brogue.

You sound blessed: being able to swear in 4 languages. Not even my father swore. Or my mother. I was distinctly underprivileged. Ah, what treasure, German/Polish/Jewish neighbours. I had the Morris Family, Doris Morris, who married the two timing Terry Twomey, and Ronald Morris who called me a poofta because I liked Beethoven. Still, I was able to bowl him out mercilessly when we played cricket, mainly because I was fast and because at that time I was the greatest living German cricketer. That was after many years of fruitless overs. And, I admit, he kept encouraging me to bowl faster. He had no fear. Of a tennis ball.

It's a form of auto-didactic proselytizing. FYO.

Most of you have missed the great literary genius behind this post. And English is not my mother tongue. Ah, the poetry and symbolism, Scot, Scat, the simple fact that a german knows the difference between a vowel and a consonant... Pearls before pork munchers, and those who abhor the meat because in the olden days it rotted before a sheep or a cow or a horse or a camel or a donkey did. A refrigerator would have changed the kosher habits and aversions of all Semitic people, their Muslim cousins and brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers included, and given them the benefits of what my favorite Lebanese Deli in Orrong Road used to call 'Kosher Ham.'

Yes, strange place. I was born there, fled when I was two. Then my parents thought they were going back but forgot about the difference a consonant and a vowel or two makes. Ended up among the Scotch thistled paddocks and outside dunnies of North Sunshine ( So we're back in Scatland.) I've never recovered.

Read the fine print, DC, ignore the salacious pictures, she's a Spanish National, of Mexican descent. Apparently into ice cream and concrete. So much so for being a 'Used Ice Cream' salesman.

So, what's not to like about her? One less Ice cream salesman in the world? And the first husband? Well, apparently the klutz kept overcooking the asparagus.

Some chose not to. We are Melbourne Football Club supporters. What would we know of the habits of the lowlifers?

What would you know about Germans anyway? Apart from wanting to date one...

Dats what happens when you deprive a man of the noble variety known as Taities.

"Quits then. You are obviously not in the mood for levity". Reply to Ernest by Mr Biff. Like this I thought he was in the mood for some levity. It made me laugh anyway.

I think I got you when I called Lifeline once. You asked me out for a date.

And how are you getting around?

Couldn't agree more. The bottom line is heresy is heresy. I can feel an immolation coming on.

In German we say, Ach du Liebe!

Man, you wanna just talk peanuts by the sound of it. For a start, bananas are about just as boring as nuts. Wanna talk about the weather? Okay, it's nice and cool in Melbourne at the moment, though we are heading for a 38 degree Tuesday, though the weather bureau keeps changing its mind about the exact figure. Have you ever noticed that? Does it annoy you too?

Yes, we have no bananas today.

What logic?