13 Feb 07
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A good night out for a debauched aristocrat in his prime , I think would be best described using the medium of the smiley. . .
7pm
🙂🙂🙂😉😀😀😀😲😲😲😵😵😵😵😏😵😏😲😵🙂🙂. . . .
12am
😵😵😵😵😵😵😀😲😲🙄😲🙄. . .
2am
🙂🙂😕😠😳🙁🙁🙁🙁😴😴😴😕🙁🙁😛😛😛😴😴😴. . . .
4am
😴😴😴😴😴😲😲😏🙁😳😛😛😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴
Then up again at eleven
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Start again at seven. . .
13 Feb 07
Originally posted by Officer DibbleI have been dead for over three hundred years, and admittedly times have changed a great deal since the reign of Charles II (I never liked him much anyway) but I never allow that fact to get in the way of having a dam good night out.. . .
i'm not convinced that you're really the earl of rochester.
Have you put Top Cat behind bars yet?? Or is Benny still able to outwit your attempts to catch him.
13 Feb 07
Originally posted by EAPOEI once met a lord of the realm who said that his best night out was every Thursday after his select committee when he would ride a dozen times round the outer circle of Regents Park in London with three prostitutes in the back of his taxi eating grapes and caviar on toast with them. That was his definition of a good night out. That all finished during the baker's strike of 1986. Sad.
A good night out for a debauched aristocrat in his prime , I think would be best described using the medium of the smiley. . .
7pm
🙂🙂🙂😉😀😀😀😲😲😲😵😵😵😵😏😵😏😲😵🙂🙂. . . .
12am
😵😵😵😵😵😵😀😲😲🙄😲🙄. . .
2am
🙂🙂😕😠😳🙁🙁🙁🙁😴😴😴😕🙁🙁😛😛😛😴😴😴. . . .
4am
😴😴😴😴😴😲😲😏🙁😳😛😛😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴
Then up again at eleven
😛😛😛
Start again at seven. . .
13 Feb 07
I wouldn't care if you were the king or hog. What you give is what you get. I gave and gave and gave. And am giving, with joy! What do you do apart from smilies? Mr!
Dare call yourself an aristocrat and try live like one? If you are then you are skint my lord, coS u didn't returnt the tax on your PC.
cAN U undersStanD my WRAITING sir, as YOU LEarnned at Eton?
(I now receive, but not up the bottom, SIR NOT)
13 Feb 07
Originally posted by Rene PogelReminds me of a ramble I once had in St James Park. . .
I once met a lord of the realm who said that his best night out was every Thursday after his select committee when he would ride a dozen times round the outer circle of Regents Park in London with three prostitutes in the back of his taxi eating grapes and caviar on toast with them. That was his definition of a good night out. That all finished during the baker's strike of 1986. Sad.
http://www.ealasaid.com/fan/rochester/ramble.html
13 Feb 07
Originally posted by mikelomAllow me to introduce myself. . . .
I wouldn't care if you were the king or hog. What you give is what you get. I gave and gave and gave. And am giving, with joy! What do you do apart from smilies? Mr!
Dare call yourself an aristocrat and try live like one? If you are then you are skint my lord, coS u didn't returnt the tax on your PC.
cAN U undersStanD my WRAITING sir, as YOU LEarnned at Eton?
(I now receive, but not up the bottom, SIR NOT)
I am the second Earl of Rochester first incarnate. . .
A Debauched, Alcoholic poet who holds an uncontestable distain for all spires that point forth in "his" name sake.
You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me.
13 Feb 07
Originally posted by EAPOESorry, can't be assed to read any of that. I don't care for whatever material it came from either. I hope you are what you say you are, because I just got my mates in the fraud squad to access your IP address n they will be there at your huge mansion in 25 mins!
Allow me to introduce myself. . . .
I am the second Earl of Rochester first incarnate. . .
A Debauched, Alcoholic poet who holds an uncontestable distain for all spires that point forth in "his" name sake.
You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less ...[text shortened]... ng that I hope. I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me.
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by mikelomWell I am sure on their arrival at my estate the hospitality on offer will liven the spirit sufficient, causing them to forget entirely the original reason for wanting to call upon me.
Sorry, can't be assed to read any of that. I don't care for whatever material it came from either. I hope you are what you say you are, because I just got my mates in the fraud squad to access your IP address n they will be there at your huge mansion in 25 mins!
As for you. . . peasant. Back to swilling the dung of pigs go. . . And be sure to eat well as to disguise your words with the malicious odour of the fore mentioned beasts discharge.
😀😀😀😉😉😉
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by EAPOEWell read you are! You couldn't even respond with a quote worthy of reasoning with. Viriliter Age!
Well I am sure on their arrival at my estate the hospitality on offer will liven the spirit sufficient, causing them to forget entirely the original reason for wanting to call upon me.
As for you. . . peasant. Back to swilling the dung of pigs go. . . And be sure to eat well as to disguise your words with the malicious odour of the fore mentioned beasts discharge.
😀😀😀😉😉😉
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by EAPOEOh? Are you wonderful?
All men would be cowards if only they were brave enough. . . .
Have you no idea who I am minion?
Do I CARE WHO YOU ARE? Nope not really!
Do you think you can threaten the minions, of which I represent!!
Arrogant twit you are! As for me being a PIG????..MI5 PIG to you!!!
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by mikelomHey friend tis all fun and games. . . Prey do not take offence.
Oh? Are you wonderful?
Do I CARE WHO YOU ARE? Nope not really!
Do you think you can threaten the minions, of which I represent!!
Arrogant twit you are! As for me being a PIG????..MI5 PIG to you!!!
I do not wish to duel at dawn as I fear I will not be in a fit state to defend myself. . . .
However if it is for you honor, I feel I will have to return to the Trafalgar and swig more wine, least to forget then rise again at eleven with equally no memory of the night as it past or your name. . . .
How then would you be able to hold me to any honorable ends?
And least not I would have no memory of your face in thy swine’s trough. . . .
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by EAPOEYou're knifed... not shot.
Hey friend tis all fun and games. . . Prey do not take offence.
I do not wish to duel at dawn as I fear I will not be in a fit state to defend myself. . . .
However if it is for you honor, I feel I will have to return to the Trafalgar and swig more wine, least to forget then rise again at eleven with equally no memory of the night as it past or your na ...[text shortened]... onorable ends?
And least not I would have no memory of your face in thy swine’s trough. . . .
Catch up my olden apple. You think I get up at dawn? I run three companies and the policing support needed to do so. Sleep? Awken?
Awaken? Now YES!
I can always bring a Chateu of your desire to get you knifed?
-p
14 Feb 07
Originally posted by mikelomAre you trying to pick a fight with everybody?
You're knifed... not shot.
Catch up my olden apple. You think I get up at dawn? I run three companies and the policing support needed to do so. Sleep? Awken?
Awaken? Now YES!
I can always bring a Chateu of your desire to get you knifed?
-p