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why am I not surprised... anyway

Nah Pete, I'm a big believer in free speech and recognising that people having differing opinions and interests. I'm more concerned that this could turn into forum wars version 6.3 and there have been far too many casualties from the previous ones to run that risk. P.S. I meant further south, like overseas south, in case you were wondering...

Here's the conundrum... moderate both posts to keep the peace and suffer from the screams of censorship from down south or leave them both as is with the risk of a repeat of sunday bloody sunday.... ...think I'll go hurl rocks at the moon instead.

...interloper wearing beach sand encrusted jandals and a subtle hint of surf board wax. "Gnarly dude!" gushed the beiber fringed ring-in as he high fived at the air in celebration. "That's one less of those old dudes who know how stuff happens and another step toward...."

..and let loose with a spray. () "It's got nothing to do with luck." he snorted , "It's all to do with the mood of the lift pixies!" This revelation was too much for.......

..belch and scratched at his nethers, "Dunno ...." he mumbled. "..reckon this flyin' caper is one part aviatin' and three parts......"

...driven to put the slain tree to more practical use. ------------ (Finally got to use that smiley....hehehe)

But....

..some brusk furball tried to give me a membership card enema...." ================= You mean it's not Pope Ratus as he was telling the young shiela at the oyster bar last Friday??? P. S. you've got a stutter......

left fuel tap. "I remember the time my teeth went missing," said........

I have a sticky at the whole lot usually too.

Measure up the float dimensions and design draught and calculate that to a volume. Covert that displacement volume to the weight of water, fresh or add salt to taste, and that's the all up weight it will support at the nominated draught. It's rough as guts but good enough for gumint work... Add on bit: Doesn't allow for any structural limitations though

...those Fendt sitters are a scourge the way they... Drats.... pipped at the post by the Tubz

..shocked to learn what the dandenong despot did to ...

... Turbotinker was hammering away at an outboard motor. 'Bang! crash! clang!' rang out through the valley as he toiled at setting the idle mixture with a lump hammer and....

"Here! take a %$@!*^ swig of this!" growled the rough hewn figure as he thrust an old jug toward the BedragledRat. Warily, B'Rat sniffed at the contents in the container as he clung for dear life. "Just *#$%! drink it!" scowled the crusty taswegian as he raised his spade above his head to smite UngratefulRat should he resist. WetRat cautiously raised the bottle to his lips and swallowed, his eyes stinging from vapour escaping from the concoction that smelled like a blend of old apples and avtur. "Right!" growled his rescuer, "Get your furry #$^%! carcass up here and hold the spade over me while I take a swig".... ------------------- Bugger... guzumped by the blue oyster barflies..

...among the rocks and huon pines. "#$%@!" growled a familiar taswegian voice. "I'm gunna reach in there and......"

... and smell the distinct aroma of apple cider....

Sounds like you're having a ball up there. Perhaps you could indulge we frost bitten flat landers () with a few more yarns of what life is like living at the edge of waterworld. ( we won't hate you for rubbing it in too much ..)

I wish there was a "shrug" shrug smiley Daz, as I've no idea why...

'cuz if you hadn't, this post wouldn't be #26, it would be #25 and it would make even less sense than it does now?

I was wondering what had happened to you Paul. I used to enjoy reading of your adventures with the CT over in the high country. (mainly 'cuz I'm still too big of a wuss to venture there...) Got any new ones?!

[ Oops...]

Ok. You've both had your say and we're going to leave it at that. The thread is going to be locked shortly so we can all move foward instead of dwelling on the past.

"..it wah a cunning pran to trick us into randing before last light." The sound of Nobu cussing was drowned out by the frenzied staccato of 2,350 keyboards searching to find what time it was when the flagship carrier was sunk. "Oi!" protested a voice from the back stalls. "That's not the way it went down at all! It was......"