"Sockpuppet Yustabe" wrote in message

"Professor Midnite" wrote in message

Eventually, his arms must weaken and give way as the spring-loaded
closet
door
creaks open to reveal a wardrobe filled with crinolines, puce tutus and
floor
to ceiling phallic fantasies.

I'm not as fat as your wife, and not one tenth as hideously ugly.


Wow. All that flag waving really obfuscated the depth of your eloquence,
articulation and commendable debating skills.

You really have the gift of the proverbial gab, mate. And I am not solely
referring to absolutely stellar come back in the line above, where you
attempt some very subtle character assassination.

You surely do humanity an injustice by keeping such novel ideas and opinions
to yourself. Have you ever considered writing a book? Perhaps an
autobiography. I'm sure O'Reilly would welcome someone of your juristic
abilities onto the "Factor".