I LOVE YA MAN

-- Manny (No@dip.com), July 07, 2001

Answers

ME TOO, MAN!

I think you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. Heck, Anita wants to visit you, why don't we all head over thataway?

-- (Vincent@Price.Madman Extraordinaire), July 07, 2001.

OOPS! I FORGOT BOZZY BABY WENT TO THIS PICNIC THIS WEEKEND.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- White supremacists gather for Aryan World Congress

Bill Morlin - Staff writer

On the site where GIs were trained to fight the Nazis, white supremacists from throughout the United States gathered Friday in North Idaho.

Many of those same racists camping in Farragut State Park are scheduled to march today in Coeur d'Alene with Aryan Nations leader Richard Butler.

Sherman Avenue and intersecting side streets will be closed during the parade, set to begin at 11 a.m.

The parade is the featured event of the annual Aryan World Congress, an event Butler has sponsored for a quarter century. It has attracted Ku Klux Klan, Christian Identity and various other racists over the years.

The stubborn 82-year-old racist is holding this year's Aryan World Congress in the state park after losing his former 20-acre compound in a $6.3 million lawsuit.

But Butler is keeping a much lower profile this year. For the first time, he didn't kick off his annual gathering with a news conference and wasn't available to speak with reporters. In years past, he's introduced featured speakers and spouted his racist message.

An estimated three dozen participants had shown up by Friday evening at the Nighthawk campground in Farragut.

Head ranger Bryan Rowder said he was told by organizers that about 100 campers were expected.

In the adjoining Kestrel campground, about two dozen law enforcement officers, including FBI agents, monitored the gathering under balmy summer skies Friday afternoon.

The arrangement is an intelligence-gathering bonanza for law enforcement officers assigned to track domestic terrorism and racist groups.

Each vehicle and its occupants headed to the Aryan encampment at the Nighthawk site had to pass through a police checkpoint on an access road.

At past gatherings, officers have taken video and still pictures in attempts to identify those attending.

Individuals who've attended past Aryan congresses later have gone on crime sprees that created national headlines.

Aryan staff leader Shaun Winkler applied to use the state campground earlier this year. Farragut, on the shores of Lake Pend Oreille, was the site of a Naval training base during World War II.

Winkler was issued the permit last month after state park officials concluded there was no legal way to deny it.

The Aryans wanted to fire their guns at the firing range at Farragut, but it was rented out to the Kootenai County Sheriff's Department.

Winkler has said his group will now use a firing range near Fernan Lake, east of Coeur d'Alene, this afternoon. The Aryans also plan to burn a cross after dark tonight in the designated fire pit in their campsite.

-- Manny (No@dip.com), July 07, 2001.

Vince and Manny, what a pair to draw too! You guys need to come to Farragut State Park and join the fun. Don't get over till tomorrow. Dick Butler will meet ya personally and gives autographs. Little shaky but still enjoys doin that. Deviled Eggs, sour Kraut, and all the dark beer you can handle. Check the guns in at the gate and don't look twice at nobody! If ya got one of them classic German helmets or even a Luger you will be an instant hit. Look for me! I got the white tee shirt, overalls with suspenders, and my new John Deere cap. Got that last week with the lawn mower!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 07, 2001.

Boswell and Manny, you two are the greatest!

-- I tote (Itote@Itote.tote), July 07, 2001.

Hey Manny you after birth of a sperm gurgling faggot! It looks like you ran down your mothers leg.

-- Carlos the Jackal (MBsports@webtv.net), July 07, 2001.

Hey Bozzy can I borrow your lawnmower?

-- Manny (No@dip.com), July 10, 2001.

NO!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 11, 2001.

Hey, Boswell, can I borrow a cup of sugar?

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 11, 2001.

Hey, Boswell, scrap the cup of sugar. Can I borrow $20 until payday?

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 11, 2001.

Hey you insult throwing little twerps, nobody borrows sugar or 20 bucks from me unless I know them for 30 years and they live down the road less than five miles. And I certainly don't do business with sheep herders. Especially guys like you that come to work wearing rubber irrigation boots and gloves with velcro in the palms!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 12, 2001.

Does that mean no?

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 12, 2001.

I guess I will just have to contain my disappointment. Tommorrow is another day.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 13, 2001.

It's a brand new day! Hope springs eternal! Can I borrow the car?

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 13, 2001.

The only way I'd loan you a car is if you checked the oil under my supervision and the gas tank come back fuller than when you left with it. And the seats got to be spotless when it's returned. No dents and No beer cans!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 13, 2001.

Hey Cookie! I think Boswell just agreed to loan you his car!!

-- helen (hell@froze.over.just.now), July 13, 2001.

Maybe you're right, helen. But man, oh, man! He is one tough negotiator! I'm going to have to mull this one over real hard first.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 14, 2001.

Does anyone else think that Boswell and Manny are the same person? Is that you dear Unk?

-- Enlightenment (gone@away.now), July 14, 2001.

Boswell and Manny the same? If you are right, then Man-well is some kind of twisted genius. What other kind of person would start a thread in which he calls himself a "needle-dicked bug fucker"?

-- Little Nipper (canis@minor.net), July 14, 2001.

I changed my mind! I ain't loanin no pickup or car out to nobody under no circumstances. I don't trust no one named Danny, Lanny, Fanny, and most of all Manny. And I'm the one with the tee shirt, overalls, and brand spackin new John Deere cap. He's the one with the ponytail wearin them there designer jeans with the cute shirt. There's no comparison!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 14, 2001.

Wanna lick of my ice cream cone? No fair biting!

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 14, 2001.

Too late. I finished it.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 14, 2001.

I don't like ice cream, especially when someone else has already licked off of it. I don't like toppings like chocolate or strawberry or nuts. And speakin about nuts you're a fine one to draw to. And further more on the subject of nuts. You can commence to sucking mine!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 15, 2001.

"You can commence to sucking mine!"

Mr. Boswell, I can't see how anyone could derive any satisfaction from sucking nuts. All you get that way is a bit of salt, if you're lucky.

To really enjoy nuts you have to chew them. I thought everybody knew that.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 15, 2001.

Hoo boy! Guess I'd better get back to mucking out the barn...

-- helen (you@slay.me), July 15, 2001.

Use your imagination for cryin out loud. Take the normal little peanut for an example. You take two of em and put them in your mouth and suck on em for say 10 minutes. Cleans the salt right off of em. That'll soften them up enough to where they kind of like melt in your mouth like M and Ms. It makes the whole bag last longer and you don't have to go into town so often and buy more!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 15, 2001.

Slinging poop right and left furiously...

-- helen (gracious@goodness.gracious), July 15, 2001.

helen, don't pull a muscle in your leg. Give me that pitchfork. I can do that for you. BTW, you look divine in your rubber boots with those tiny beads of sweat on your lip.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 16, 2001.

About my lip, do you think I should wax? :)

-- helen (yeah@its.really.me), July 16, 2001.

Ummmmm....if you have any doubts about whether or not it needs waxing, it needs waxing.

-- Uncle Deedah (unkeed@yahoo.com), July 16, 2001.

"About my lip, do you think I should wax?"

If waxing your floors makes you look the same as mucking out the barn does, then, by all means, yes. Besides, it will teach your old dog some new tricks when he tries to run through the house.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 16, 2001.

Unk...if I went to a candle factory, how much would cost me to get dipped up to my nostrils?

Cookie, first the lip thing, now the floor wax. I just bought my first bottle of floor wax yesterday and will be waxing my floors in about ten minutes. If you're out there peeking in my windows you can damn well get in here and help.

-- helen (call@me.ms.clean), July 16, 2001.

There's nothin finer than to see a lady with a five tine pitchfork slinging cow shit early in the morning before breakfast. Rubber six buckle overshoes with a red scarf round her forehead to keep sweat from drippin on her nose. And leather gloves with her flannel shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. That is bout as sexy as it can get other than a titty bar that serves macaroni salad with the hors d vorses

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 16, 2001.

I saw her first.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 17, 2001.

Do either of you guys think mule poop is sexy too?

-- helen experiences the first glimmer of hope since 19THREAD DRIFT! (cross@yer.fingers.mule.lovers), July 17, 2001.

No ma'am. Not me. Even the stale of a molly wouldn't really budge the needle on the old Sexymeter. And you can keep the dugs, too.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 17, 2001.

Cookie, I'm afraid to speculate on what you meant, but I'll take that as a "no".

-- helen carefully begins scraping mule poop off her boots (scrape@wipe.spray), July 18, 2001.

Good question Helen. Mule poop in all it's forms can be pretty damn disgusting. Depends on whether it has rained on it or not. But when you compare it with chicken shit or dog dung or the worst of worst cat crap, it can look pretty sexy! But you need to get up really early in the morning and have a early breakfast, feel real good about yourself and have a 10 o'clock viewing.

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 18, 2001.

Horse poop can smell almost good after the horsies eat alfalfa. At least to us country folk. Boswell, do the mules up your way ever get this treat? BTW my wife who is a city slicker doesn't like even the alfalfa aroma.

-- Just a (country@boy_at.heart), July 19, 2001.

I will break a vow for you, helen. Not many women could get me to do that without a quid pro quo - which is fancy Latin talk for "gimme sumptin good and I'll put out for you".

A "molly" is a female mule. "Stale" is urine. "Dugs" are tits. And yes I meant no. I'm still sweet on ya, but the mule poop ain't the reason.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle-association.org), July 19, 2001.

Cookie, what a wonderful gift indeed to be liked in spite of the mule poop! The cultural traditions of my people require me to bear the penalty for a vow I induced another to break -- but I have never heard of a vow against defining terms and do not know the penalty.

-- helen :) (gonna@wash.that.mule.right.out.of.my.hair), July 20, 2001.

Helen: It's never been clear in my mind why folks would have a mule. Do you use him to haul things?

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 20, 2001.

Anita, I can explain the mule. It was either Palm Sunday or Easter, I forget. Anyway, Our Lord's last ride was on a donkey and that was on my mind. Probably that was it, I don't remember. Anyway, there was a man with a beautiful black pony and an unkempt brown mule holding a roadside stand like you normally see for fruit. Only these were animals he was selling. He was a gentle man, very easy with his animals, let me make that clear. It was his way of making extra money after retirement.

The beautiful pony was going home with someone's child, I could tell. There was quite a crowd gathered around her. My own kids wanted her. My husband offered to buy her. The man said the pony was well-broken for children. That was the animal we should have come home with, and it was my fault we didn't.

The mule was standing alone, looking straight out at nothing. He never indicated he noticed the people around the pony. He just stood there waiting for the next stupid thing to happen in his life. He had worn a saddle for so long that he had sores worn into his hide right where all the straps had bound him. My kids started looking him over and feeling sorry for him, but it was still my fault that we didn't go home with the pony. My husband asked me if I wanted the mule and I said I didn't need a mule and this mule didn't look so good anyway.

So that's how we got the mule.

He walked in circles, never flinched when children shrieked near his ears, and always backed away from men. There's a mule ride near here, one of those amusement park merry-go-round rides that use living animals for entertainment. We think that's where the man had gotten him. Probably the sores were so bad no good mother would want to put her baby on him any more.

The sores healed up and the mule gave gentle rides to our kids. I've been on him a time or two, but he seems to know hurting an adult rider isn't nearly as dangerous as hurting a little kid. That proves he's smart.

To answer your question, no, he doesn't haul anything. I think he would if I had a harness and cart and an excellent reason for his cooperation. If I can get a dragging harness this fall, I plan to introduce him to the concept of helping helen with logging.

Meanwhile, he eats, sleeps, rolls, and dreams of freedom. He can open normal gate latches, and I've seen him studying the padlock we use. He makes a point of kissing up to me when he wants something and having tantrums when I don't deliver. He needs another horse-type animal for company as he detests goats. That's another sign of intelligence. I'm afraid another horsey-type will have a soul and a brain and an agenda, and I just don't have the energy to deal with it.

Five minutes ago I heard a great banging noise outside and knew before I got there that he had taken my husband's canoe off the rack. He was getting in just as I got there. Thankfully I got him out of there before he tried to sit down and maybe break a crossbrace. I don't know what he thought he was doing since he didn't even have a paddle to row with. He was truly pissed at being dragged out of there, but I bought him off with some pears.

-- helen (i@can.explain.everything), July 20, 2001.

*Sniff* That was the most beautiful thing I think I have ever seen written about a mule without a paddle.

I think this thread is winding down. But helen is not the reason why. It's me. I just know it's me.

Soon no one in this forum will be able to dial in and see "HEY BOSWELL YOU NEEDLE DICKED BUG FUCKER" as a subject line. I blame myself.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 21, 2001.

What's the matter Cookie you getting bored? It feels good to get up every mornin and see my name in capital letters! All be as it may!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 21, 2001.

Thanks, Helen. Mike and I have something in common, it seems.

He just stood there waiting for the next stupid thing to happen in his life.

I do this, too, sometimes.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 21, 2001.

Mike Mule, patron saint of those of us who feel like the pack animals of God.

This morning my husband said he would not take that mule canoeing no matter what kind of fit he threw because he would undoubtedly punch holes in the bottom and sink them. He sounded serious. The mule has imposed his personality into the consciousness of the entire family. Heaven help us if Mike Mule discovers the antics of Francis the Talking Mule...

Cookie, it's very important to Boswell that we not let the thread die. I'm sure you could come up with something every day, couldn't you?

-- helen (honey@was.that.a.mule.in.the.boat), July 21, 2001.

Awe helen, how can one person be capable of such sweet kindness and then such evil

-- (never@see. i2i), July 21, 2001.

GOOD MORNING!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 22, 2001.

Good Morning Boswell! What are you up to this fine morn?

-- Debra (Thisis@it.com), July 22, 2001.

I was thinking it's afternoon.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 24, 2001.

Helen your the reason I still lurk here. Thanks for the laughter!

-- name (123@456.com), July 24, 2001.

You're welcome, name. :)

-- helen (mule@kissing.fool), July 24, 2001.

Dear God! I spilled the wax!

-- helen (what@now.unk), July 25, 2001.

Late to this one but Helen thank you so for the Mike enlightenment.

-- Carlos (riffraff@cybertime.net), July 25, 2001.

Mules are pretty damn smart. Lot more than horses. They can also walk circles around a cow stuck in a mud hole. I had a pack mule called Raymond a few years ago. He didn't overeat like the rest of the fourleggers tend to do and he always got 8 hours sleep with his eyes closed. And when it come to breeding he always took his time. I guess he kind of liked it.

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 25, 2001.

Don't need no shoes either.

-- Old (time@mule.rider), July 25, 2001.

And when it come to breeding he always took his time.

I assume you are speaking of "breeding" euphemistically, since the critter in question was a mule. If you did get a daddy mule to breed little mules, call the local extension agent and tell him to sit down first before you break the news.

-- Miserable SOB (misery@misery.com), July 25, 2001.

Raymond had ears 10 inches long and a Peter two feet long and he could put a bow in a mare's back that snow would slide off of and if you didn't give him a second chance, he'd stomp a hole in the cistern lid until you led her back in the corral.

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 26, 2001.

Boswell, for the first time I think you're stretching the truth. Mules do not breed. I know this for a fact. I have to find other activities to fill my mule's time, and being a male yourself, you know how much extra time you have ...er...on your hands when you can't ...well never mind. Mules don't breed.

-- helen (ahem@stop.this), July 26, 2001.

Helen, you are absolutely right about mules not breeding and having offspring. I should have phrased it differently. Raymond had sexual desires just like other pasture critters but he was sterile as you say. He enjoyed the practice that he got and mares never complained. And as far as stretching the truth, it was all of two feet and more!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 26, 2001.

Mr. Boswell, I am well aware of the origin of the phrase "hung like a horse" and have always made a point to avoid men who claim to be so. FYI, it isn't a good pick up line. In case your mother never told you.

-- helen (hiding@mule.eyes), July 26, 2001.

Helen,

What would be a good pick-up line?

You wanna see my mule?

-- Jack Booted Thug (governmentconspiracy@NWO.com), July 26, 2001.

Boswell, was Raymond gelded? Seems to me, if a mule stallion's never going to be any good for stud work, the obvious thing to do is geld him so he's a tad bit more tractable as an adult.

-- Miserable SOB (misery@misery.com), July 26, 2001.

At least we're getting back on topic for this thread!

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 26, 2001.

JBT, I can't speak for all women, but "would you like to drive my 1954 International truck?" works for me. :)

-- helen (twisted@sisters.in.your.midst), July 26, 2001.

Hi there you miserable SOB! Raymond was still altogether cause his guildings were still in his sack. We left em there because he didn't show any aggressive behavior. But he did like to get up there and work it in while it was still soft and they didn't expect it. They he would get hard and listen to their ribs crack. You could tell he really liked that cause of his smile!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 26, 2001.

Eeww! I'm going home!

-- helen gathers up her toy mule, toy truck, and floor wax (not@playing.with.boswell), July 26, 2001.

John Webb aka Boswell is one twisted Mutha fucka. Even the perennially dense helen finally figgered it out. When will Anita?

-- (dum@de.cum dums), July 26, 2001.

Dum de dum, if you force yourself you might learn something from this thread that not just a few have figured out and it certainly doesn't include you. If you haven't got a sense of humuor albeit twisted at times and be able to laugh at yourself along with others, you will always be miserable like you apparently are and mornins will always look like the dawn of hell. Struggle thru life with that affliction and everything else is meaningless. SMILE AND BE HAPPY AND LIVE LONGER!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 26, 2001.

And who in the hell is this John Webb that you and that other little creep keep bringin up? I've always been known as Boswell even to Grandpa. They've called me that ever since the Yaloo River and F-86 Sabre jet days.

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 26, 2001.

I believe that was the Yalu river and they should have let MacArthur cross it.

-- Jack Booted Thug (governmentconspiracy@NWO.com), July 26, 2001.

I could never brag about my spelling. I just try to put the thought together before it completely disappears. Kind of like stuttering, you try your best and hope it's not the worst!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 27, 2001.

"...that was the Yalu river and they should have let MacArthur cross it."

Wasn't that river really called the Rubicon and wasn't it Julius Caesar who crossed it? I get so mixed up about these things.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 27, 2001.

I thought it was the Yellow River and Mao crossed it.

-- helen (boswell@be.good.now), July 27, 2001.

I thought it was the Snake River and Evil Knievel jumped over it.

-- (zoom@zoom.zoom), July 27, 2001.

Evil didn't jump over the Snake River, he flew. AND... he didn't make it all the way across.

-- Factoid (info@for.u), July 28, 2001.

Evil Knievil attempted to jump his motorcycle over the Snake River at Twin Falls. He didn't try to fly his motorcycle. You only fly something when you have wings attached to yourself or your vehicle. Prying minds need to know that!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), July 28, 2001.

I REALLY got into this mule sterility issue last Thursday and found a really neat PDF file that explained the whole thing. Unfortunately, I had to log off before I could post it and can't find it today.

I had questions such as "Why is the mule sterile?" Sterility has many facets, including an inability to produce sperm with the necessary strength or equipment to penetrate the ova of the same species. Of course there was also a question in my mind about whether mules produced any sperm at all, as well as whether it was the Hinny [female mule] who didn't have the facility to accept the sperm from the mule.

I learned that there are differences in mules and hinnies, depending on whether the mother was the horse or the mother was the donkey. It seems that there HAVE been isolated cases of mules impregnating hinnies, although hinnies have a much better success rate with horses or donkeys. Again, though, a hinny that was a product of a male horse and female donkey will have a smaller uterus than a hinny that was a product of a female horse and male donkey, so successful reproduction is more likely to occur if the hinny was a product of a female horse and a male donkey. Are you confused yet?

Anyway, the PDF file went into the same sortof background material on how a mule got to be a mule [female horse, male donkey, or vice- versa.] By the time I find it again, this thread will be long gone, but it WAS an interesting history.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 28, 2001.

Since an 'ass' fits into this somewhere wouldn't it make much more sense to call it a 'heinie' instead of a hinny?

Geez, this english language is so confusing.

-- Debra (Thisis@it.com), July 28, 2001.

"...there HAVE been isolated cases of mules impregnating hinnies..."

Anita, this news warms the cockles of my heart.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), July 30, 2001.

Viable pregnancies have been achieved by female hinnys. Hinnys are the progeny of female donkeys and (horse) stallions. The pregnancies in hinnys were achieved by mating with stallions. The offspring would have been 3/4 horse. I don't remember if the offspring lived long enough to breed. I have never read of a case where a male hinny impregnated a horse, donkey, or another hinny.

Mules are the progeny of (horse) mares and jack donkeys. Mules are regarded as superior to hinnys. So far as I know, no female mules have given birth to living offspring. There have been pregnancies in mules that resulted in miscarriages. I have never read of a case where a male mule impregnated a horse, donkey, or another mule.

I prefer not to discuss reproduction issues with Mike Mule. All I know is what I've read in books.

-- helen (why@do.i.know.this), July 30, 2001.

One day, Helen...one day I'll find that elusive PDF file. So far it looks like I will need to undergo hypnosis to determine exactly WHAT I put into the search engine last Thursday. It's all SO's fault. Had his plane landed only 10 minutes later, I would have had time to post it.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 30, 2001.

... I am still on tenterhooks... waiting... (zzzzzz!)

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), August 02, 2001.

fuck off!!!!! MILK

-- Matt Hanley (matthanley3@hotmail.com), September 07, 2001.

Awwwww, Matt! I didn't know you cared!

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), September 07, 2001.