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[Facts] Eardley, Darling.....
I'm answering you in a new topic posting, coz I don't have the time or patience to snip all your spam from your reply subject heading.(I sure hope Mike C. deletes those two postings of Eardley's, before subsequent replies to them completely spam up this board.)According to *A Dictionary of Surnames* (Hanks & Hodges), the surname "Eardley" is a Staffordshire, England variation of "Ardley". It means: "dwelling place" (eard) and "wood, clearing" (leah).I could not find the meaning of "Arrol" for you, and I surely hope that someone else here can, so that you will go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go away.-- Nanaea
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Don't u see that this poor guy needs help. Oh yeah, and stop being such a suck ass to Mike C.
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Hey Adrianna,Since you've been beat up on this already for a whole day before I got back (I was smorgasboarding on Mt. Knoxville, gang), it may have already sunk in. If not...There's a book I've read more than once, "The Folk of the Air", by one of our language's best writers, Peter S. Beagle. It ultimately centers on a contemporary character named Sia, a middle-aged, unprepossessing lady with some apparent unusual powers.To condense about 400 pages, it turns out she is a Goddess, and one eventually learns that one doesn't call a Goddess a "suck-ass". She figuratively and spiritually takes the antagonist apart like a chicken wing, not without lots of collateral damage occurring.Now, the Goddess Nanaea is younger, more energetic, perhaps quicker to anger (not all bad), and Queen of the Night to boot. Proper deference would be not only prudent on your part, but gracious.If this book is not above your recommended grade level, it may be worthwhile to take a look before casting any more aspersions.
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"I was smorgasboarding on Mt. Knoxville, gang..."@@@@ You go smorgasboarding on Mt. Knoxville, Che goes snowboarding on Mt. Pelion... What's left for a militant goddess to do? I guess I'll spend the weekend broadswording with Mountbatten (in the Netherworld). :)And, Anna Poo... If I were you, I wouldn't cross swords (or wits) with either Davidh or CheBanana, either. Either one of them will leave you sitting in the dust and wondering when the hell the barn door fell on you.-- The Goddess Nanaea
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WHATEVER! anyways, i see u sign ur name as "goddess". AS IF!!! and I'm am miss teen U.S.A. haha
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"Suck ass"? And this from a person who calls herself "anna_poo" in e-mail? Too damn funny.-- Nanaea
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Anna just happens to stand for "Adrianna Pulia". The name last name I had until my dad was in the mob and killed people for money and my mom changed my last name to her maiden last name to hide the shame from the family. But I'm not ashamed at all. I think its kick-ass.
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Sounds like the only ass gettin kicked here's the Witness Protection Program's. Better tell Mom to start packin, Addy.
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As if the Witness Protection Program didn't have enough work to do. Now they've got to find yet *another* trailer park...
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Shucks, send 'em down this way. Plenty to go around, and I'm leavin in two weeks anyway.
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Thanks for the family history, Anna Poo. One should never be ashamed of one's family -- good for you! See, I'm a Satanist. Many of my friends across the nation are Satanists, too, and I'm not ashamed of anything that my "family" does, either. :)Hey, Wisconsin is a lovely state, isn't it? So many nice towns near you, like Abrams, Little Swanaco, Sobieski... How's the weather? :)-- Nanaea
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...and Nanaea is no "nouveau-satanist," having been raised by disciples
of Alistair Crowley! Nanaeat Emptor!
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im disiplined to ya know. i went to the correctional facility for 180 days and it worked for me
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ROTFL!
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You remingeg me of a very old joke:A kindergarten teacher to asks her students to describe what they did over the weekend.
Jane: “I went to my nanna’s house.” “No Jane,” corrected the teacher, “you went to your grandmother’s house."
George: “My dad bought me a choo-choo.” “No,” corrected the teacher, “Lets try to talk like grown-ups. He bought you a toy train.”
Johnny: “I read a book.” “Very good and what book did you read?” Johnny thought hard: “Winnie the Shit.”
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Heheh, that story was my morning laugh. :)And now, I dedicate this poem to the person who inspired this thread:Dear Anna Poo,
How do you you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well's here a clue:If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.Merci beaucoup.-- Nanaea
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Poem, sans typosDear Anna Poo,
How do you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well here's a clue:If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.Merci beaucoup.-- Nanaea
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