do we know each other? - Are you the Maureen I met at Patty McGraws house

in Waterford - the crazy Black Irish, who used to tell all these nutty German Jokes (about dead people, who look at the potatoes from below) And I remember how we sat on his porch and we talked politics and you came up with all these hilarious stories - We know how you love to "banter" and that's okay, because each time the conversation drifted into dangerous territory - I smiled at you and said "don't be so serious, Maureen and you chuckled and we changed the subject and had another Tea. But one thing I don't understand - You used to be the dreamer and I was "the stupid realist" - didn't you tell me that you can not stand politicians at all and that you much rather vote for a milkman with a good common sense instead a professionell politician - and I was all up in arms and wanted to talk about "experience" and "facts" and laughed and taught me a lesson I will never forget. You told me that everybody has his own priorities of these facts. Tthere might be somebody - for example who is against the war and that is so important for him that he ignores all the other facts. And another one only is interested in the economy - and I recall you were the first one - long before Clinton who said this legendary phrase: It is the economy, darling and when I got really mad you told me: don't be so serious. Ralphie - and we laughed and had another tea!

you drink a lot of tea with mo and you write like that roo!

actually you are really sweet amd I have to improve my "vision"

- thank you for such an interesting and informative exchange!

Is it you dude?

It must be you! How are you doing - good to hear from you again. I never thought I would meet you on this thread. I bought a "Sportster" last month for my wife - you know "

the "chicks" they can't handle them "big boys" and I still remember this t-shirt you were wearing last time I saw you - what did it say on the back: If you can read this, the bitch fell of - Great!! But I also heard you were in prison after hitting another dude with a beerbottle over his head -

Perhaps you should cool it, man - just a little...

today we have to educate Cythera - because she was a very, very bad girl lately.

There was just this question: "Who should be at the head of the class and Cythera wrote:

"I could care less how the nominee is decided as long as it is not Obama.

If they have to bribe every superdelegate with cash, whores, and vacations in Aruba,

that's fine with me. I hope he is cheated, in the most egregiously obvious and corrupt

way, out of the nomination, so I can dance on his political grave. Then I can come in

here and revel in the shrieks and moans of his dying cult.

My, my, Cythera - I finally had to call your parents and if you don't stop writing

things like that, you only allowed to play with the grown-ups!

CLASS (in horror): UUUH!

- and no more vacations on Aruba for you too!!

Cythera - weren't we just together on the bus - you didn't get up when this old lady came in and you just kept on sitting on the seat for disabled people? And when an old man - just like me - said something - you kicked him off yelling - yupyupyup -

I tried to rally all the others - I really did - but I was told to be quiet, because that's how it is - and always will be the life on a...bus!

and no vacations in Aruba for you too!

- be nice to each other - and Anonymus, if you keep saying nasty things like that you might have to sit with Roger Apocalypse until November!

I finally would be able to post responsible.

if the editor is worried about a tamed down Saloon - where people don't go for each others throats - and it lacks the necessary entertainment value - we can be entertaining and witty and wise - I'm very sure!