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Eighteen 'til I Die
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Talleyrand,
It is obvious that you are not here to learn nor do you have the ability to help other folks to be successful in this business. I am not even sure that you are for real, but regardless it is passed time for you to exist this community. As far as I know only Jim or Greenguy can ban you. As promised in post #29, I join many loyal members of this board in asking for your removal. Earlier, I expressed my desire for this not happen to you but you have crossed way over the line. Finally, if you escape being banned, I for one will never reply to your posts and I call on my fellow board members to just ignore you. |
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Arghhhh...submit yer sites ya ruddy swabs!
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IF this tool is in fact real, he's a complete waste of time and breath. I've got far better things to do than to banter with him...and gave up on actually trying to help him a while back. With that said, I agree with Chop. Either GG or J gives Talleywhacker the axe (definitely the preferred option)...or at the very least, he simply ceases to exist. His threads will get very quiet that way. Btw Chop...love the new avatar |
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Banned
Join Date: Nov 2005
Posts: 200
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Your words remember me the movie: Mississippi Burning, Directed by Alan Parker. Have you still the torch in your hand, and would you like to use it? Talleyrand |
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Certified Nice Person
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Banned
Join Date: Nov 2005
Posts: 200
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Banned
Join Date: Nov 2005
Posts: 200
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And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full, I travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course, Each careful step along the byway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off More than I could chew. But through it all, When there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall, And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill, my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing To think I did all that. And may I say, not in a shy way, 'Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way'. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way. Yes, it was my way. |
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