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Too late, ladies. See !! Thump!!
Nope, I don’t see it. But there are some posts that I miss. Karen, you’ve *no idea* how badly I needed you to say ‘yes’ 24 hours ago.
You’re right, I had no idea, because you didn’t say so :-)
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Surf, You’re an asskissing little peeon.
As usual you misunderstand my motives. You’re not a twerp because your posing as and "dissing" Roger (diss’ him all you like, I encourage it), but because you spend so much time talking to yourself (when you could be properly dissing Roger). Surf
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100 words or less: If this thing is for real, I’m interested. Not worthy, but interested. Karen ~~~~~~ Karen! An adventurous soul, who takes a leap of faith. I like that. Mary
Too late, ladies. See !! Thump!! Karen, you’ve *no idea* how badly I needed you to say ‘yes’ 24 hours ago. Roger
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I’ve kind of kept out of this up till now but I have to say that I like the *idea*. The practicalities I’m not so sure about. I’d have to put my family in kennels for the duration (they all hate running with a vengence) and the remote thought that you might turn out to be a Jack Nicholson ("The Shining") type axe wielder lends a certain frisson that I find simultaneously attractive and off-putting.
What the saying about a day late and a dollar short? I look nothing like Jack Nicholson, although it has been said that I’m a dead ringer for Richard E Grant. Didn’t think I looked *that* gay. (http://www.runnerswebuk.com/wrp_cwc_hp.html) Plenty of great running and if it turns out that we all hate each other, no harm done and no deaths.
This sounds good, Tim. I’m off touring Yankee land with the brats next summer for an extended period, but we won’t be leaving until early June, so if the dates for the ‘04 event are broadly similar, I’d be prepared to commit. Let’s see if anyone else bites. Roger.
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100 words or less: If this thing is for real, I’m interested. Not worthy, but interested. Karen
~~~~~~ Karen! An adventurous soul, who takes a leap of faith. I like that. Mary
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – With regards to your "one hundred words or less, why you’re worthy to attend .", I’ll put it simply: Any of us would be grinning ear to ear should we actually meet, after which the race is on. Regard the soles of my colorful new Asic’s racing flats. Eat my dust. OK, you’re in, you don’t have to grovel. Now, if only I can get a couple of my favourites Europeans and some grumpy Yankees, we’ll have a quorum worth planning around. Roger <party planner extraordinaire, getting quite dizzy with the excitement
100 words or less: If this thing is for real, I’m interested. Not worthy, but interested. Karen
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I’ve kind of kept out of this up till now but I have to say that I like the *idea*. The practicalities I’m not so sure about. I’d have to put my family in kennels for the duration (they all hate running with a vengence)
C;mon now Timothy, we all know why you’d have to put your family in kennels, it’s really because they still walk on all fours (typical irish trait) sniff buttholes, smell bad, and bark a lot. and the remote thought that you might turn out to be a Jack Nicholson ("The Shining") type axe wielder lends a certain frisson that I find simultaneously attractive and off-putting.
He’s too weak to yield an axe, although a plastic knife may not be beyond his strength limits. He’s a mouse, remember? could I suggest something like the Cape Wrath Challenges? (http://www.runnerswebuk.com/wrp_cwc_hp.html) Plenty of great running and if it turns out that we all hate each other, no harm done and no deaths.
Yes, butt with you and Roidger there, there’s sure to be plenty of anal sex going on.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Nobody, absolutely nobody, here, or anywhere, would genuinely consider flying anywhere in anticipation of "you". Basically you have proven to be a liar about your ID, your actual sex, your location, your staus in life, and every single detail, so how could you even entertain the idea anybody would? You won’t even tell us your name, but were supposed to cross continents to meet you? You know, now that I think about it, that IS a brilliant troll! If you pull this off you will surely surpass me as the greatest internet troll ever! Yunno, as usual, amidst the dross you make the odd reasonable point.
You’re just upset because I figured out your little plan. I gotta admit though, it was a great idea had you been able to pull it off. A fair proportion of what I tell you is the truth. Certain elements are not. As I know which is which, from my perspective I’m not such a bad guy. However, if you didn’t have a clue as to which portions were true and which were a complete fabrication, then your standpoint is entirely logical.
C’mon now, you’ve lied about EVERY SINGLE detail of your life, so how would/could ANYONE begin to guess what parts were true? Based on what? The hundreds of lies you’ve posted here? You seem to think you have a tiny glimmer of credibilty. You don’t. I would tend to agree that all the available evidence supports your assertion that I lack credibility.
You like words with "ass" in them, don’t you? Call it my one altruistic What’s that mean? Think ‘cute’. Yes I do, lies and a great troll. No. bizarrely, it wasn’t. Nevertheless, although I was gaining the accommodation at a hefty discount, my chum wants the cash up front NOW – you can tell he knows me quite well. Like I said, I don’t joke about money, and as only Surf has shown any inclination to leap into the void, securing three cabins would appear to be a little over the top, no?
I think a closet will fit the number of people that’ll be there. Surf, if you still want to come, mail me off board.
Gee, how in the world could he do that? You’ve left us forever (again) leaving us with no available email address (again), or are you just lieing (again) ? Courage and an enquiring mind has it’s reward. It would be my families pleasure to host a small running adventure for you and your wife, on the sole condition that my real identity forever remains immersed in a sea-mist of intrigue. Really, you’ll be *fairly* safe. The remainder of my family are quite sane
You pay, we fly.
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Yes I do, lies and a great troll. No. bizarrely, it wasn’t. Nevertheless, although I was gaining the accommodation at a hefty discount, my chum wants the cash up front NOW – you can tell he knows me quite well. Like I said, I don’t joke about money, and as only Surf has shown any inclination to leap into the void, securing three cabins would appear to be a little over the top, no?
I’ve kind of kept out of this up till now but I have to say that I like the *idea*. The practicalities I’m not so sure about. I’d have to put my family in kennels for the duration (they all hate running with a vengence) and the remote thought that you might turn out to be a Jack Nicholson ("The Shining") type axe wielder lends a certain frisson that I find simultaneously attractive and off-putting.
As an alternative, could I suggest something like the Cape Wrath Challenges? (http://www.runnerswebuk.com/wrp_cwc_hp.html) Plenty of great running and if it turns out that we all hate each other, no harm done and no deaths. Tim — Time for a new sig.
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Where? In magic make-believe land? No, here in Scotland. Perth is the town. Come get me, oh ye of little courage.
Oh? Is this the *magic mushroom town of Perth* you go to after eating those moldy things? Confront your penis with your hand, then act like you’re having a seizure. Lil’ mousie. But, but, won’t you please try to kill me? You’d be a usenet hero if you do.
I’m ALREADY a hero, so what’s to be gained by stomping on a little mouse? Then I’d have to scrape the shit off of my boots.
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Nobody, absolutely nobody, here, or anywhere, would genuinely consider flying anywhere in anticipation of "you". Basically you have proven to be a liar about your ID, your actual sex, your location, your staus in life, and every single detail, so how could you even entertain the idea anybody would? You won’t even tell us your name, but were supposed to cross continents to meet you? You know, now that I think about it, that IS a brilliant troll! If you pull this off you will surely surpass me as the greatest internet troll ever!
Yunno, as usual, amidst the dross you make the odd reasonable point. A fair proportion of what I tell you is the truth. Certain elements are not. As I know which is which, from my perspective I’m not such a bad guy. However, if you didn’t have a clue as to which portions were true and which were a complete fabrication, then your standpoint is entirely logical. Based on what? The hundreds of lies you’ve posted here? You seem to think you have a tiny glimmer of credibilty. You don’t.
I would tend to agree that all the available evidence supports your assertion that I lack credibility. Call it my one altruistic What’s that mean?
Think ‘cute’. Yes I do, lies and a great troll.
No. bizarrely, it wasn’t. Nevertheless, although I was gaining the accommodation at a hefty discount, my chum wants the cash up front NOW – you can tell he knows me quite well. Like I said, I don’t joke about money, and as only Surf has shown any inclination to leap into the void, securing three cabins would appear to be a little over the top, no? Surf, if you still want to come, mail me off board. Courage and an enquiring mind has it’s reward. It would be my families pleasure to host a small running adventure for you and your wife, on the sole condition that my real identity forever remains immersed in a sea-mist of intrigue. Really, you’ll be *fairly* safe. The remainder of my family are quite sane
Roger.
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Surf, You’re an asskissing little peeon. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Bill, you’re still a witless twerp. Surf "May your armpits be infested with the fleas of a thousand camels!" Cprl. Klinger. NOTE: This message was sent thru a mail2news gateway. No effort was made to verify the identity of the sender. No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"? Too true. I’d expect the only person who’d do that would be someone who wanted very badly to kill me. There are a lot of people who want to do that. The numbers are legion. Just the same, being hunted would be fun. Let loose the hounds! You’re too stupid to find me. Roger
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Bill, you’re still a witless twerp. Surf "May your armpits be infested with the fleas of a thousand camels!" Cprl. Klinger.
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – NOTE: This message was sent thru a mail2news gateway. No effort was made to verify the identity of the sender. No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"? Too true. I’d expect the only person who’d do that would be someone who wanted very badly to kill me. There are a lot of people who want to do that. The numbers are legion. Just the same, being hunted would be fun. Let loose the hounds! You’re too stupid to find me. Roger
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NOTE: This message was sent thru a mail2news gateway. No effort was made to verify the identity of the sender. No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"? Too true. I’d expect the only person who’d do that would be someone who wanted very badly to kill me. There are a lot of people who want to do that. The numbers are legion.
My point EXACTLY! Just the same, being hunted would be fun. Let loose the hounds! You’re too stupid to find me.
The smell would make that easy. Remeber mousie boy, I made public everything about me, and at least I’m popular enough that a group of RR’s would consider renting a bus just to see me at the reservoir where I run for an hour or two.
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So what are you waiting for? Come get me! I’m waiting.
Where? In magic make-believe land? I eagerly await the confrontation.
Confront your penis with your hand, then act like you’re having a seizure. Lil’ mousie
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No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"? I’m wondering that myself
Nobody, absolutely nobody, here, or anywhere, would genuinely consider flying anywhere in anticipation of "you". Basically you have proven to be a liar about your ID, your actual sex, your location, your staus in life, and every single detail, so how could you even entertain the idea anybody would? You won’t even tell us your name, but were supposed to cross continents to meet you? You know, now that I think about it, that IS a brilliant troll! If you pull this off you will surely surpass me as the greatest internet troll ever! Nobodys coming to see you arsehole. Probably not, but the offer is genuine.
Based on what? The hundreds of lies you’ve posted here? You seem to think you have a tiny glimmer of credibilty. You don’t. Call it my one altruistic What’s that mean? act in a lifetime devoted to the worship of ME. So totally out of character it’s *in* character, if you get my drift.
Yes I do, lies and a great troll. I’m blowing the whistle on you, so it’s not going to work. I AM THE GREATEST! ThebillRodgers.
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No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"?
I’m wondering that myself
Nobodys coming to see you arsehole.
Probably not, but the offer is genuine. Call it my one altruistic act in a lifetime devoted to the worship of ME. So totally out of character it’s *in* character, if you get my drift. Roger.
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I wouldn’t come to scotland to meet you in my next lifetime, never mind this one. That is in spite of a trip to scotland to be my lifelong dream. That’s a ‘No’ then?
Send me three round trip tickets (GF and kiddo) and I’ll consider it… naw, just the thought of a week with you makes me puke. Probably for the best. You’d have had to; a) run,
Nine miles a day mousey. b) remain sober for at least a portion of the day,
I’m sober when I wake up, but as soon as I fire up the first bone that’s history. Then around noon I drink a few guinesses to wash down my Vioxx. c) communicate using words rather than expletives, and
"Fuck you" are not only expletives, but here’s a big surprise for you, they ARE words too! d) display at least a few of the social graces.
Leave the toilet seat down for you? Sorry, the rule in TheBillRodgers kingdom (anything I purvey) is if you are the one risking getting your ass dunked in toilet water, then it’s your resposibility to check the seat position. I do, everytime I lay-a-loaf. As for my farting (you’ve obviously been forwarned about my problem) I consider it a natural, involuntary, bodily function, not subject to the queens rules of ettiquette. And I still refuse to wear a condom during anal intercourse, in sex the rule is "what’s mine is going to be yours".
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I wouldn’t come to scotland to meet you in my next lifetime, never mind this one. That is in spite of a trip to scotland to be my lifelong dream.
That’s a ‘No’ then? Probably for the best. You’d have had to; a) run, b) remain sober for at least a portion of the day, c) communicate using words rather than expletives, and d) display at least a few of the social graces. Roger.
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I wouldn’t come to scotland to meet you in my next lifetime, never mind this one. That is in spite of a trip to scotland to be my lifelong dream. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh we’d be doing something to your ass allright, but it would far more painful than kissing it. Wobbot, if you want to come, just ask like everybody else. Having said that, I guarantee that no-one will be required to room with you. I’m saving you all for myself, honey-bun. Roger.
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Oh we’d be doing something to your ass allright, but it would far more painful than kissing it.
Wobbot, if you want to come, just ask like everybody else. Having said that, I guarantee that no-one will be required to room with you. I’m saving you all for myself, honey-bun. Roger.
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No Roidger, the real question is what kind of a fucking idiot would fly to scotland to meet a "boil on the ass of humanity"? Nobodys coming to see you arsehole. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Well aren’t we the proverbial ping pong ball in the clothes dryer? I try, my dear Surf, I try. So lets assume you’re serious and you could organize a RR meet, greet, race and relax extra long weekend. Learn to read. I said a week, you idiot. You have to put up with me for SEVEN WHOLE DAYS. Yikes! What fun we’ll all have! attend your event, and undoubtedly have a sizzling good time. No to be modest, but it would undoubtedly be the highlight of your life to date. You further say "who in their right mind would fly to Scotland looking to meet a fictional character?" I would have to answer, *exactly* the sort of person I would want to meet. There is a leap of faith required here. For most of you, it will be a leap too far. For those prepared to make it, then a surprise awaits. Whether it is good or bad will only be determined if / when you make that leap. It’s your choice, ladies and gentlemen, but choose quickly, I have to move fast to gain reservations. If I arrived at the resort, checked in to my confirmed, credit card insured reservations, and then completely failed to locate one "Roger Hunter" I wouldn’t be all that put out. Well I would. I’d hate to miss my own party. Most RR’s I suspect wouldn’t pony up the dough for the flight without first having any and all doubts firmly assuaged. I quite agree. That’s why most won’t be there. The more I think about this, the more I love the idea. Would I travel half way around the world on a whim and a hope? Too damn right I would. What’s the worst that can happen? That the whole deal is an elaborate practical joke? Hell, if you couldn’t make the best of a week in Scotland in the summer with your running shoes on your feet and some $$$’s in your pocket, then honey, don’t leave your house EVER. Having said that, I joke about many things but never about money. If I say accommodation will be arranged and paid for, then that is precisely what will happen. You also say "you’ll need to be a wee bit more consistent in mood, far more transparent in who you really are, and slightly less silly." Let me ask you, Surf, why do you want me to be consistent, transparent or less silly? Isn’t it these very qualities that draw you to my side? Taking them one by one; "Consistent in mood." Consistent, I can’t do. I am mercurial, horribly emotional, and driven by whatever takes my interest at any given moment. I know of no other way to live. You’ve guessed this by now, right? "More transparent." Well, let’s imagine I could do that, but that’s related to consistency, isn’t it? And we’ve already established that consistency is a no-no. Floundering now, aren’t we? "Slightly less silly." Less silly? That presupposes that I *am* silly. I *am* not! Having said "having said that", why not fling open you Komono, exposing yourself to RR once and for all? You know the answer to that. All the fun is in the illusion. Detail the trick and it becomes simply another dull, boring, sleight-of-hand routine. Retain the magic, Surf, you know it makes sense. With regards to your "one hundred words or less, why you’re worthy to attend .", I’ll put it simply: Any of us would be grinning ear to ear should we actually meet, after which the race is on. Regard the soles of my colorful new Asic’s racing flats. Eat my dust. OK, you’re in, you don’t have to grovel. Now, if only I can get a couple of my favourites Europeans and some grumpy Yankees, we’ll have a quorum worth planning around. Roger <party planner extraordinaire, getting quite dizzy with the excitement
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-yeah, yeah, you can kiss my ass when you get here. Oh we’d be doing something to your ass allright, but it would far more painful than kissing it.
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Well aren’t we the proverbial ping pong ball in the clothes dryer?
I try, my dear Surf, I try. So lets assume you’re serious and you could organize a RR meet, greet,
race and relax extra long weekend. Learn to read. I said a week, you idiot. You have to put up with me for SEVEN WHOLE DAYS. Yikes! What fun we’ll all have! attend your event, and undoubtedly have a sizzling good time.
No to be modest, but it would undoubtedly be the highlight of your life to date. You further say "who in their right mind would fly to Scotland looking to meet a fictional character?" I would have to answer, *exactly* the sort of person I would want to meet. There is a leap of faith required here. For most of you, it will be a leap too far. For those prepared to make it, then a surprise awaits. Whether it is good or bad will only be determined if / when you make that leap. It’s your choice, ladies and gentlemen, but choose quickly, I have to move fast to gain reservations. If I arrived at the resort, checked in to my confirmed, credit card
insured reservations, and then completely failed to locate one "Roger Hunter" I wouldn’t be all that put out. Well I would. I’d hate to miss my own party. Most RR’s I suspect wouldn’t pony up the dough for the flight without
first having any and all doubts firmly assuaged. I quite agree. That’s why most won’t be there. The more I think about this, the more I love the idea. Would I travel half way around the world on a whim and a hope? Too damn right I would. What’s the worst that can happen? That the whole deal is an elaborate practical joke? Hell, if you couldn’t make the best of a week in Scotland in the summer with your running shoes on your feet and some $$$’s in your pocket, then honey, don’t leave your house EVER. Having said that, I joke about many things but never about money. If I say accommodation will be arranged and paid for, then that is precisely what will happen. You also say "you’ll need to be a wee bit more consistent in mood, far more transparent in who you really are, and slightly less silly." Let me ask you, Surf, why do you want me to be consistent, transparent or less silly? Isn’t it these very qualities that draw you to my side? Taking them one by one; "Consistent in mood." Consistent, I can’t do. I am mercurial, horribly emotional, and driven by whatever takes my interest at any given moment. I know of no other way to live. You’ve guessed this by now, right? "More transparent." Well, let’s imagine I could do that, but that’s related to consistency, isn’t it? And we’ve already established that consistency is a no-no. Floundering now, aren’t we? "Slightly less silly." Less silly? That presupposes that I *am* silly. I *am* not! Having said "having said that", why not fling open you Komono, exposing
yourself to RR once and for all? You know the answer to that. All the fun is in the illusion. Detail the trick and it becomes simply another dull, boring, sleight-of-hand routine. Retain the magic, Surf, you know it makes sense. With regards to your "one hundred words or less, why you’re worthy to
attend .", I’ll put it simply: Any of us would be grinning ear to ear should we actually meet, after which the race is on. Regard the soles of my colorful new Asic’s racing flats. Eat my dust. OK, you’re in, you don’t have to grovel. Now, if only I can get a couple of my favourites Europeans and some grumpy Yankees, we’ll have a quorum worth planning around. Roger <party planner extraordinaire, getting quite dizzy with the excitement
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Shit. I forgot I was organising the rec.running hoolie at Loch Insh in ‘05. What say we move it forward to ‘04? You useless lumps of lard will never manage to arrange anything in Canada, so give it up and book some Apex flights out to Scotland in early June ‘04. I’ll arrange a weeks cabin based accommodation at Loch Insh for 12 Yankees/foreign idiots of my choice, plus four brits, moi included. You pay your flights, bring spending money, waterproofs and running gear, and arrange your own car hire. I foot the bill for the rest -yeah, yeah, you can kiss my ass when you get here. I’ll arrange a daily choice of runs – with maps, or provide suggestions on visits to ‘places of interest’ as they say in the tourist brochures. Loch Insh has the usual kayaks, dingy sailing, mountain bike hire, etc, etc and is a fair centre for seeing the ‘real’ Highlands. Be warned, I will include some mountain runs which will test your resolve and your quads, so start training NOW. Preference will be given to anyone, preferably female, willing to satisfy my voracious sexual appetite. OK, that *was* a joke. My wife says she has more fun with a small, limp, carrot. Better runners than me will not be accepted, so take a hike Andy. Don’t bother making suggestions for dates. *I* will make the choice and if you can’t make it, tough titty. Tim, if this adventure comes off, consider yourself co-opted. I don’t want to face these guys alone without a handy medical professional to patch me up if things turn nasty. Applications, stating in 100 words or less why I should deign to spend my hard earned cash on providing you with the running experience of a lifetime, alive purely for the purposes of arranging this adventure. Roger. Over and out. Well aren