Mexico : ports for sale!

[Most Lee Harmless]

Beats the hell out of being an ayes, ayes rather be dead:)

Careful what you wish for, especially at this time of year

[Grogggy]

"Mr. Grinch"

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!

[Most Lee Harmless]

Which would still make for more delightful company than you, cappy.

[Grogggy]

I'll be joining you in your Mexican palace soon enough, you can judge then...bwahahaha!

[Most Lee Harmless]

Splendid, I shall polish the roaches and make sure your bed is well-stocked with fleas.. so you feel at home...

or would you prefer a trailer in the yard?

[Roberts]

"Mr. Grinch"

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!

Guessing you have seen your dad lately?

Meanwhile Aye Cappy stop casting : If you want to play, I will play you down.

[Grogggy]

Now here you go again, you say
You want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost, and what you had, and what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know, you'll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself, it's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and,
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness,
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering, what you had,
And what you lost and what you had and what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know, you will know, you'll know

Players only love you when there playing, Roberts:)

[Most Lee Harmless]

How sweet.. but any chance of keeping the thread on topic?

That's before we go into the ethics of publishing copyright material without due credits and acknowledgements...

[Grogggy]

Oh yes the topic. I believe you were trying to paint your slow, inevitable death at the hands of juicy as some great opportunity for you and you bedraggled band to slink of somewhere and die.

Please continue!

[Most Lee Harmless]

Why cappy, you aint claiming none of the credit! Are you not well?

Also : you and your various guilds have been announcing my imminent death/destruction/crushing on a regular basis for the last few years.. oddly, I'm still here, for it aint over until the fat lady sings and she aint singing yet.

also also : anyone else see the comedy in a bunch of folk who are using every dirty trick in the book to hijack and steal a treasury complaining that their intended victims are not acting in a high enough moral manner? Our ports are an asset, if we choose to sell them, or give them away, they are ours to do so. If we make gold out of the transaction, why should anyone be upset? When did thieves become so concerned with assumed property rights over things they havent stolen yet?