juggling hat, for good cause

[martin ewen]

WWW.QUOITS.INFO
QUOITS of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

QUOITS (generally pronounced "KWAITS" by most purveyors of the sport) is a very ancient throwing game that was the predecessor to the more commonly-known game of Horseshoe Pitching.  It can be played as a simple backyard lawn game or in full competition tournament style involving clubs or leagues. Because Horseshoes evolved from the game of Quoits, both are played in a similar manner, but the "feel of the game" in Quoits is completely different from that of Horseshoes when it is conducted on a properly maintained Quoit court.  There are numerous versions of this very old game found throughout the world, and even here in the US many variations exist, depending on the locale.  Quoits themselves can vary greatly in composition, being made from iron, steel, brass, bronze, rubber, rope, wood, or even plastic

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[Lynneski]

Em, that was just Taxi's way of having Rob on about a recent trip to Canada that went horribly wrong at the border. It's worth getting the full version of the Catch-22 insanity if you can persuade it out of either of them.

Rob, perhaps next time you ought to consider putting "tree surgeon" in the type of employment box, instead of "clown"?

Luv

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Its true, and I'll add that Mart's point is well taken. I think Rob or Jewels should tell that tale.

Fiasco City.

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[Prof Willie B]

Well, now you have whetted our appetite?
I'm curious.
Come on then, give us the yarn.

And thank you Martin, for a definitive description of "a quoit". I am so glad that you did not go into colloquial usage. That might be more appropriate to the Lepidopterous One's current performance promoted in "Hype Yourself Blatantly Here", or LDR's recent redecorating.

[le pire]

Rob having trouble at the border... why am I not surprised? [img]rolleyes.gif[/img]

See ya soon pal,


etienne

[Butterfly Man]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Prof Willie B:

That might be more appropriate to the Lepidopterous One's current performance ... blah blah blah

Jesus H. Key-rist!
Can I get a little sympathy here Professor?

As if this ain't humiliating enough! ... this should make for a great monologue s-o-m-e-d-a-y but for right now ... fuck!

P.S. Can't believe it but I just bought a 30 pack of "Depends" and have run through 6 already ... and I stress the word "RUN"!

...all this on Vicodin and Morphine ... howz that for a "Whoopee" cushion?

gotta go now ... literally!

now where was it that I put my dignity?

[em]

In the same wash bag as that toothbrush?

[em]

Oh and does anyone have the female version of the word "member"? cos apparently even the women on this site have them...perhaps i could be called

Em
Labia

[jugglermatt1]

or host .

[Lynneski]

Em, the term you're searching for is, of course, "mamber". But maybe we should keep the gender out of it - gentile, even keel, equal deal. Why not just use one of those multi-purpose handles, like "Thingumy", "Whatchacallit", or "Thingamabob"??

L

[Cybele]

Now we know how Ricardo got pubic hair in his hat.

Cybele

[Rob Torres]

Em,

Did you get the hats yet?

Lynn,
Thanks for the suggestion. I tried the tree surgeon label, but I was too heavily questioned on the different families of conifers and deciduous. You Canadians know your trees.

Etienne,
don't know why your not surprised.

Martin,
I'll send you a first hand account.

[em]

HI there Rob, i am not at home at the moment 'cos doing dance workshops (ow! my knees) but apparentely there is a parcel from New York waiting for me yum yum so when i get back on Saturday i'll let you know...and what can i send you???
xxxx

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Rob and Jewels get in Rob's car in my driveway at 6:00 am. They've been fed, and have cups of hot tea to roll. Its cold. There is exhaust everywhere. Its not a very good car. (Damn, Rob, what do you do with all that mime cash? Give away hats, I guess.) They back out slowly, in a cloud, and are off to Canada.
It was hard, waking up early. Last night was the conclusion of a three day party here, at the semi-converted church I call home. There were many highlights:
Brady doing a critique piece for us with a huge yellow scarf and two big red balls, and Michael Moschen really digging it. Butterfly Man literally climbing the 17 foot walls for a bottle of "top shelf" merlot. (Still haven't put those books back.) A hayride with a very talkative driver, and last night's dinner, at an abandoned stone tower, deep in the woods, Martin building the fire.
So, they fly off and shortly after its Hilby gone to his hood and intense practice, Brady back to building his museum, and me, Robert and Stitch off to Motionfest. I'm not twenty miles away before I've got Jewels and Rob mentally filed at "safe in Canada" cabinet. Not the case.
They are shimmered through the US border. This was according to plan. Jewels was glad to find a US car with an American driver, because when they ask citizenship at our border, and you say "US", you are normally shimmered through. Jewels has a Swedish passport, and has overstayed her visa due to the irresistable temptation of a lucrative cortract in California. And she did it! She got through! It was done, for god's sake.
Canadian border. Guards become suspicious of Rob, even though he couldn't be hiding anything in his hair. Flouting timeliness, they send him back across to try it again. This would have been Julia's prime opportunity to say "drop me here, sailor, I'm gonna wait in the gift shop", but no such luck. Tempting fate, they return together, and Julia is revealed as overstayed. She's taken to a small office, in the no-man's land between countries. Rob passes through, and waits and waits and waits for her in Canada, and at last, with a letter demanding she leave the country, which is what she had been attempting to do, she calls a cab.
Now let me say this about that. I refuse to comment on the man's race or beliefs, but I'll mention that he wore a turban. The taxi driver was held up at the American crossing for six weeks.
And that, Em, is why I say take the hat, yes, but refuse all ride offers. Now for your patience in reading this, send me your mailer, and I'll send over a hat myself.

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[em]

Dearest Rob!
you are a gem...
I arrived home to find one complete hat which now awaits the grabbing hands and gleaming eyes of the guy i am mentoring...

THANKYOU VERY MUCH (i'd like to keep it.... but i won't)

i owe you one...
Love
Em