Who DARES to challenge ME!?!

[Doctor Eric]

P.Net has certainly not lost it's punch, it's only been temporarily misplaced.

I have been drinking itty bitty bottles of Fernet Branca ever since the bars closed. I am drunk, virile, and a little bit horny. I have constructed my house of cards; drawn my line in the sand.

Be aware; after recovering from 8 months off of the street, 4 broken ribs, a compressed lung, and an entirely shattered fourth metacarpal in my right hand, I am back, twice as vicious, and three-quarters as clever. I am fighting the Port Commission of San Francisco, and they have BOATS for chrissake, how well do you think YOU'LL fare? Boatless, as you are? My Kung Fu is much, much more powerful than ever.

Cross the line, and enter the circle.

Only one shall leave.

Please be advised, in the event of your death, I reserve the right to sodomize your corpse, as well as carve your genitals into marketable finger puppets.






...
I really didn't need that last part, did I?

[jeep caillouet]

the balls in your court!

I ain't scared of nothing! Meet me on the corner,just don't juggle I've seen enough of THIER tricks. And for MY next trick I need a condom and a volunteer!

[scot]

finding this thread is like finding a shoe on the highway. I just wonder what happened for things to end up like this.

[Schuyler]

Originally posted by scot
finding this thread is like finding a shoe on the highway. I just wonder what happened for things to end up like this.

The highway provides, my friend. A pair of sweet sandals, bungee cords, a roll of duck tape, a huge knife, a place to sleep... I miss the highway...

And yes, I realize that I totally missed the point.

[Peter Voice]

OK, I'll bite.

Is it true you spent your recovery period visiting children's wards, reading nursery rhymes to the kids and playing trombone with your foot at old peoples homes?? For FREE?????

I hear your embroidery is coming along nicely too.

BTW, your African Violets are dying because you have to water them from the bottom, not the top.

Nice to hear you nealy(sic) well.

[Doctor Eric]

I have one more tiny bottle of Fernet, I found it under the desk. As as I crack the seal, and light one of my last five or six cigarettes of the evening, I crack my sore knuckles, and stretch my palms.

I enjoy that odd feeling, the weightless tingling that stretches all the all through my intestinal tract, from esophagus to sphincter. The early morning pre-battle rush. Not that this will be the greatest of battles; not much more than a freckled orphan transforming late summer sunbeams into eensy little lasers with a magnifying glass to singe ants. But it is gratifying to watch the ants line up, flexing their mandibles in dumb silence like cows chewing cud.

Soon, there will be bloodshed. But fear not, my little ants. Your slaughter, your complete and utter annihilation, will be so quick, smooth, and honestly, unfair, you will be remembered as epic victims, flayed alive by a vicious and cruel tyrant. Your holocaust will be memorialized in song for centuries to come. I know not the verses, insects, but the chorus shall ring out!....


...."Last breaths leaking out of their throats/
Poor, poor bastards... they didn't even have BOATS!"

[Peter Voice]

After you've finished Mrs Wilson's sampler and wondered what Kumi would do.

I slap you with my virtual glove, you pretender to eloquent execution. Choose your time, venue and method, I fear not the needles of your hobbies.

"Paper, Scissors and Rocks" will not be acceptable.

[Rachel Peters]

Can I choose the venue for you?
I would choose out by the bike racks, after gym class.

I call all other p.netters to gather 'round and start chanting, "fight! fight! fight! fight!"

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

May the best little girl win.

[em]

aw

Aw i missed the duel...
Who won?
Did a sobbing woman with ringlets in her hair turn up?

x

[Mama Lou]

Even better would be to have a BMX trick riding throw down!
They have to get all dressed in the gear and yell insults as they race down dirt hill to the inevitable ramp launch...
Whichever's wit is sharpest - and survives the dirt jump - wins!

[Schuyler]

Originally posted by Mama Lou
Even better would be to have a BMX trick riding throw down!
They have to get all dressed in the gear and yell insults as they race down dirt hill to the inevitable ramp launch...
Whichever's wit is sharpest - and survives the dirt jump - wins!

I smell yummy profit. People flocking from all over to watch people who know nothing about BMX try to think up witty retorts while facing certain doom, I can see it all now.