From: "Öjevind Lång" Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Grooming One's Balrog Lines: 11 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.5 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 212.151.9.232 X-Complaints-To: news-abuse@swip.net X-Trace: nntpserver.swip.net 990536904 212.151.9.232 (Tue, 22 May 2001 15:08:24 MET DST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 15:08:24 MET DST Organization: A Customer of Tele2 X-Sender: s-774765@d212-151-9-232.swipnet.se Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 15:11:36 +0200 Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!news.tele.dk!192.71.180.34!newsfeed1.swip.net!swipnet!nntpserver.swip.net!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:36974 Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new shilling, my pet." But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker without any compunction at all. Öjevind From: "Öjevind Lång" Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Grooming One's Balrog Lines: 11 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.5 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 212.151.9.232 X-Complaints-To: news-abuse@swip.net X-Trace: nntpserver.swip.net 990536904 212.151.9.232 (Tue, 22 May 2001 15:08:24 MET DST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 15:08:24 MET DST Organization: A Customer of Tele2 X-Sender: s-774765@d212-151-9-232.swipnet.se Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 15:11:36 +0200 Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!news.tele.dk!192.71.180.34!newsfeed1.swip.net!swipnet!nntpserver.swip.net!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:36974 Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new shilling, my pet." But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker without any compunction at all. Öjevind ###### Message-ID: <3B0AC0F7.C1B148F5@indigo.ie> From: Michael O'Neill Organization: O'Neill Quigley & Associates X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.08 [en] (Win95; I) MIME-Version: 1.0 Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog References: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 17 Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 20:41:43 +0100 NNTP-Posting-Host: 194.125.145.141 X-Complaints-To: news@indigo.ie X-Trace: news.indigo.ie 990560655 194.125.145.141 (Tue, 22 May 2001 20:44:15 BST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 20:44:15 BST Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!isdnet!diablo.theplanet.net!news.indigo.ie!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37021 Öjevind Lång wrote: > > Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How > cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the > sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the > agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new > shilling, my pet." > But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker > without any compunction at all. > > Öjevind No. He barbecued his Balrog, singing, "see you on the other side, my pet..." M. ###### From: Kueikutzu@hotmail.com Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 17:28:54 -0400 Message-ID: <96mlgtktg9g2gtr9f4m5d3k51j3q95qbta@4ax.com> References: X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.8/32.548 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Host: news3 Lines: 38 X-Authenticated-User: 880516941 X-Comments: This message was posted through Newsfeeds.com X-Comments2: IMPORTANT: Newsfeeds.com does not condone, nor support, spam or any illegal or copyrighted postings. X-Comments3: IMPORTANT: Under NO circumstances will postings containing illegal or copyrighted material through this service be tolerated!! X-Report: Please report illegal or inappropriate use to You may also use our online abuse reporting from: http://www.newsfeeds.com/abuseform.htm X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers, INCLUDING the body (DO NOT SEND ATTACHMENTS) Organization: Newsfeeds.com http://www.newsfeeds.com 73,000+ UNCENSORED Newsgroups. Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!news.maxwell.syr.edu!newsfeed.stanford.edu!feed.textport.net!local-out2.newsfeeds.com!news4.newsfeeds.com!newsfeeds.com!n3!anonymous!127.0.0.1!n3 Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:36995 On Tue, 22 May 2001 15:11:36 +0200, "Öjevind Lång" wrote: >Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How >cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the >sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the >agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new >shilling, my pet." > But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker >without any compunction at all. > >Öjevind > Tsk, Tsk, Öjevind, i thought you knew better than this. This whole grooming thing is a plot against the natural beauty of the Balrog. It's mane is supposed to look like that, if you clean the dwarven entrails out of it you are forcing it into your speciest mindset. Leave the Balrogs alone in their pristine beauty! Do not clip their wings, do not tut tut when they emerge as a thing of slime! If you really love your Balrog, you will love it just as it is, pointy ears and all (::shudder:: I saw one with *BOBBED* ears once! ::gasp::! Sindamur Pandaturion Balrog Are Regular Folks chapter chair (and sometimes a footstool) -- "Baron (delighted) Capital, capital! What a sense of humor you have! Shadow I am so glad that somebody has found that out." Casella and Ferris: "Death Takes a Holiday" ###### From: meneldil@my-deja.com (Meneldil) Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re:Grooming One's Balrog Date: 23 May 2001 00:16:56 +0100 Organization: UEA Lines: 24 Message-ID: <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cpca7.uea.ac.uk X-Trace: cpca14.uea.ac.uk 990573422 18299 139.222.130.7 (22 May 2001 23:17:02 GMT) X-Complaints-To: news@uea.ac.uk NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 May 2001 23:17:02 GMT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!newsfeed01.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!fu-berlin.de!server1.netnews.ja.net!news.uea.ac.uk!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:36864 Mia Kalogjera did boldly declaim: > Öjevind Lång wrote: > > > > Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How > > cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the > > sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the > > agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new > > shilling, my pet." > > But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker > > without any compunction at all. > > He should have burned, the bastard. > Actually, the Balrog escaped from the knackers because the silly people hadn't bothered to close the roof, persisting in the ridiculous belief that Balrogs can't fly. So the Balrog flew away through the open roof. Unconfirmed rumour has it that the Balrog flew to Aman and was granted the pardon of the Valar. When Gandalf plunged to his death, locked in mortal combat with Professor Balrogiarty in Moria, it took Gandalf's place, and eventually met with Denethor again. But that is another story. Meneldil ###### From: Mia Kalogjera Newsgroups: alt.fan.tolkien,rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 22:41:25 -0700 Organization: HThinet Lines: 16 Message-ID: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> References: NNTP-Posting-Host: ar1-m61.net.hinet.hr Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Trace: ss204.hinet.hr 990564020 4836 195.29.64.61 (22 May 2001 20:40:20 GMT) X-Complaints-To: abuse@hinet.hr NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 20:40:20 +0000 (UTC) X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01 (Win16; I) Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeeds.belnet.be!news.belnet.be!news-hub.siol.net!news1.hinet.hr.MISMATCH!news2.hinet.hr!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:36963 Öjevind Lång wrote: > > Denethor always used to groom his personal Balrog while crooning to it: "How > cute you are, my dearest little Balrog... now your mane shines like the > sun... Tra, la la... De dum, de dum... You'll take first prize at the > agricultural show in Imloth Melui... Kiss, kiss... There! Shining like a new > shilling, my pet." > But when the Balrog grew old and lame, Denethor sent it to the knacker > without any compunction at all. He should have burned, the bastard. Mia Kalogjera, Balrog Rights Protection Activist -- Imagination is power. ###### From: Bingo Bracegirdle Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Wed, 23 May 2001 19:39:07 +0100 Organization: only during wedmath Lines: 112 Message-ID: References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: modem-331.cockatiel.dialup.pol.co.uk (62.137.165.75) Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Trace: fu-berlin.de 990643237 2951525 62.137.165.75 (16 [62434]) X-Orig-Path: spamfree.fsnet.co.uk!bingo X-Newsreader: Turnpike Integrated Version 4.02 U Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!newsfeed01.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!fu-berlin.de!uni-berlin.de!modem-331.cockatiel.dialup.pol.co.UK!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37044 You are both wrong. What actually happened was this: "But my own dearest darling... you used to love being tickled there when you were a mere Balrog in arms replied Denethor sulkily. "Desist at once - you broken-down old pervert or I shall barbecue your firstborn son and serve him up to you for breakfast! I have received a very much better offer than yours." "Oh, really," sneered Denethor, "Pray what better offer could tempt you away from so doting a Master who feeds you on man-flesh and even lets you have your fun with the Rohirrim maidens I keep specially for your delectation?" The Balrog drew himself up to his not inconsiderable height, bumped his elegantly coffered mane on the ornate chandelier, muttered "bugger" and promptly gave the Steward a playful lick with his whip. "Ouch, that hurt!" "Not as much as my news will" "which is?" "That I have received a message by Carrier-Crow (TM) from the Pjakson making me an offer no respectable and ambitious Balrog could possibly refuse!" "Pjakson? Pjakson?" muttered Denethor testily. "He who holds the fate of Middle-Earth in his hungry maws and is possessed of a secret bane of even mightier power than Sauron's paltry ring!" "Forsooth! You don't say so." "I do say so". "Pjakson! spluttered Denethor, choking on a mouthful of Cabernet-Tirith 49. "The mightiest Lord in Middle Earth - or outside of it!" thundered the Balrog triumphantly. "Whence comes he?" "From Kiwiador" "Kiwiador? Why vexest thou me with these labyrinthine riddles?" "Because it's a rare treat to see you put out you stuck-up old fart!" "Speak plainly, spawn of Morgoth", said Denethor, drawing himself up to his less considerable height and fingering his codpiece menacingly. "Your rule is ended!", replied the Balrog with a theatrical crack of his whip and a toss of his glossy mane. "Pjakson rules all through the power of the thing he possesses. Mighty it was of old before the seas were sundered and mightier still it has become through "speculative accumulation" and "offshore trading". This bane is so passing fair that all who see it desire it. Yet none who possess it remain uncorrupted by its malevolent will. None but Pjakson that is..." The Balrog paused to refill his glass and grab a bite from a passing servant. That is - he bit the servant's head off in one lip-smacking gulp and ignored the fried mushrooms he was carrying. "Ash pjakson durbatuluk, ash pjakson gimbatul, ash pjakson thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi crimping tool!" (The Balrog's command of the Black Tongue was a little rusty owing to its long vacation in the far West). The change in Denethor's face was astounding. Suddenly it became red, then purple, the yellow, then green. Spittle dribbled from his quivering lips and the Carrier-crows (TM) stopped their ears. "Never before has any voice dared to utter such words before the Steward of Gondor!" he raged. "Unless you wish to hear them twelve times a day on the hour every day you would do well to show a little more respect to one who has been favoured by the omnipotent Lord pjakson" retorted the Balrog with a particularly vicious snarl that incinerated the very fetching neo- numenorian (TM) drapes behind him. Denethor retreated to his throne and flung himself down on the orcskin cushions with an angry snarl. He refilled his glass and drained it in one gulp. Then he refilled it again and drained it in two gulps. Presently he began to speak in the quiet, insinuating voice the Balrog knew so well, but this time his speech was somewhat slurred: "Who ish thish Pjakson that I, I, (hic) the Schteuard of the City, and Lord of all (hic) Gondor should tremble at hish name? Hish country of (hic) Kiwiador ishh utterly unknown to me, ash ish thish "bane" of which you schpeak. Speak, Schpeak, (hic) my pet, my dearest! Am not I your fluffy-cuddly uncle-kinshh? "The pjakson has commanded me to say only this to you you miserable all pofter-" And with that you must be content dear readers for at that very moment a dark shadow swooped low over the towers and minarets of Minas Tirith. Every heart stopped and every voice was stilled... Utter darkness engulfed the city and all the realm of Gondor was under its malevolent spell... The pjakson had paid then an unexpected visit! -- Bingo Bracegirdle, Sherrif (retrd) 12 South Smials, Longbottom ###### From: meneldil@my-deja.com (Meneldil) Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re:Grooming One's Balrog Date: 24 May 2001 01:38:20 +0100 Organization: UEA Lines: 8 Message-ID: <9ehl5s$pjf$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> References: <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: cpca7.uea.ac.uk X-Trace: cpca14.uea.ac.uk 990664702 24649 139.222.130.7 (24 May 2001 00:38:22 GMT) X-Complaints-To: news@uea.ac.uk NNTP-Posting-Date: 24 May 2001 00:38:22 GMT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!newsfeed-zh.ip-plus.net!news.ip-plus.net!Amsterdam.Infonet!News.Amsterdam.UnisourceCS!newshunter!cosy.sbg.ac.at!fu-berlin.de!server1.netnews.ja.net!news.uea.ac.uk!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37061 Bingo Bracegirdle did boldly declaim: Brilliantly funny! Thank you for that! Cheers, Meneldil ###### From: "Hacky" Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Wed, 23 May 2001 21:17:44 -0600 Organization: http://www.geocities.com/jhackwith/ Lines: 10 Message-ID: <9eiaoq$14ku$1@news.fsr.net> References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: x216173.lew.dialup.fsr.net X-Trace: news.fsr.net 990686810 37534 12.18.216.173 (24 May 2001 06:46:50 GMT) X-Complaints-To: abuse@fsr.net NNTP-Posting-Date: 24 May 2001 06:46:50 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!newsfeed-zh.ip-plus.net!news.ip-plus.net!news.tesion.net!news.belwue.de!news.uni-stuttgart.de!uni-erlangen.de!news-nue1.dfn.de!news-lei1.dfn.de!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!news-spur1.maxwell.syr.edu!news.maxwell.syr.edu!newsfeed.cwix.com!news!nntp.wetware.com!attbt1!ip.att.net!news.fsr.net!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37060 LOL! ROTFLMAO! "Bingo Bracegirdle" wrote in message news:M1Xu6bALPAD7Ewuz@spamfree.fsnet.co.uk... > You are both wrong. What actually happened was this: ###### From: Bingo Bracegirdle Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 07:50:26 +0100 Organization: only during wedmath Lines: 19 Message-ID: <4vZDcEAy8KD7EwpN@spamfree.fsnet.co.uk> References: <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> <9ehl5s$pjf$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: modem-392.ekto.dialup.pol.co.uk (62.137.161.136) Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Trace: fu-berlin.de 990687174 3209508 62.137.161.136 (16 [62434]) X-Orig-Path: spamfree.fsnet.co.uk!bingo X-Newsreader: Turnpike Integrated Version 4.02 U Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!newsfeed-zh.ip-plus.net!news.ip-plus.net!news.tesion.net!news.belwue.de!fu-berlin.de!uni-berlin.de!modem-392.ekto.dialup.pol.co.UK!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37100 In article <9ehl5s$pjf$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk>, Meneldil writes >Bingo Bracegirdle did boldly declaim: > > >Brilliantly funny! Thank you for that! > >Cheers, One tries :-) Though, for goodness sake keep it under your hat. I have no wish to become known as the resident clown - I understand that vacancy has already been filled! Best wishes, -- Bingo Bracegirdle, Sherrif (retrd) 12 South Smials, Longbottom ###### From: Curious Gene Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> Organization: The Hindu Cows User-Agent: tin/1.4.4-20000803 ("Vet for the Insane") (UNIX) (FreeBSD/2.2.7-RELEASE (i386)) Lines: 15 Message-ID: X-Trace: /w/U2+PKbWuSUTC0hVcgriB9gu+hSKCw6rFkmbUuILvm9ixGob8v4l9t9+zFx6RTP3mD7Gv+V3rF!4kIN3K6AsHAxJAFr262M2TCZ1HkaXpJ5lDUDu6ketgcukfE2X2kmJ6/Px8L+wvpaO0xMncLcdDEg!KzpmJcDjclBu2w== X-Complaints-To: abuse@gte.net X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 18:58:59 GMT Distribution: world Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 18:59:00 GMT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!newsfeed01.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!newsfeed.online.be!logbridge.uoregon.edu!paloalto-snh1.gtei.net!news.gtei.net!paloalto-snr1.gtei.net.POSTED!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37160 Bingo Bracegirdle spake thus into the audient void: > "Ash pjakson durbatuluk, ash pjakson gimbatul, ash pjakson thrakatuluk > agh burzum-ishi crimping tool!" (The Balrog's command of the Black > Tongue was a little rusty owing to its long vacation in the far West). *splorf* Oh great. Now I've got tea all over the monitor and the keyboard again. -- Gene Sullivan | System Operator | gene@xlrn.ucsb.edu Go away. Go fight evil on aisle 12. ###### From: Bingo Bracegirdle Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 20:42:07 +0100 Organization: only during wedmath Lines: 24 Distribution: world Message-ID: References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: modem-71.ekto.dialup.pol.co.uk (62.137.160.71) Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Trace: fu-berlin.de 990733325 3452421 62.137.160.71 (16 [62434]) X-Orig-Path: spamfree.fsnet.co.uk!bingo X-Newsreader: Turnpike Integrated Version 4.02 U Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!newsfeed.r-kom.de!fu-berlin.de!uni-berlin.de!modem-71.ekto.dialup.pol.co.UK!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37156 In article , Curious Gene writes >Bingo Bracegirdle spake thus into the audient void: > >> "Ash pjakson durbatuluk, ash pjakson gimbatul, ash pjakson thrakatuluk >> agh burzum-ishi crimping tool!" (The Balrog's command of the Black >> Tongue was a little rusty owing to its long vacation in the far West). > >*splorf* > > >Oh great. Now I've got tea all over the monitor and the keyboard again. > Wait til you hear what happened *after* the Pjakson dropped in unexpectedly on Denethor... Alternatively you could invest in one of those plastic cups favoured by the wise mothers of youngsters everywhere which are equipped with a tamper-proof lid and straw. The memsahib always serves the G and T's in them. But then we have some *very* rowdy guests here at South Smials :-) -- Bingo Bracegirdle, Sherrif (retrd) 12 South Smials, Longbottom ###### From: Curious Gene Subject: Re: Grooming One's Balrog Newsgroups: rec.arts.books.tolkien References: <3B0B4D85.3305@removethis.herzeleid.net> <9ees18$p6i$1@cpca7.uea.ac.uk> Organization: The Hindu Cows Distribution: world User-Agent: tin/1.4.4-20000803 ("Vet for the Insane") (UNIX) (FreeBSD/2.2.7-RELEASE (i386)) Lines: 30 Message-ID: X-Trace: /ba9QfXfYbyNvgq/3Adih1wSSomIDSs++jy0fSN1cUdoCHQiU7o8i2aFZT+up4esf5sU9Ti0h4Bh!nlzFppBHrRVxqoMdwEMgZXrSoRwzgU0arZchZMUgoTNPByq/77+oCEpNbMyGBQqbcttR0digBSL1!47h2amuHByMSJw== X-Complaints-To: abuse@gte.net X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 20:51:44 GMT Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 20:51:44 GMT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!nntp-relay.ihug.net!ihug.co.nz!logbridge.uoregon.edu!newsfeed.stanford.edu!paloalto-snf1.gtei.net!paloalto-snh1.gtei.net!news.gtei.net!paloalto-snr1.gtei.net.POSTED!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch rec.arts.books.tolkien:37305 Bingo Bracegirdle spake thus into the audient void: > In article , Curious Gene > writes >>Bingo Bracegirdle spake thus into the audient void: >> >>> "Ash pjakson durbatuluk, ash pjakson gimbatul, ash pjakson thrakatuluk >>> agh burzum-ishi crimping tool!" (The Balrog's command of the Black >>> Tongue was a little rusty owing to its long vacation in the far West). >> >>*splorf* >> >> >>Oh great. Now I've got tea all over the monitor and the keyboard again. >> > Wait til you hear what happened *after* the Pjakson dropped in > unexpectedly on Denethor... > Bring it on. I'm not drinking anything this time. Do your worst! > Alternatively you could invest in one of those plastic cups favoured by > the wise mothers of youngsters everywhere which are equipped with a > tamper-proof lid and straw. Not so useful... it comes out of my nose when I laugh that hard. I suppose it might have saved the keyboard, though. I might have to buy one of those. -- Gene Sullivan | System Operator | gene@xlrn.ucsb.edu Go away. Go fight evil on aisle 12.