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are the red earth villages more fascist than 1933 Berlin?

Yes. No doubt.
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Shut up pumpernickle! It's obviously more like 1927 Rome!
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Hmmm. I'd take a middle road. More like Birmingham when Bernard Manning is doing a show.
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Postby Michael » Tue Mar 07, 2006 1:06 pm

pumpernickle wrote:without going on and on, I have much experience of the red earth villages. Have met many people from places like paralimni etc, and have found them to be amongst the most narrow minded, bigoted, sexist, mysogenistic, weird, perverted bunch of fascists I have ever encountered.

Just thought I'd release my feelings in a thread.

carry on!


I am sorry but you do feed us these lines........

Poor thing! Yes I completely AGREE with you Pumpernickel, those bumptious locals are quite provincial. No city sophisticates them. More Morphou than Milan.
Well what do expect if you parade up and down the village street in that black low cut sequined dress and those 6" high heels? I recommend the brunette look next time, blonde can only end in tears! And for Guchi sake , please wear that lovely Givenchy number , its so youuuu!!!
Anyway hope that helps.
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Postby pumpernickle » Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:29 pm

Sorry Michael, image crisis time! I can imagine you being kidnapped at dawn by a bearded man in an apron, wearing nothing underneath but a G-string and a pair of football gloves to stave off the cold.

You try make a hasty escape from the pick-up, but you are taken down by a tranquiliser dart. The last thing you hear before consciousness slips away is the low hum of a manical laugh and the sound of your wrists being strapped with plastic police quick-cuffs.

You awaken in a dark, musty cavern, where you find yourself ignominiously bleeding from various orophases. Your new name is Susan. And you are welcomed to Lipopetri in the traditional style.

As you mop away the tears promulgated by your recent cherry taking frenzy, the bearded men haul your sorry husk off to the town square.

Suddenly the world seems upside down, or is it because you are upside down, being hauled up high upon the Keo billboard by the post office, naked, a pair of white baps from the local Zorbas wrapped considerately around your family jewels.

The final words you hear come as a heart rendering shock.

"Dinner time Fido!"

Barking eminates from all directions. The village 'skiloses' have been let loose and are tearing their way towards your direction. Little fluffy random shapes bobbing and weaving into view as the wind sends you east to west. The crowd eating Souvla and dancing to local folk music as the fun begins.

The darkness. A few moments elapse, and you are awake again, this time your head pounding. have you slipped into the afterlife? Is the heinous humiliation over? Can you now sleep soundly with your heroes, Grivas, Zeus, and Kojak?

Alas, no. During your feast, you fell into shock and fainted. Minutes into the mutt feeding, a small Subaru, green, rusty, leopard skin upholstery, screeched into the town square as if Bat man was at the wheel.

Except it aint bat man. It's Robin. Or should I be more precise. It's Lysi, come to the rescue. (He called you on the mobile. It rang to answer....he knew something horrific must be happening...you always answer for Lysi)

He scatters what appears to be a selection of beer nuts and toe clippings around the rocky foliage of the slaughter scene...the crows scatters.
Mary Magdeleine has arrived, and he's pissed.

Your rope is cut by Lysi's special Swiss Army knife (bought from Tony's gift shop in Dhekalia, 2 for 1, free bag of Cheetos thrown in) and he drags your lifeless frame into the back of his ageing motor. The fan belt and the inconsistent growl of the engine means trouble....Lysi has forgotten to top up the oil...again.

He knows he needs a good headstart in order to drive at enough speed to clear the angry baying mob up ahead (30km per hour) so he squeezes his hair with both hands, wringing enough folical grease to last the beleaguered 1 litre lump till suppe time.

The car emerges from the dark soul of Liopetri, animals, savages and police officers leaping after it, like zombies in one of those spoof movies.

The sun sets, and it's another day in the unstoppable, exciting, non stop life of Cyprus' very own batman and robin.

I give you....Mike and Lysi.
Round of applause for our favourite cyprus forum bigots in disguise.
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Postby Michael » Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:43 pm

Sorry my little Pumpernickels , I stopped at "Sorry Michael...
Play to your strengths, you know that camp thing you do so well. Best give satire a very wide berth.
There is a whiff of desperation about you now. Were you a child star that obviously didn’t bloom? Do you have a sister that is in a wheelchair. Was your stage name Baby Jane?
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Postby pumpernickle » Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:46 pm

come off it Michael, you know you read my little story cover to cover...bet it really narked you too.

he he he

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Postby Michael » Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:07 pm

Now your being pitiful.

Sorry Pumper knickers. I can only repeat play to your strengths, you know that camp thing you do so well. Best give satire a very wide berth.
There is a whiff of desperation about you now. Were you a child star that obviously didn’t bloom? Do you have a sister that is in a wheelchair. Was your stage name Baby Jane?

Poor thing. Oh , make sure when you serve the budgie well cooked. Especially so, if you purchased the bird in the occupied areas.
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Postby pumpernickle » Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:18 pm

ha!

come on Mikey, let's be friends, all these weeks we've spent ripping the sh1t out of eachother, I feel it time to bury the hatchet.

mates?

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Postby Michael » Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:56 am

I thought you enjoyed it? Look, I dont want to keep attacking you. But if you mock my country then its fair game, OKAY
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Postby pumpernickle » Wed Mar 08, 2006 5:31 pm

ok. Dung eater.

KIDDING!

Ok, truce it is, no more slanging, let's just be forum friends and be coool.

Besides, I think we both need to let our engines cool down...so we can recharge before letting battle commence once more!

Oh come on, it would be boring if we were nice and civilised all the time. Insults and belittling it enjoyable, I'm sure you'll agree.

Adios for now.
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more daft polls

Postby lysi » Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:22 pm

pimperniple, i see you have got a lot of votes for your daft poll, when will you have anything of intrest to say instead of slagging of the country that you live in ?
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Postby pumpernickle » Sat Mar 11, 2006 2:47 pm

My threads are cool. So pipe down.

I think you'll find my comments are heart warming and contructively critical about this wonderful little island.

Now be off with yer. Young scally.
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