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SaiFightsMS

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  1. 'Twas the night before Christmas in Keanuville; The mouse stopped its stirring (by Canicula killed). Our stockings were hung by our chimneys with care; (But Marlon had worn his - hence, the stink in the air.) Our citizens were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of "Matrix" danced in their heads. But the Mayor in his wool cap, and I in my curlers, Now stood at the window and looked out for burglars. "I heard," the mayor told me, "a terrible clatter, And sprang from my bed to see what was the matter." That's when he awoke me, to help him stand guard, So with him, I (the marshall) gazed down on the yard. No moon in ninety-seven, so the new-fallen snow From streetlights and shop fronts derived its pale glow, When, what to our half-open eyes should appear, But a large hovercraft pulled by eight big reindeer. From skyways it came, and there settled right down, In the mayor's front yard, waking up half the town. We saw Auntie, kimbo, Cherie, Lilith, R-u-o-k, LIV, Joodash, Kimmers, Dana, Joey, Tara, Julie and J ... Half asleep they staggered out from their 2 a.m. beds (like a Christmas Eve 'Night of the Living Dead') To see a crazy old driver dressed in red like Old Nick; "But too fat for Pacino," the mayor spoke up right quick. 'Now TRAVEN! now, JJAKS! now, DON JOHN and SCOTTY! On, RUPERT! on KEVIN! on, BUDDHA and JOHNNY! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now book it, my reindeer, and dash away all!' By now all Keanuville was awake and outside, Watching craft and the reindeer up the mayor's house glide, And up there on the rooftop the fat boy went 'CLUMP' As confused little Marlon yelled, "Oh no! Don't jump!" The townsfolk rushed inside like bees in a swarm, And joined us at the fireplace where they could get warm; But with embers now flying, and a sudden big crash, Down the chimney that fat boy fell right on his ash! Unburned, he stood before us, as Nia said, "Grrr! That suit that you're wearing better not be real fur!" A bundle of packages he had flung on his back, And he looked like a mailman just opening his sack. His eyes -- looked familiar! his laughlines how merry! His cheeks, rather hollow, his cold nose, a cherry! His blue little mouth from the frigid exposure Blew the Mayor a kiss from its white-bearded closure. A Cuban cigar he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath; And we knew who he was underneath the fake padding, But the name wouldn't come - oh, darn it, how madding! "And who are you?" the mayor asked, without taking a pause; "At your service," the answer, "I'm called Santa Claus." Just then stepped up Ted, who stood tall and stiff, And looked at the stranger and laughed, "Yeah! As if." "But look!" spoke this Santa, as he opened his pack, And out came Twister, Battleship, more games from his sack. "And see, I brought chess, Super Mario Brothers, Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly, and all kinds of others!" "OK! The real Santa's drunk," he 'fessed up with a sigh. "I played Match the Bourbons with him, but he didn't die." From his belt came a trilling as he said, "Oops, my beeper! Gotta go, but anyway, merry Christmas from the Reaper!"
  2. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park Not a ride was left stirring, once DL got dark; The people were wandering through shops in dispair, In hopes that Walt's spirit soon would be there; The children refused to go home to their beds, 'Cause visions of Mickey Mouse danced in their heads; And Paul in his office, that wonderful chap, Was tired of "planning" so took a long nap, When down in the hub there arose such a clatter, I ran down Main Street to see what was the matter. Away to the center I flew like a flash, Tore through all the shoppers who had spent lots of cash. The moon on the Partners had made quite a glow, Giving feelings of magic to ADDers below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a world-famous mouse, and the man he held dear, With a sudden slight movement, that never did halt, I knew in a moment it really was Walt! More rapid than eagles the ADDers they came, And he giggled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, PAWSHA! now, CANDER! now, TODDSTER and LIVER! On, WINGERT! on GASSER! on, HIPSTERS and FRITTER! To the edge of the berm! To the underground hall! Let's drive away! drive away! Drive away Paul!!!!" Now meeting our icon who'd just come alive, We'd meet any obstacle, together we'd strive, So up to the office the ADDers they flew, With a dumpster for plush, and Walt Disney too. And then, in a instant, Paul heard a few squeaks, And the chanting and and singing of internet geeks. With my ears on my head, I was turning around, And into the window Walt came with a bound. He appeared quite alive, from his head to his feet, And his clothes were distinguished, his suit very neat; A bundle of plush he had flung on his back, And he looked right at Pressler then opened the sack. Paul's eyes -- how they wrinkled! his face looked so scary! His skin had turned ghostly, but blushed like a cherry! He stared right at Walt who stood in the dark, And he felt a bit guilty for ruining the park; A handful of plush Walt held in his hand, Then tossed it at Paul and said "Please understand; Building this park was so dear to myheart, But you've turned the thing into an ODV cart." He said all the things we'd been longing to say, And all of the things City Hall turned away; A wink of his eye and a twist of a smile, Soon gave me to know he would stay for a while; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all our wishes by firing that jerk, He filled a large dumpster in quite a big rush, And out with the garbage, Paul went with the plush; Walt went to his Firehouse, to rest for the night, And felt so at home 'cause we'd left on the light. But I heard him exclaim, to the ADDers and all, "THE MAGIC IS BACK, AND WE GOT RID OF PAUL!"
  3. Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the nest not a creature was stirring, 'cept Arthur the pest. The support stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the laundress would soon be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of Play Stations danced in their heads. Wearing my splints With a rice sock in my lap I had just settled down for a long winters nap. When in my joints there arose such pain, I limped from the bed to see if there was rain. The moon on the breast of the unshovled snow Gave a luster of midday to the objects below. When what to my dry eyes should appear, but a minature medical supply truck and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment that my HMO would not pay for this! More rapid than eagles his assistants they came. He whistled and shouted, And called them by name. "Now, Dasher, now Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen!!! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now dash away dash away, dash away all." As the piles of unraked leaves that before the wild hurricaine fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house top, the assistants they flew, with the truck full of adaptive equipment, and the Doctor Nick too. And in a twinkling I heard (rather boring) the wheezing and blowing of my husbands snoring. As I pulled up his covers And patted his head Down the chimney Dr. Nick Came with a new med. He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot. His clothes were all covered in ashes and soot. A bundle of supplies he had flung on his back. He looked like a peddler just opening his sack. My hands how they hurt, my knees how they ache I knew that some people thought I was fake. My Methotexate injection was drawn up in the den. Just waiting for the nerve to go stick it in. The cap of the needle I held tight in my teeth, the RA fog circled in my head like a wreath. I looked at my thigh, (I shouldnt have eaten that jelly!) Then said " What the hell" And injected my belly I am chubby and plump. Like a prednisone Elf Nick laughed when he saw me, In spite of his self. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He wasted no time, went straight to his work. Gathered up all my meds, then turned with a jerk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a new pill. And put it in my mouth, I felt such a thrill. I sprang to my feet, there was no more swelling. I danced and jumped Woke everyone up with my yelling. I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight. "Merry Christmas to all, theres a cure tonight"
  4. I have used a similar one. I have also used tennis balls, racket balls and the like.
  5. How about mininal contact for lower belts sparring because they have not yet trained long enough to develope the conditioning it takes to safely accept more contact heavier contact sparring entails?
  6. Karate do is an umbrella term. Think of bread. Wheat and rye are types of bread. Shotokan, Ishin Ryu and the like are types of karate do. Did that help or confuse?
  7. I can't wait for the DVD to come out.
  8. That came from one of my book clubs. Personally I can't stand eggnog.
  9. ROTFL
  10. Christmas Food Rules 1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door where they are serving rum balls. 2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it’s rare. In fact, it’s even rarer than single-malt scotch because you can’t find it any other time of the year but now. So drink up! Who cares that is has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnonog-aholic or something. It’s a treat - enjoy it! Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas! 3. If something comes with gravy, eat it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes and fill it up with gravy. Eat the whole volcano. Repeat. 4. Only eat mashed potatoes made with whole milk and cream. If they’re made with skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission. 5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?! 6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between new and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for taking long naps which you will need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. 7. If you come across something really good at the buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again. 8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert.... Labor day? 9. One final tip: if you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table you haven’t been paying attention. You will need to remain until the threat abandoning the leftovers has passed. Reread the tips; start over, but hurry - January is just around the corner! Have a Merry Christmas everyone !!
  11. We always considered it good sempai training for an upper belt to learn how to spar with a junior student in such a way that the junior grade had a positive learning experience.
  12. Everyone have a good holiday. Spend some quality time with your loved ones.
  13. Welcome to the forum.
  14. No matter how long someone has trained, how well they do in sparring or in a ring it is impossible to predict how well a person will perform in a situation that suddenly gets sprung upon them. We can theorize over what we will do and make all sorts of plans but when the real thing comes up there is no way to predict what will happen.
  15. Maybe not a recognizable three section staff but how about a belt, rope or chain. All can be swung in similar patterns as a three section staff but it would require the skill that only a lot of practice can bring.
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  22. That happens a sometimes in military basic training. The stinker is usually ambushed, drug into the shower and attacked with scrub brushes.
  23. You know when I looked at the title of the thread I thought of something completely different. In the pre-iternet days there was the Military Amateur Shortwave Radio network. It was a network of militairy personal with shortwave skills. If you were stationed someplace where phone calls home where prohibitively expensive they could hook up with another shortwave operator close to your call destination. Then the operator on that end would hook up to the phone and place the call. So the charge would only be from the location of the second operator.
  24. Do you find that the way karate training teaches you to focus - and mantain focus - leaching over into your spritual time outside the dojo? I.e. when you are praying, meditating or reading scripture?
  25. Are you sure it was chicken?
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