Gaius Octavius

Don Tomasso, Though not an ancient remedy and also somewhat odd, I offer this: Duct Tape Therapy The Department of Homeland Defense would approve. Don Giovanni: My Bride made that suggestion, but I thought that it was another cunning plot against me to make me look sillier than I already do. Got 3 of the rotters on my hand. Asked quack if I just couldn't pick them off. Went into apoplexy! Have to apologize to Bride - if she still is talking to me after my not too civil rescript.

As you know I don't like to question things, but I wonder how big was the population that they surveyed? Did they include Scotland, Wales and Cornwall? And of course, Brigantia?

As usual, My Lord P., you are most helpful.

Your Grace: "...then you are all done for." So you admit to your cunning and subtle plan! I am going to wear garlic, wolfbane and a Cross around my neck from now on to foil your plans. What's good to kill off warts? Something I can get my hands on. Mee

Thanks Caldrail. Am I the only one who heard of this?

My Lord Melchette: How do we know that this is not some cunning plan to knock us all off? Capt. Blackadder, Ret.

Then there are the Battenbergs and Saxe-Coburn- Hesse, aka The House of Windsor. But, we are all friends now.

For the life of me, I can't figure out how so much soil accumulates over these sites.

Maybe Thomas Jefferson had this in mind when he said that there should be a revolution every generation.

My Lord (and I don't mean you, Pertinax!), why hast Thou forsaken me? Cursed, I tell you (once again). Kursed! Is there no balm in Gilead?

You most certainly would and you know it very well! Yes! Yes, you did! Pausikraipalos = "Stop the hangover." Is that a Bloody Mary with a raw egg in it or just a raw egg?

Cursed! I am Cursed! Cursed I tell you! I repeat, Cursed!

Dear Lord, assist your most humble servant. :notworthy: As soon as I get a glass of juice into my hands, I am off to educate myself.

A page on this site will help: Legion Also, go to the Home page of this site and click on 'Government', then take it from there.

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Yo, My Lord Pertinax: Is it 'bombs away' or 'bombs aweigh'? Your obliged servant,

Now that that rebel, Pantagathus, has driven me to the vine and the stalk, I tell all. As you may or may not know, I have some good looking babe visiting me while the Domina is abroad. She is 21. Now, her sister, who is 16, is going to visit Ameica. She's a knock out also. They will be staying with me next weekend. The building will go beserk! The men will be jealous and the women won't be able to hold their water until the Domina comes home and they tell all. When they were nippers, I bounced them on my knees and was their best friend. Now, the elder won't pour me a libation. Won't buy me a little bell to summon the Domina when I want firewater. Gave the elder the run of the place. So, if I dare say: "Get me some grapes.", I get the retort: "Please!?". The younger one once stuck her index finger in my face, to put me in order! Should have strangled them a long time ago. Love 'em. Some of the comments on sundry threads on the Forum have reminded me of 'Cyrano', so if you will excuse me for a few hours, I am going to watch the movie. (If I can get the bloody machine to obey instructions.) And ' Love At First Bite", that is if I can make it to the living room without a collapse of my now rubber legs. Thank you, you Greek! Sigh,

My Dearest Lord Pantagathus: You are not alone in this cosmic matter. I have received a number of enquiries requesting enlightment on the Sumo non-sequitor. Why, some have gone so far as to maliciously enquire if His Grace, the Lord Pertinax, had not taken to the sauce - once again. I have responded, with all due respect to the party concerned, that perhaps it was merely a recurrent deviation of the cerebral cortex caused by an over consumption of gimsum weed. Or some other weed. I have also requested that all be so officious as to bear up with the matter. As an asset to this site, he is entitled to the occasional lapse.

Boozin with the babe. Nah, don't think I could get away with that, even with two of them over next weekend.

Warships generally did hug the coasts. Merchantmen of course did not. For night travel, the trusty stars did nicely. For daylight: the sun, flight of birds, swell directions and of course the gnomon. Then they must have had reasonably good charts, as opposed to the road maps, which were point-to-point, i.e., a straight line, as I recall. Why wouldn't this have been translated into the road maps?

Sometime in the mid 20th century, I read a news item about a Black African tribe, in southern Egypt or northern Sudan, that was still guarding a Roman fort awaiting the return of the Romans. Can anyone shed any light on this?

I don't think that they always hugged the coasts, so what kind of navigational equipment did they have?

I am pretty sure that they didn't do double duty as rowers, so where did they sleep on the ships?

Aliens, communists, time travelers, voodoo, Al Quaida, Pantagathus!