M. White vs. Aimless - FITE!

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Despite the judgement of the Sweet Bard of Avon-on-Olay, who reminds us that comparisons are odious, as are certain fruit-based drinks, may I remind the ladies and gentlemen of AAD that Michael White has been called, in this very forum, "a rolling barrel of man-bosoms, a mass of microbial uncleanliness, a simpering pollution on the face of god, and a spineless, faceless, piss-toping, untemperate nitwit." It makes no odds that I was the one who called him this, in a momentary untemperate mood.

By way of contrast, Aimless has been particularly recognized by his AAD peers as "a colossus amongst men, a chevalier non pareil, a parfait gentil knight, a wit, a raconteur, a boulevardier, a man of parts, letters and means."

So, it all comes down to what you go in for, really. Don't give it another thought.

Aimless, Tuesday, 21 August 2007 16:43 (eleven years ago) Permalink

M. White Search and Destroy!

Heave Ho, Tuesday, 21 August 2007 17:08 (eleven years ago) Permalink

While I appreciate the zest implied by your choice of punctuation, I was hoping for something more codswalloping, such as "M. White serves his guests lower-mid-range California chardonnay at 42 degrees, in hopes that their tongues will be too deadened by cold to detect the overly-oaky front end and the pronouncedly-grassy finish. Plus his off-the-shelf Fruit-of-the-Loom undergarments are more dullish than dazzling."

This sort of thing makes him snort like an irritated goat.

Aimless, Tuesday, 21 August 2007 17:41 (eleven years ago) Permalink

How bout: "Aimless's teh topdog M.white's teh fagtog"

Heave Ho, Tuesday, 21 August 2007 21:08 (eleven years ago) Permalink

This comes distressingly close to disproving the contention that brevity is the soul of wit.

Aimless, Tuesday, 21 August 2007 21:45 (eleven years ago) Permalink

This comes distressingly close to disproving the contention that brevity is the soul of wit.

-- Aimless, Tuesday, August 21, 2007 9:45 PM (5 days ago) Bookmark Link

Nonetheless Katerina Witt is hot hot hot and I contend that the brevity of her outfit lights the fire in mens soul.

(((( BTW... my money is on Aimless, he carries a gun in his shoe.... or was it a gnu in his Oshe.... dammit, I need to call my bookie ))))

еdë §téè£, Sunday, 26 August 2007 14:09 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I prefer to call it a gat. More literary that way.

Aimless, Monday, 27 August 2007 04:31 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Besides, it impresses the frails.

Matt, Monday, 27 August 2007 07:32 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Upon reconsideration I have decided not to choose between the two until I see them both in a mud wrestling pit wearing women's swimwear.

Heave Ho, Monday, 27 August 2007 11:25 (eleven years ago) Permalink

he carries a gun in his shoe

Prehensile toes?

Michael White, Monday, 27 August 2007 16:09 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Which occasions the query as to what posthensile toes are?

Michael White, Monday, 27 August 2007 16:19 (eleven years ago) Permalink

No, no, no..... you completely misunderstood the subtleties of the statement

he carries a gun in his shoe

The emphasis goes on the word carries....

As is he is carrying his shoes with a gun in one (a half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in the other) since he prefers to wander this earth barefooted.

Do you not remember him being chosen as the foot model for Frodo of the LOTR series?

Although, posthensile toes do sound intriguing.

еdë §téè£, Tuesday, 28 August 2007 02:14 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I go away for a few days and what happens in my absence? Bugger all!

Aimless, Friday, 31 August 2007 04:20 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Bugger all? Now look 'ere buddy, i love ya an' all but *I* ain't gonna be nobody's catamite

Heave Ho, Friday, 31 August 2007 07:31 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I go away for a few days and what happens in my absence? Bugger all!

-- Aimless, Friday, 31 August 2007 04:20 (2 days ago) Link

That the fury we want to see directed at Mr White...... especially after all the things he been saying behind your back...... I mean really! He sent out a round of emails that have obviously photoshopped pictures of a person (supposedly you) eating grape jelly on a cranberry muffin.

Well, what is your retaliation gonna be?

еdë §téè£, Sunday, 2 September 2007 03:17 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I have been pretending to think hard about this for several minutes now. It doesn't seem to be working at all. I may have to fall back to that old standby of throwing a beaker of acid at him, but that seems too much like a failure of imagination.

(he resumes gurning like a madman, until...)

Aha! I shall announce to all and sundry that M. White dunks. What is more, his mother must tie his bow ties for him. That ought to fix his little red wagon.

Aimless, Sunday, 2 September 2007 17:58 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Due to the package of photographs that arrived at coastal towers this morning, displaying explicit pics of M. White enjoying his turbot with a clearly inferior sauce gribiche, and further compounding his folly by pairing it with a Domaine Vieux Telegraphe (of all things!); photos which, clealry, must have been doctored in some fashion, I had presumed that the revenge had already begun.

When libellous whispers reached me concerning the state of his Oxfords the suspicion first hardened, then deepened. So if not you, Aimless, then who?

Matt, Sunday, 2 September 2007 22:30 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I suspect everyone. This strikes me as the simplest expedient, logically speaking, as it shall invariably include the culprit, so no further trouble need be taken over the matter. In that way I may get back to drinking as soon as practicable.

Aimless, Monday, 3 September 2007 00:31 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Provided of course that you prepared the drink yourself, for surely your barkeep or sommelier is not above suspicion, either.

Matt, Monday, 3 September 2007 12:47 (eleven years ago) Permalink

This is not necessary, as I suspect myself also. You might think this would leave me at an impasse, paralyzed and unable to act. Not so. Because every source of action is equally suspect, there is no penalty for choosing one action over another. All are equally acceptable, with the exception of certain fruit-based drinks.

Aimless, Monday, 3 September 2007 16:28 (eleven years ago) Permalink


Matt, Wednesday, 5 September 2007 08:56 (eleven years ago) Permalink

As was unavoidable, M. White and I finally got together and had it out, mano a mano, Marquess of Queensbury style. Afterwards, he bought me a drink and I stole him one. Here we are in the thick of the brouhaha:


Aimless, Wednesday, 5 September 2007 20:40 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Now I know that those pictures were "altered" because your nose looked much longer than it does in this one.

еdë §téè£, Thursday, 6 September 2007 01:26 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Someone stabbed the poor fellow with another creature. Poor show.

Matt, Thursday, 6 September 2007 09:09 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Funny, I don't remember there being any photographers.

Michael White, Thursday, 6 September 2007 19:37 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Which is odd, as after most drinking bouts my memory is absolutely perfect.

Matt, Friday, 7 September 2007 09:24 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Perfect inasmuch as you remember things as they should have been as opposed to how they were?

Michael White, Monday, 10 September 2007 16:02 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I generally recall that I was urbane, charming, a wow on the dancefloor, irresistible to the ladies. Business as usual, of course.

Matt, Monday, 10 September 2007 19:10 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Wait, you're saying that you're a gigolo?

Michael White, Monday, 10 September 2007 20:35 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Wait. Are those not also the attributes of a chihuahua?

Aimless, Tuesday, 11 September 2007 17:27 (eleven years ago) Permalink

PG Wodehouse vs. Kurt Vonnegut - EPISTOLARY ENCOUNTER!

gabbneb, Tuesday, 11 September 2007 17:33 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Resulting in numerous paper cuts to the heart.

Aimless, Tuesday, 11 September 2007 18:15 (eleven years ago) Permalink


Michael White, Tuesday, 11 September 2007 22:36 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Are those not also the attributes of a chihuahua?

Yeah, but a different kind of 'wow' on the dancefloor.

Michael White, Wednesday, 12 September 2007 14:21 (eleven years ago) Permalink

My varlet is away right now and cannot answer your challenge. Please leave your calling card on the silver tray in the front hall and a number where you can be reached during the day and he will get back to you.

Aimless, Thursday, 13 September 2007 17:45 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I believ your varlet went serfing.

I have yet to see an urbane chihuahua. It would be an odd spectacle.

Matt, Friday, 14 September 2007 07:05 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Quite. He wears a monocle after all.

Michael White, Friday, 14 September 2007 22:18 (eleven years ago) Permalink


Heave Ho, Tuesday, 18 September 2007 21:41 (eleven years ago) Permalink


Michael White, Wednesday, 19 September 2007 16:00 (eleven years ago) Permalink

>>>> Rises to his feet and begins clapping to incite the crowd into a standing ovation <<<<

Excellent imitation of a MIME Michael White..... well done indeed!

еdë §téè£, Friday, 21 September 2007 00:44 (eleven years ago) Permalink

'Ere now! We'll be having none of that, sir, or else we'll be encouraging him to imitate Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, an impersonation I have already seen dozens of times and it always ends with Mr. White too drunk to fall off a chair. But still personable, of course. That's the hell of it.

Aimless, Friday, 21 September 2007 02:15 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Harvey's a good pal, too, but that elephant is just mean.

Michael White, Friday, 21 September 2007 16:13 (eleven years ago) Permalink

If the elephant is that difficult to get along with.... tell him to pack his trunk and get out!

We had a cow that was giving us trouble.... I made it mooove out.

That's not as bad as the guy that was smashed between his pickup truck and the boat trailer..... now he has a hitch in his walk.

BTW, did you hear that Marcel Marceau is being buried in a square lexan coffin with his white gloved hands held up against the lid?

еdë §téè£, Tuesday, 25 September 2007 01:55 (eleven years ago) Permalink

How did news of this board not reach me? Is my telegraph machine playing up again? Resplendence and pique à la carte, for the delectation of all.

Were I to choose allegiances, I would need pictorial evidence of each combatant's sartorial comportment. As M.White's prowess in such affairs is already a known constant, it is henceforth up to Aimless to proffer a response. The onus is laid...

Just got offed, Tuesday, 25 September 2007 19:11 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Dude! *Groans*

Tusk, tusk.

Michael White, Tuesday, 25 September 2007 19:45 (eleven years ago) Permalink

News of AAD is not so much disseminated as discovered. We prefer not to advertise. There is also a twelve drink minimum buy-in.

Matt, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 23:00 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Pssst.... matt..... you forgot the loaning everyone a fiver speech....

еdë §téè£, Thursday, 27 September 2007 03:28 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Dude, you shush! Why borrow a fiver when he has to buy us all twelve drinks? (That is what you meant, right, Matt?)

Michael White, Thursday, 27 September 2007 15:35 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I shall be thinking of you when I souse a fresher or five this coming week.

Just got offed, Thursday, 27 September 2007 16:11 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I want the fiver to tip our waitress with FOR the twelve drinks....

I may be a drunk but she's working hard to keep me that way!

еdë §téè£, Thursday, 27 September 2007 16:20 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Dude! Where are you going to come up with the other $7.00, you grippe-sou?

Michael White, Thursday, 27 September 2007 17:51 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I make it a policy to sidestep onuses carefully, making certain to get none on my shoes.

Predicating your alliegance upon sartorial standards is unlikely to win me much. I have been likened to an upright pig with a bad toupee. This does not upset me, as it places me squarely at the head of the line for a juicy role in every stage production of Animal Farm. Can you say as much?

Aimless, Thursday, 27 September 2007 18:10 (eleven years ago) Permalink

"As much"

Michael White, Thursday, 27 September 2007 18:49 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Mr. White, you're a taxi, a hell of a taxi, a brick shithouse of a taxi and the taxi we all dream our children could one day be.

Aimless, Thursday, 27 September 2007 20:23 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I shall take that as a high compliment, Aimless. God knows there have been dipsomaniacal nights when the one thing I desired, above all others, was a taxi.

Michael White, Thursday, 27 September 2007 21:18 (eleven years ago) Permalink


WHAT OTHER $7.00? ? ?

It's not like she's topless......

Besides, I have an income.

I go sell blood right before going out drinking, it makes me some quick cash AND it makes my blood alcohol level increase just that much faster, so there.

On the other hand...

If dear CJ were our waitress I would sell any bodily fluids plus even put in a couple hours at the farm just to be sure to have enough cash to impress her with my largess.

If only I could hear her whisper those 7 little words she has spoken to me oh so many times... "bugger off creep before I mace ya!"

еdë §téè£, Thursday, 27 September 2007 22:52 (eleven years ago) Permalink

People are always prattling on about putting hours in at the farm but can one ever take them out?

I think these days CJ just threatens with that rusty icepick but I'm also pretty sure that she, like me, wouldn't have any idea what your 'largess' was.

Michael White, Friday, 28 September 2007 14:56 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Mr. §téè£'s largess may not be up to snuff, but among a certain set of barmaids his mendacity is legendary.

Aimless, Friday, 28 September 2007 16:21 (eleven years ago) Permalink

That is an outright lie......

But I refuse to be dragged into your fite with Wright so I'll ignore your slanderous statement... or is it libelous? I dunno ;)

еdë §téè£, Friday, 28 September 2007 18:46 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I'm pretty sure that's mere persiflage.

Aimless, is 'set' the proper plural noun for barmaids? Considering the name of this forum, I think we should have a 'serious' and spirited (by which I mean bacchanalian) colloquy on the subject.

Michael White, Friday, 28 September 2007 18:58 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I will deal with Mr. White's query at a later moment. I have another fish to fry first.

"I will gladly pay you Tuesday for ten vodka tonics today."

"Listen, sweetheart, I'll fix you up with Warren Beatty if you freshen this up a bit for free. Me and Warren go waaaay back, honey. He eats out of my hand."

"Id this check good? It's as good as a nooner on a day in spring, if you catch my drift, babe."

Do not tell me these do not ring a bell for you, Mr. §téè£. They should set off an entire carillion, playing the theme to A Summer Place, in double quick time -- that is, if the word of Ms. Hattie Ragg of the Cozy Nook Bar & Grill bears any credence. So, don't get cute with me, Mr. §téè£, we both know this particular jig is up.

(hssst! Duderonomy, old bean! The price of my silence is easy to guess!)

{waves empty glass conspicuously under Dude's nose}

Aimless, Friday, 28 September 2007 19:02 (eleven years ago) Permalink

That is all old news, I've changed my ways.

I promise.

How 'bout I buy you a drink and we don't mention this again?

Got a fiver That I could "borrow" until payday?

еdë §téè£, Friday, 28 September 2007 19:17 (eleven years ago) Permalink


Where did I come up with WRIGHT anyway?

еdë §téè£, Friday, 28 September 2007 19:19 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Many's the person that called me Mr. Wright. Usually people of the female persuasion and not for very long, but still...

Michael White, Friday, 28 September 2007 21:04 (eleven years ago) Permalink

"Oh Orville, take me for another 12-second maiden flight..."

Just got offed, Friday, 28 September 2007 22:19 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Honey, you weren't a maiden after the first one.

Matt, Friday, 28 September 2007 23:25 (eleven years ago) Permalink

Then she started calling you Sopwith, demanding that you tussle with her Red Baron across the skies of France, until 'death', until the fuel ran out, or until punctures to the fuselage became too much of a drag.

Just got offed, Saturday, 29 September 2007 09:00 (eleven years ago) Permalink

By the end of the affaire, to cut a lofty story short, you were the Airbus A340: roomy, reliable, not particularly manoeuvrable or exciting but sufficient to get a by-now mundane job done in the overwhelmingly fast-paced modern world, where such things are taken for granted.

Just got offed, Saturday, 29 September 2007 09:06 (eleven years ago) Permalink

It was the offer to join the 12ft high club which proved most irresistible.

Matt, Saturday, 29 September 2007 15:13 (eleven years ago) Permalink

12 feet in 12 seconds, eh?

Michael White, Monday, 1 October 2007 15:31 (eleven years ago) Permalink

must be one heck of a penis enlargement pill

Heave Ho, Monday, 1 October 2007 22:28 (eleven years ago) Permalink

six years pass...

Heave Ho always was a notorious thread killer.

epoxy fule (Aimless), Tuesday, 6 May 2014 00:57 (four years ago) Permalink

three years pass...

I must have dosed off, sorry. What now?

Quis ut Deus (Michael White), Saturday, 13 May 2017 14:37 (one year ago) Permalink

Welcome back!

Trelayne Staley (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 13 May 2017 15:19 (one year ago) Permalink


your cognitive privilege (El Tomboto), Saturday, 13 May 2017 15:47 (one year ago) Permalink


The Pickety Third Policeman (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 13 May 2017 15:52 (one year ago) Permalink

Whoa... Bouldieu! Welcome back monsieur!

On Some Faraday Beach (Le Bateau Ivre), Saturday, 13 May 2017 23:38 (one year ago) Permalink

Dear me! I can't recall if we're on speaking terms. Could you please remind me? If not, my powerful urge to say your presence is a thousand times welcome must be suppressed, out of deference to our undying enmity.

A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 14 May 2017 00:57 (one year ago) Permalink

Mon cher, we've never been on speaking terms, because we have never spoken to each other, celà dit, I can imagine no impediment to any continuing discourse between ourselves beside my predilection for meandering, wait, what?

Quis ut Deus (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 01:15 (one year ago) Permalink

Plus, I buried the enmity in my neighbor's back yard; she still complains about the smell.

Quis ut Deus (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 01:20 (one year ago) Permalink

So, then. The status quo ante works just fine for me. Can I borrow a hundred until I'm back on my feet? Wait. Scratch that. Until I get the Bentley out of hock?

A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 14 May 2017 03:01 (one year ago) Permalink


Quis ut Deus (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:01 (one year ago) Permalink

That would provide me with two rolls of fifty each, which could prove useful should I get into a bar fight and need to apply some extra fistic heft to my means of persuasion. But in all other cases, they would be a needless and annoying burden. I think I'd prefer to cower under a convenient table during my next brawl, as per usual.

A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:10 (one year ago) Permalink

In the mail...

St Dieu crea l' (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:11 (one year ago) Permalink


St Dieu crea l' (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:12 (one year ago) Permalink

Could you also send along a wishing well?

A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:13 (one year ago) Permalink

Standards to uphold and whatnot

St Dieu crea l' (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:13 (one year ago) Permalink

Sans but, I sent that ages ago

St Dieu crea l' (Michael White), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:14 (one year ago) Permalink

In my next bar brawl I promise I shall fight with the strength of ten men, or if not with their entire strength, then the strength of all ten's halitosis.

I sent that ages ago

I'll look in the lumber room.

A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 14 May 2017 18:18 (one year ago) Permalink

Any lumber?
Damon autocorrect

Et Dieu crea l' (Michael White), Friday, 19 May 2017 04:43 (one year ago) Permalink

Covfefe memes

Violet Jax (Violet Jynx), Wednesday, 31 May 2017 20:09 (one year ago) Permalink

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