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What ho, sir :( ?
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crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Jun-9-2007 02:15
So it's like this. A guy who was always a riot on the boards and a valuable member of an agency that had just gotten the kick it needed retired recently. Although I can't say for sure what the conditions surrounding this particular event were, I can absolutely say that there's a lot of us who are lighting oars on fire in the hopes he'll come back and who want to say a heartfelt 'thanks for everything you did to keep it fun because it always worked ' if he chooses not to.
Sincerely,
We, the undersigned;
Crunchpatty
Fat Lucy
The Mem Sahib
Some guy wearing a merkin
Some guy with a fanny pack
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biggie528
Lucky Stiff
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Jun-9-2007 05:38
and biggie!
I'll miss you Fiddler, I hope you come back :(
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yoyofoshow
Old Shoe
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Jun-9-2007 07:44
Come back Fid! It'll be sad without any 'What Ho's' anymore :(
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Zanjana
Washed Up Punter
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Jun-9-2007 18:03
It's always a sad day when someone who makes us laugh decides to leave. Fiddler, you'll be missed!
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Secret_Squirrel
Safety Officer
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Jun-10-2007 21:56
op missed this.
Yeah, Fid'. If you're gone, you're not forgotten. Perhaps you'll be more like Brigadoon and ethereally appear through the mists of time, again, one day.
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Lady Jas
The Chosen One
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Jun-10-2007 22:28
*sobs*
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biggie528
Lucky Stiff
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Jun-11-2007 05:03
*burns an oar*
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Lady Jas
The Chosen One
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Jun-11-2007 23:16
We at Blue are holding a memorial to honor our beloved Fiddler, all are invited!
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crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Jun-12-2007 00:40
I'll be there with some Gentleman's Relish and a slightly charred canoe paddle.
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John Q. Publik
Old Shoe
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Jun-13-2007 14:39
Halfway down the trail to hell
In a shady meadow green,
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
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biggie528
Lucky Stiff
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Jun-13-2007 19:37
*hand on heart*
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