Congrats on the 10 000th post !

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I wish I could live long enough to ever come close enough.
There's a bottle of 'Cremant de Bourgogne' (sparkling wine) waiting in my fridge and that I could save for this special occasion, if you'd happen to come by, but you'd have to hurry up as it won't survive the upcoming holiday season Emotion: big smile
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Congratulations, MM!! Emotion: big smile [d][d][d][d][d]
Thank you, thank you... now please let me sleep...... zzzzz..
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Mister Micawber, on behalf of all ESL students <:o) we thank you for all your support, advice, care and attention. I know you're shy Emotion: embarrassed but please accept our deepest gratitude. You're like Poseidon in wild waters; with your trident you always chart the right way for our ships. When you drive your trident into ground, there spurts always a spring of wisdom.

You don't know how great good you have done to us! How many times you helped us with your trident?

Hail your trident, hail Mister Micawber.
A new trident, eh? Great! Thank you indeed!

Uh... how do I start this thing, anyway?... Is there a start button somewhere?.... gee, I really want to drive this thing into the ground (and also into a couple of trolls I know)... tridents need batteries?...
You've only got to work the mojo working!

I compared you to Poseidon because your avatar looks as wild as Poseidon ruling over wild seas.

And presumably you've got a wild unruly tridentEmotion: whisper
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Congratulations Emotion: smile

Isn't there a special epithet for people who reach 10,000 posts? I mean, is there something higher than forum guru? Emotion: wink
We can call him the Zen Master (but maybe not in front of him). Emotion: big smile
I'll try to think of a good title before I reach 9,999,999 posts-- that's when my gurudom turns to sand.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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