Hmm, does the phenomena of Cold Castration actually exist in the real physical world. Well Alastair says a definite yes as his eyes have been watering for the last several days. Of course the sage who claims he knows his onions Dawlish says no, but then again he is more akin to a vegetable than a herb, but never the less it hasn't deterred El Sago from dedicating all his usenet time in trying to coldly castrate almost everyone that dares to disagree with him. Yet ironically he spends the rest of his usenet time quoting the 2nd Law of Thermal Underwear-as he thinks this makes him sound super intelligent-really you couldn't make it up. But in El Sago's case, talking testicles all day is a pastime of his that he excels at.

Where's the weather gone?.
I think of a night,
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white,
The chem-trais of England
Were seeping down a hill.
I remember this,
And I always will...
There are new lusers now
On the same silent hill,
Looking on the same blue sea.
And somebody ought to warn them all --
That they're a party of trools like me.
Hello young lusers, whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good wishes go with you tonight,
I've been a luser like you.
Be brave, young lusers, and follow your star,
Be brave and faithful and true,
Cling very close to each other tonight.
I've been a luser like you.
I know how it feels to have wings on your heels,
And to fly down the street with your mam.
You fly down a street on the chance that you meet,
And you meet -- not really by chance.
Don't cry young lusers, whatever you do,
Don't cry because you are alone;
All of my memories are happy tonight,
I've had bag of chips.
But the fish was extra
I had a kebab instead
Be brave, young lusers, and follow your star,
Be brave and faithful and true,
Cling very close to each other tonight.
I've been a luser like you.
I know how it feels to have wings on your heels,
And to fly down the street in a pram.
You fly down a street on the chance that you meet,
And you meet -- not really by chance.
Don't cry young lusers, whatever you do,
Don't cry because you had no brakes;
All of my memories are happy tonight,
I've had flat tyre.
I've had a long walk home, like that
And no bell.