[Groop]groo. ship. sink. connection?

[the Knight Who Says Cheesedip]

Okay, people!
*Mumbling over the great machine: It's time to get our act together. Start 
another ferocious viking fray or something along those lines. We cannot sit 
still and watch our lives being denied a steady and dependable groop 
silliness. It just isn't... right. Somebody please, say something 
incredibly funny.... anyone... anyone... this is not good. Hmm... the time 
has come for act... at least for talk*

Cheesedip!!
I know I'm usually lurking - and some of those newbies may never have had 
the dubious pleasure of reading whatever crap I manage to rave whenever I 
unlurk - but still I feel the time has come for me to make som noise about 
all this talk of the decline of the Groop. I am disturbed by the fact that 
high ranking groopies/groopers (or whatever) have decided to unsubscribe 
because of 'small talk'. This, I believe, call for Big Talk! A torrent of 
demagogic silliness, bereft of sense and true mass appeal!!

For those of you who see no rhyme or sense to the alledged development of 
our beloved list, I present to you the answer to the question that is 
nagging your souls. Munching away at your brainstim, like small itsy-bitsy 
insects with incredibly large and sharp teeth. *munch munch* (sounds 
familiar... hmm? the munching sound you hear is not actually munching... 
it's mulching! YES! You heard me... your brain is being mulched by this 
awkward question. But fear no further for the Knight is here... bearing 
truth, justice and glossy paper swords!)

Consider this, dear friends, comrades, groopies, groopers, gropers etc. 
etc. an old saying states, that we, as a community of interlinked 
individuals are all in the same boat. (usually portrayed as a wooden 
floating device equipped with oars and/or sails, carrying passengers or 
cargo or both). The groop is a boat. Right? And we all know, the 
relationship between seafaring vessels and our beloved (demigod) Groo. He 
sinks them. Right? It is therefor painfully obvious that we have been 
visited by the very object of our self-destructive devotion. Groo. He has 
somehow managed to board our ship... or rather, join our lovely little 
list. Perhaps he has been here for some while, and fate has only bided it's 
time... waiting for us to feel comfortable... or perhaps, he is one of the 
newbies. This I don't know at the time. All I know is that this predicament 
can be solved in one or two ways. We can either try to root him out, and 
throw him overboard... which we all know is not just a futile effort, but 
positively suicidal. Therefore I believe the second option to be more 
prudent; knowing the relationship between Groo, ships and dogs 
(particularily one by the name of Rufferto), we should try to locate and 
secure a dog of the long nosed and spotted kind. Thus ensuring our survival.
	My case is therefore quite clear. Somebody get a dog on the list, 
immediately!! And for sake of all that is good... don't forget to color the 
spot under his eye!!!

We all love this list. And I am sure that most of us are willing to lay 
down our lives fighting for our right to read, and worship, Groo, the 
wanderer and to be silly any time we wish to. We treasure our fond memories 
of the ludicrous correspondence on this list, where aliens and alternative 
historical research reigns, along with the occasional dead-horsewhipping, 
squirrel eating and the rare occurences of... well... you know what I 
mean... it was supposed to be a drydock (or so the poster claimed), but it 
came out as... well something else. What I mean is... keep the faith, the 
mulch, and the cheesedip... but try not to eat it... mulch I mean... or 
Faith (isn't Faith a reasonably common girl's name?)... I wouldn't eat 
cheesedip either... but that's just my personal taste...

Cheesedip!! The Groop wil never die!!!
the Knight Who Says Cheesedip!!

P.S. Cheesedip