I convined a coworker to throw caution to the wind and got him to sign up on CBid. He's new and needs guidance. His name is Kris, I don't know his user name yet, but he's a good guy and I think he'll fit in here.
Go easy on him, he's new.
Barry

we need to take bets on how it will take Slim or Meanie show him the light... lol

Let me beat them to the punch Barry..."Check the archives Kris!!!!"..LOL

Raw meat for Rick and the guys?

Were you and Kris on speaking terms before this or are you taking out some form of twisted retribution on him ?? ... also, please say you told him about the necessity of sending a cigar to each established member of the group so I won't have to do that ...

Warning...if he out bids me on something I want, I will have him tailed and eventually beaten by a band of drunken Mormon missionaries thirsty for blood. These freaks are ruthless and have no limits when it comes to sexual perversion and dismemberment. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Steve, your dedication to inflicting the guidelines is admirable. And for this newbie, one word about cello, and I will hand delivery him to those mormons.

don't worry, he will start out whining about overbidding, and maybe the boil on his bum, but that's a maybe.

Barry, I can just see it now...

(Fade from black): Typical office setting. People not real busy, but activity. Mix in some suit-types for effect.

Friend 1: Hey! Why ya lookin' so down?

Friend 2: Man, I'm busted,broke,heading for the big meal of govt. cheese.

Friend 1: What!?! What's goin' on man? You got a girl on the side?

Friend 2: Naw, nothing like that.

Friend 1: Stock market? It'll recover. Say, you didn't have anything on margin, did ya?

Friend 2: Naw.

Friend 1: You never told me that you had a gambling problem. In all the years I've known you, you could've hit me up for a pick or two.

Friend 2: I wish.

(Suit-Type comes casually strolling up looking at everyone working.)

Suit-Type: Ahhem! Friend 2, how's that report coming along?

Friend 2: I'll have it on your desk by COB.

Suit-Type: Good! Say, I might need you to come in Saturday. I'll let you know later. Nice shirt, is that new?

Friend 2: Let me know ASAP about this weekend, and it's an old shirt, but thanks.

(Suit-Type walks away and flags down someone else that dodged around a corner at the sight of him.)

Friend 1: He's such a jerk. Say, it's not booze or anything like that is it?

Friend 2: No man, I appreciate your concern, but dude I gotta tell ya since you turned me on to CigarBid.com my life has turned upside down. I met some people that I've traded with. I've had some fun in the forums. But, damnit! I can't keep out of the auctions. The prices! My credit card bill is near the max. I've got so many cigars that I had to move the cars outta the garage! Thanks a lot!

Friend 1: Man gotta know his limitations dude. I don't think it's my fault that you can't control yourself.

Friend 2: Yeah, like a junkie without a fix. I gotta go to lunch early today. Sam, the UPS driver is stopping by with a package, and he's going to bring some beer over later tonight. He's cool.

Friend 1: Yeah, whatever. Good luck bro.

(Fade to black)

Vibe,
to quote the king of the clones, "Rack 'em!" LOL

HUGE! HUGE! HUGE POSTER OF THE DAY!!

Steve, I informed him of the newbie requirements, but beware, I have gifted him with all of my dog rockets. he,he.
Barry