Seanachai

<big>Dram #4</big> Corn fed roots?! You bugger! Familiarity with 'trailer parks', eh? Take any Minnesota lake covered with ice fishing houses filled with drunken bubbas, and you essentially have any city in Northern Ohio writ small.

Very clever, but not all of us live near Walton's Mountain. Good grief. Compared to you the Children of the Corn were positively urbane. </font>

I'll give you 'Stevie', you ol' bastard! How you been?! Stevie. Right. Maybe I should call you Bobbie? Nah, you'll always be Boo to me!

<big>Dram #3</big> R Leete! Boo! How are you guys?! Great to see you! Have I ever told you my secret for successful drunk driving?! Believe me, lads, I've never had anything but pain driving on the street! And the sidewalks aren't any better!

Milady and Queen, I am the Best. I will share with all of you, feeling a bit expansive after my second dram, my secret driving technique while inebriated: Always drive in the ditch. There is far less traffic there, for one thing. And, should by some strange chance you encounter a pedestrian, they don't make the mistake of thinking that you're likely to do the right thing or give them the right of way. When they encounter a car barreling down the ditch at 55 mph with it's lights off, you can bet the buggers scramble to get out of the way. Driving in the ditch takes you off the International Police Radar. They are busy looking for drunken lunatics on the roadways, not gliding like a maddened water buffalo down the roadside ditch.

shocked horror and loathing 'STEVIE'?!!! I'll do you for that one, Irisher!

<big>Dram #2</big> Emma, Lady and Queen! I did not realize that you had entered the rarified heights that I, myself occupy, and were in a position to drink for your country! Fear not, however, for I am the best driver in all of North America under such circumstances! [ December 26, 2003, 08:51 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

It does you credit to drink such a lady-like concoction. I'm sure it's very...nice. Merry Christmas, Persephone! And a Happy New Year!

<big>Dram #1</big> Hmm. It's very quiet in here tonight. Perhaps everyone over-indulged yesterday and is now busy sleeping it off. I feel aglow. Warm and slightly friendly. Thank God that part wears off quickly.

Everything he says is so...so logical, so clear. Makes you want to give him a smack, doesn't it? I'm sorry to miss the Early War because I think it would play out in very interesting ways, but the fact that CMBB and CMAK covers some of the early war equipment and such goes a long way towards easing the loss. I look forward eagerly to the New Engine. Or at least I would if I could focus further into the future than next week. But I bet two years or so from now I'm really, really excited!

You're with me then, Boo? I knew you'd be a good fellow! Glasses high, now, man! prolonged glug-glug noise

It was never my intention to neglect a 'Merry Christmas' to the Cesspool's own Justicar. No, it was simply that it took a few days to round up the proper libation with which to toast him. Here, Joe, take this tumbler...never mind the colour, you know what they say, 'absinthe makes the heart grow fonder'. No, no, don't drink yet! Now, half this little vial goes in your glass, thusly. Yup, something new out of the rainforest...heard about it from a friend who's a Xenobotanist...stir it up good...it'll actually cover that nasty anise flavour, believe it or not. Sláinte! You've got about an hour of coherency, so you might want to run around and disconnect the phones and lock the carkeys up somewhere complicated. Oh, and don't worry about buying libations for New Year's. You're probably set now until sometime the morning of the 2nd. You've done a fine job, Joe. Say hello to Don Coyote for me.

Ah'm just sittin' down to knock back aroond 10 or 12 'Royal Drams'. Who's with me, then? Who goes with Fergus?

Sleep well, and sleep soundly, oh thou Cesspoolers! For we have watched over you all this night. Your Queen. The Olde Ones And those fecking Aussies. All of us. You were never alone. You are never alone. We are always with you. Now, someone piss off and fetch me an ale.

Of course, you miserable leftover from the construction of hell. I got his CD as soon as it came out, 6 years ago. Proclaimed the man the next Dylan. And then what? He fecking disappeared on me, that's what! I was expecting him to lead the Twelfth Tribe of Israel out of darkness and into the light, but Nooooooooo! He can't be bloody bothered. No better than an Aussie, if you ask me! </font>

Radio Free Peng! Radio Free Peng! Send it home, lads and lassies! Send it home! We will always be there. We are where they want to be. We were here, and we will always be here.

Louis Farrakhan should have married Phyllis Diller Louis Farrakhan should have married Phyllis Diller Louis Farrakhan should have married Phyllis Diller... Emrys, you horrible whore's get. You actually know of Dan Bern?! I shall have to resume my assumption of being your Mortal Enemy.

Oh dear. Are we certain this is the 'Master Goodale' thread? It just doesn't seem...hmm, I don't know. Right? How about a jolly Goodaler sing-song? I saw the best of my generation playing pinball Maked up and caked up and lookin' like some kind of china doll With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold As they stood up in front of a rock and roll band And always moving upward and ever upward To this gentle golden promised land With the smartest of them all moonlighting as a word processor And the strongest of them all checking ID's outside saloons And the prettiest of them all taking off her clothes In front of men whose eyes look like they were in some Little hick town near Omaha watching the police chief Run his car off the side of a bridge I saw men with dreams like the ones I'd had Beg quarters outside the 7-11 Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore Then the mailboxes I'd passed 'cept that sometimes I'd put something in the mailbox I'd had the wind at my back Now I felt it cold in my face And for an awful long time now you were the only one who ever Called me late at night and I really never noticed till after You stopped calling and the emptiness, silence got so heavy Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland I saw dead Marilyn Monroe strung up on every street corner In Hollywood like some two bit whore offering a discount rate And I wondered how Joe Dimagio (sp??) felt I saw dead James Dean's ghost wandering the sidewalk Looking troubled and I wondered how his mama felt I saw signs that said head shots done for cheap Signs that said extras wanted top dollars paid Signs for haircuts signs for manicures and Signs for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialists Signs for cosmetic surgery and signs for assertiveness training And I stopped to read them all And every single block looked like every single block Looked like every single block looked like every single block Looked like every single block but you kept driving Cause everyone else kept driving and cause gridlock Is evil and not knowing your way is evil And those that had money looked good but weren't too happy And those who didn't have money didn't look so good And weren't too happy either and in a city of three million two hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred eighty four Everyone was lonely Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland And I watched as everyone I knew spent their lives Trying to be watched on a stage or watched on a film Or listened to on a record and they thought well maybe That way I could get a little love out of this life And I watched as the best of my generation abandoned their dreams And settled for making a little money And I watched TV and read the papers and listened to the radio And made all the fancy scenes and said all the right words And wore all the right clothes and knew the names of the hip people But I still felt out of touch so I stopped watching TV And reading the papers and listening to the radio And making the fancy scenes and saying the right words And wearing the right clothes and knowing the names of the hip people And I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymore And I felt you slipping away, and I felt myself slipping from you And I wanted more than anything else for it to rain for one Whole day like it used to but all there ever was was sun Relentless sun hot beating sun and everyone wore their Sunglasses and walked around like flies under a magnifying glass With their eyes removed Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland The Wasteland -Dan Bern

Oh, deary, deary me! This must be the new 'Master Goodale' thread! Is this where all the new Cheery Waffles should post?

Thank you all, and tune in again when the Peng Challenge Thread Players present: The Goodaler Thread, or, As You Lick It.

Thank you all, and tune in again when the Peng Challenge Thread Players present: The Goodaler Thread, or, As You Lick It.

AAaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *backs away in fear* MAKE THE BAD MAN ...ERR WOMAN ...ERR MAN? STOP! </font>

AAaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *backs away in fear* MAKE THE BAD MAN ...ERR WOMAN ...ERR MAN? STOP! </font>

OH, YEAH! IT'LL ALWAYS TAKE TWO OF YOU BUGGERS TO HAVE A GO AT ONE OF ME! BRING IT ON, YA' DINGO LIKKERS! I GOT YOUR 'HAPPY HOLIDAYS' ROIGHT HERE, YOU AUSSIE BERK!

OH, YEAH! IT'LL ALWAYS TAKE TWO OF YOU BUGGERS TO HAVE A GO AT ONE OF ME! BRING IT ON, YA' DINGO LIKKERS! I GOT YOUR 'HAPPY HOLIDAYS' ROIGHT HERE, YOU AUSSIE BERK!