Speedy Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Geier: You need to look it up?? My god what is the Swedish education system coming too? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Alkiviadis: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Dalem is menopausal. I do NOT have a pouch. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by MrPeng: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Alkiviadis: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Dalem is menopausal. I do NOT have a pouch. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Sweet Feck All I can't believe I actually drove you to your door. I should have left you in a snowbank. I would have too, except that there are no snowbanks to be had. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by MrPeng: NAIL HIM UP!!!! NAIL HIM UP, I SAY! I've got some loverly lumber out behind the shed and a few rusty railroad spikes. Who's got a framer's square so we get the boards lined up right? Ah, Peng. Your hideousness completes me. In your honour, I will, this Easter, dig out of my closet my Single Religious Symbol. A number of years ago, me and my buddy Bob went out and purchased a 3 foot high, soft plushy fur, pink bunny stuffed toy. We then gathered wood from my folks' garage, gathered thorny limbs from the thickets below their house, and bought square headed nails from the local hardware store. Bob insisted that they had to be square headed nails. We nailed the lumber into a cross, and then we crucified the Easter Bunny. We wove the thorns into a crown to grace it's head. We used the square headed nails. As a crowning touch, we used red modeling paint to paint each paw, the bunny's forehead, and a narrow slit in the side. We even used the Bible to check out which side the 'spear wound' should be on. And for many, many Aprils thereafter, I used to hang the damn thing over my couch. A Catholic friend came over one time and said: You know, not much offends me. But that offends me! And then he started laughing. I stopped putting it up every Spring when I reached the point that the Center for Disease Control stopped letting me have other people into my apartment. Didn't seem much point. But, Peng, in your honour, the Bunny rides again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: ...Brad/Jen...Who are Brad/Jen? Or should I say who *was* Brad/Jen? Is this some way of naming one's first born? Or is this some new Eastern European sportscar? And why ought we to care about he/she/them/it? If I am to be expected to pull down my trusty flintlock and go riding off into the night, I demand to know the issues. And don't bleeding post a link to some crummy site that will have me clicking the reject buttons of cookies for half the night. Michael </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by MrPeng: NAIL HIM UP!!!! NAIL HIM UP, I SAY! I've got some loverly lumber out behind the shed and a few rusty railroad spikes. Who's got a framer's square so we get the boards lined up right? Ah, Peng. Your hideousness completes me. In your honour, I will, this Easter, dig out of my closet my Single Religious Symbol. A number of years ago, me and my buddy Bob went out and purchased a 3 foot high, soft plushy fur, pink bunny stuffed toy. We then gathered wood from my folks' garage, gathered thorny limbs from the thickets below their house, and bought square headed nails from the local hardware store. Bob insisted that they had to be square headed nails. We nailed the lumber into a cross, and then we crucified the Easter Bunny. We wove the thorns into a crown to grace it's head. We used the square headed nails. As a crowning touch, we used red modeling paint to paint each paw, the bunny's forehead, and a narrow slit in the side. We even used the Bible to check out which side the 'spear wound' should be on. And for many, many Aprils thereafter, I used to hang the damn thing over my couch. A Catholic friend came over one time and said: You know, not much offends me. But that offends me! And then he started laughing. I stopped putting it up every Spring when I reached the point that the Center for Disease Control stopped letting me have other people into my apartment. Didn't seem much point. But, Peng, in your honour, the Bunny rides again! </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Sweet Feck All I can't believe I actually drove you to your door. I should have left you in a snowbank. I would have too, except that there are no snowbanks to be had. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Now, in this case, I'm the Good One, and Dalem is a horrible, hated puddle of grade B dingo's urine.Grade B then ... so he passed his examination? I told him that if he studied hard and really applied himself he could do it. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: A theological question for you Oh Bard of the Pool ... when you nailed the bunny, did you place the nails in the hand or the wrist and why? Joe Well, you know...it's all a bit dim to me, now. I mean, I remember that we spent a long time reading the various major gospels, in order to get everything 'just right'. I mean, if you're going to crucify the Easter Bunny, you don't want it to look like you did it one Sunday afternoon in a mean, drunken frenzy. You want everyone who sees it to realize you spent a certain amount of thoughtful, considered effort on it. I believe we put the nails through either 'paw', and we used one nail to drive both 'feet' together into the cross (this was awkward, as soft, plushy bunny toys have rather thick and plushy limbs). Afterwards, of course, we sat in the living room drinking orange juice and throwing dice, and toasting Pontius Pilate, my second favourite character from the Bible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: A theological question for you Oh Bard of the Pool ... when you nailed the bunny, did you place the nails in the hand or the wrist and why? Joe Well, you know...it's all a bit dim to me, now. I mean, I remember that we spent a long time reading the various major gospels, in order to get everything 'just right'. I mean, if you're going to crucify the Easter Bunny, you don't want it to look like you did it one Sunday afternoon in a mean, drunken frenzy. You want everyone who sees it to realize you spent a certain amount of thoughtful, considered effort on it. I believe we put the nails through either 'paw', and we used one nail to drive both 'feet' together into the cross (this was awkward, as soft, plushy bunny toys have rather thick and plushy limbs). Afterwards, of course, we sat in the living room drinking orange juice and throwing dice, and toasting Pontius Pilate, my second favourite character from the Bible. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Why do I get the feeling that this series of posts will be held against me some day? Joe What are you worried about? I'm the one who actually has a crucified Easter Bunny in his apartment! We used to get complaints because the window directly across from the couch is directly in line with the living room window of the building next door, and the people there used to complain about the fact that they could see it whenever they watched television, and it...upset them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 And now, just because I'm feeling a bit introspective, a melancholy singsong! The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keep his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret only Margaret knows When Amsterdam is golden in the morning Margaret brings him breakfast She believes him He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow He's mad as he can be but Margaret only sees that sometimes Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes His cap and coat are patched with love That Margaret sewed in Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam He watches tugboats down canals And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain 'Til Margaret comes to take him home again Through unforgiving streets That trip him though she holds his arm Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me The windmills whirl the winter in She winds his muffler tighter, They sit in the kitchen Some tea with whisky keeps away the dew He sees her for a moment, calls her name She makes the bed up humming some old love song She learned it when the tune was very new He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me The Dutchman -Michael Smith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: But, Peng, in your honour, the Bunny rides again! You just can't keep a crucified bunny down. Got pictures? Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: But, Peng, in your honour, the Bunny rides again! You just can't keep a crucified bunny down. Got pictures? Mace </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
v42below Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 A gnome nailing a bunny? Some really sick people would pay big bucks to see that! ...why is every body looking at me? *backs out of the room slowly* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Man, I hate Dalem. Did I mention that everything that's wrong with this country can be traced to him? He's fraying the very fabric of our national culture... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Michael Emrys: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: ...Brad/Jen...Who are Brad/Jen? Or should I say who *was* Brad/Jen? Is this some way of naming one's first born? Or is this some new Eastern European sportscar? And why ought we to care about he/she/them/it? If I am to be expected to pull down my trusty flintlock and go riding off into the night, I demand to know the issues. And don't bleeding post a link to some crummy site that will have me clicking the reject buttons of cookies for half the night. Michael </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Geier: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by YK2: We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry.... And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry... Without any Googling. From the Hunky Dory album. "Kooks" is it? One of my favorite songs, used to sing it to my son until he learned to say "stop". Written for Zowie after his birth if I recall correctly. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geier Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by stikkypixie: Congratulations, you've just become responsible for loss of income to David Bowie. Every little bit helps in my opinion. And that is the only opinion worth a damn around here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 I haven't had time to mention that Seanachai's apparently leaderless German troops are being slaughtered on the battlefield as if they were cattle being herded into an abbatoir, “The hand of God and mankind's self-inflicted blows seem equally heavy... giving a strong cumulative impression of the world as an abattoir” Well.... Seanachai's world that's for sure. As for my other games....well...er...I'm not doing so hot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Why do I get the feeling that this series of posts will be held against me some day? Joe Perhaps it is because you hath taken part in the prejudicizing of the ‘religiously inclined’ & that is surely a poor deal. I’m not talking about any of those false religions of course, mock away at will; heck if it was only those involved I’d join ya. However I feel it was the ‘religiously inclined’ who were most grievously insulted… this is a direct threat to my attempt to create a true religion, a religion of Peng himself (although his lordships visits are most blessedful it does grate somewhat when he is around, if the God is here all the time who needs the Messiah some would ask). Still a picture of the Easter bunny crucified would be cool (plus I’m sure the American department of homeland security would be very interested). V41lowshmuck wrote... ...why is every body looking at me? *backs out of the room slowly* If there’s one thing that annoys me more than a feckless Oddstralian cockroach whose false credentials were bestowed on him when the Justicar was nought but a weak willed fool (concerning those credentials, now that the Queen has disowned him {and rightfully of course}, should he really count {I use the term in the most contemptuous way possible of course} as a squire anymore… who is he a squire to?) then it’s a feckless, Oddstralian cockroach whose false credentials were bestowed upon him when the Justicar was nought but a weak willed fool AND who has a super inflated ego. No-one is looking at you ya disgusting little ‘false step into what seemed like firm ground but has now turned out to be a steaming pile of canine faecal matter’… They are looking at Peng (& me). Now please continue ‘backing out of the room’ (such a noble way of putting ‘flees from the room as brick after holy brick is unleashed’) I wouldn’t want to disturb you in a task that you are uniquely qualified for… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 13, 2005 Author Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: So I can't be having with people coming in here, and randomly hating people for stupid ****e. Oh, stop it already! Look, although you may be pale enough and doughy enough to pass for one of the dentally challenged denizens of the U.K., we all know you're just a whispy haired Minnesotan, so you might as well start sounding like it. Pepper your speech with plenty of "ders, dems" and "yahs". And would it kill you to mention tuna hot dishes once in awhile? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Afterwards, of course, we sat in the living room drinking orange juice and throwing dice, and toasting Pontius Pilate, my second favourite character from the Bible. So you kept the racy poster of Salome in the bedroom, eh? Religious wanker... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted January 13, 2005 Share Posted January 13, 2005 I just had a deja vu (flashback), whatever....went outside the building for a smoke, walked down the sidewalk...a lot of plants nearby (its like a Garden of Eden in the summer, very nice landscaping around here), with the fog, and light mist falling plus, the smell of wet ground, the chill of dampness in the air......whooosh Con Thien 1967!!!!!...funny how that happens. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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