MrPeng Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by juan_gigante: So, Yeknodathon, do you know what they put in the water where you live? Because that last post made so little sense. That was the kind of raving you hear from crazy dudes on the street. What part dint you unnerstand? He was merely wondering if ties made of concrete can float in the air, when cement galoshes are a purported mob method of sending rivals and others to the bottom of bodies of water so's they dasn't float you see. Something wot dasn't float in water (concrete) is not likely to float in air regardless of its sartorial configuration. It was a metaphysical sort of quandry our Donkey was pondering, which when one get's physical can lead one's thoughts toward the abomination known as O N J whom, as you may be aware "sang" a song of that name. He then ties it all together rather concretely with the end bit about how any (inferred) ill-treatment by organized mob members would be much too good for the likes of her. So, is it all perfectly clear for you now? Please pay attention next time, as I'm not in the habit of providing this service. Especially not to yet another reincarnation of GF. Now, Go away a lot. Donkey, back to the paddock now and you can have a nice bit of thistle and forget about the bad woman from Ozzieland. [ July 20, 2005, 08:18 PM: Message edited by: MrPeng ] 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon: ... wanton Jezebel strutting around on lithesome thighs and general cavorting around between wholely unneccessary and quite lurid body postures... Go on. </font> 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by MrPeng: He was merely wondering if ties made of concrete can float in the air, when cement galoshes are a purported mob method of sending rivals and others to the bottom of bodies of water so's they dasn't float you see. Something wot dasn't float in water (concrete) is not likely to float in air regardless of its sartorial configuration. It was a metaphysical sort of quandry our Donkey was pondering, which when one get's physical can lead one's thoughts toward the abomination known as O N J whom, as you may be aware "sang" a song of that name. He then ties it all together rather concretely with the end bit about how any (inferred) ill-treatment by organized mob members would be much too good for the likes of her. So, is it all perfectly clear for you now? Please pay attention next time, as I'm not in the habit of providing this service. Especially not to yet another reincarnation of GF. Now, Go away a lot. Donkey, back to the paddock now and you can have a nice bit of thistle and forget about the bad woman from Ozzieland. Eh? ... and although it was a fair summary of me ponderings I don't think it quite encapsulated the intellectual rigour and difficult mental ruminations one had to engage to make some very obvious points. And that is not the least of it. No. One has to factor in me distress. Yes, great, round globulets of jaw-janking distress. If one isn't moved to hurl vegetable chunks at the thought of O N J's body perspiring in some gawd-awful work out video pumping wotnot on a bench for all she's worth one really must have to consider me sensitive state of mind being senselessly ravaged dealing with that feckless twit droning on about Frank bleedin' Sinatra when we could ALL be uplifted by Bjork. [ July 20, 2005, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ] 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by juan_gigante: . That is to be expected in a place such as this. But you dare insult Frank Sinatra? C'mon, the man was only the greatest entertainer of all time! BLUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!!! *projectile vomits* but I shall brook no more cheap shots at Frank. *wipes mouth, then projectile vomits again* BLUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!!! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon: ... wanton Jezebel strutting around on lithesome thighs and general cavorting around between wholely unneccessary and quite lurid body postures... Go on. </font> 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Mace: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by juan_gigante: . That is to be expected in a place such as this. But you dare insult Frank Sinatra? C'mon, the man was only the greatest entertainer of all time! BLUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!!! *projectile vomits* but I shall brook no more cheap shots at Frank. *wipes mouth, then projectile vomits again* BLUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!!! </font> 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Noba: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon: ... wanton Jezebel strutting around on lithesome thighs and general cavorting around between wholely unneccessary and quite lurid body postures... Go on. </font> 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Yeknodathon: the thought of O N J's body perspiring in some gawd-awful work out video pumping wotnot on a bench for all she's worth No more Viagra for the Donkey, methinks. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
juan_gigante Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 You fellas can merely consider me some form of the famed "Montezuma's Revenge". After all, if you're vomiting and I ain't (and I ain't at the moment), then I think that I have succeeded in at least one of my goals. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 I think I've trod in a Quetzalcoatl... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 That can be a real pain in the Aztec. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 *snort* I shall play cards to distract me from the smell. One whist I adore. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Boo Radley: That can be a real pain in the Aztec. Oh please, don't try to Yucatan it up. You Maya's well just forget it. Joe 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley: That can be a real pain in the Aztec. Oh please, don't try to Yucatan it up. You Maya's well just forget it. Joe </font> 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Sound the llama, sound the llama, Joe's about! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Cancun guys just stop it? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 Originally posted by Boo Radley: Oh, of Cortez you would adopt that kind of attitude. You're really starting to Pizarro me off. Who means sucky mice? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patchy Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 Aspire ratones 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 Originally posted by Yeknodathon: *snort* I shall play cards to distract me from the smell. One whist I adore. Okay, all the recent halfwitted puns left me cold. But this...somehow, it spoke to me! Of course, when I paid more attention to what was being said, it was the usual: KILL THE DONKEY! HURT HIM! CRUSH HIM! BRUTALIZE HIM! My Inner Voice has 'anger issues'. That's preferable, I guess, to you lot of tossers, whose Inner Voice has 'intelligence issues'. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 I just got back from a Brew Pub. There, I met with many interesting individuals. Many of them hung on my every word. Of course, they were desperately young and foolish. I think the fact that an old man like myself, who has led a very bad life, is still alive, captivated them. Silly buggers. Who's for a jolly singsong, then, eh? Well, when you’re sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well I hope you won’t see me In my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down little susie, take me down I know you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave Well, when you’re sitting back In your rose pink cadillac Making bets on kentucky derby day I’ll be in my basement room With a needle and a spoon And another girl to take my pain away Take me down little susie, take me down I know you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little susie, take me down I know you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the us mail Say it with dead flowers at my wedding And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave No I won’t forget to put roses on your grave 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: I just got back from a Brew Pub. There, I met with many interesting individuals. Many of them hung on my every word. Of course, they were desperately young and foolish. I think the fact that an old man like myself, who has led a very bad life, is still alive, captivated them. I shoulda gone with you. I got nothing productive done tonight. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: I shoulda gone with you. I got nothing productive done tonight. Yeah, you shoulda. There were even unattached women there. And that place has a full bar. The place even brews its own barley wine. Ummm...23% alcohol...tasted like port. Or chicken, depending on your want... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: My Inner Voice has 'anger issues'. Well, that's because it's stuck talking to you. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 I´ve got you under my skin. I´ve got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart that you´re really a part of me. I´ve got you under my skin. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moraine Sedai Posted July 22, 2005 Share Posted July 22, 2005 They have creams for that, y'know. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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