athkatla Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 A song for the ladies:- (Chorus) I'll tell me ma when I get home That the boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair and they steal my comb But that's alright until I get home She is handsome She is pretty She is the girl from Dublin City She's been a courting 1-2-3 Please won't you tell me who is she Sorry, don't know the words to any of the verses Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 **** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI *** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patchy Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by YK2: **** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI *** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI! Persephone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patchy Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by athkatla: A song for the ladies:- (Chorus) I'll tell me ma when I get home That the boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair and they steal my comb But that's alright until I get home She is handsome She is pretty She is the girl from Dublin City She's been a courting 1-2-3 Please won't you tell me who is she Sorry, don't know the words to any of the verses Hey Athkatla, How about a birthday song for Berli! Persephone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gaylord Focker Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 This one's for you Berli , made possible by SNL. (singng) Birthday Birthday Birthday for you It's hard to believe another year is through Slipping through the mists of time Cosmic traveler with mirror eyes Does appear from the queen, his mother's thighs Blood slick and with purple skin The babe does emerge from her vagina within While the mother screams like a witch; like a bitch Happy Birthday (spoken) Stare into the cold light of life You will see it again You will see it again Chorus: (singing) And what is this cold dark world Upon whose shores I'm so rudely thrust Glov-ed hand of the mad man delivers a smack Unkind, Unjust Berli : Father, is that you, through clouds of the cosmos blue It's a boy It's a girl It's a soul Or is it Hahahaha (spoken) Mother, is that you? It's my birthday. Crone: I have a secret for your ear, not your eye The moment you are born, you begin to die Berli: Crone, be gone! Crone: Away! Fulfill your destiny, unwind the clock. Happy Birthday. Berli: Thou knowest me not! With this sword I cleve thee into the world Through the stormy deep the babe is hurled Tetragravton! Chorus: (singing) Happy Birthday (repeated) Berli: (spoken) Abraxis! Abraxis! I give myself to thee! No! Why this shattered life? Why was I born of woman? Hideous vision, what wouldst thou with me? Eternity: Happy Birthday. Berli: Weary traveler, who are you? Eternity: I'm Eternity. Berli: Wilst thou not let me pass on this journey? Eternity: (singing) If you answer me this riddle, then Ascot's treasure shall be thine In the name of Thor Who is your father Who is your mother What is the answer Mortal speak Berli: No, can it be The answer that you seek is... It's me It's me It's me Happy Birthday [ November 24, 2002, 11:03 AM: Message edited by: Gaylord Focker ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Gaylord Focker: Well i'm building a girlfriend for Christmas!Yeah well, who didn't suspect that right from the beginning. Oh, and my condolences to Berli on his birthday. You're not getting older, you're...wait a minute. Who are we trying to kid? You are getting older. So sad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Panzer Leader Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 One Foot in the Grave There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long as the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave Well, I was sittin' at home, cookin' up a steak Satan came down, dressed like a snake Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone Woo! Woo! Happy Berlithday! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
athkatla Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 A Song for Berli BY BOB DYLAN May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. [ November 24, 2002, 12:25 PM: Message edited by: athkatla ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrSpkr Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Gaylord Focker: what the hell am i talking about are you not wondering?Actually, I never give it a second thought. Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Happy Birthday Berli ... I'd go on but the muse is absent right now. As to the Tourney, let's what this WineBottleCap chap proposes and we'll see. No doubt he'll be going on and on about this map or that force balance and such nonsense. Thank GAWD that there's someone here (i.e. ME) to put him right about such things. Hmmmm ... you lads ever hear about a type of golf tourney in which you can only use ONE club for the entire round? Hmmmmm ... forces to be as close to a given point total without going over but MUST be of one purchase only. In other words you click ONCE on the purchase screen and there you are. Say ... 500 points perhaps? You can play with the force nationality, type or quality all you like, but one purchase only. And let's for Gawd's sake get it over with, say 20 turns ... less if it's a smaller map. Random everything else of course, just to add spice to the thing. Silly, immature and pointless you say ... well thank you I DO try. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herr Oberst Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by YK2: **** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI *** Jeez... what is he? Like a bazillion? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Herr Oberst: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by YK2: **** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI *** Jeez... what is he? Like a bazillion?</font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Panzer Leader Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: As to the Tourney... oh boy. Hmmmm ... and so it begins... Say ... endless, interminable, garbled jarbling aboot various rules, constraints, handicaps, putting records, etc and etc. JoeOh, Christ, here we go with the rules, the bickering, the endless debate, the packing up of toys and stomping off to home. This could get ugly. My only demand is that, come what may, I still end up with a bottle o fine wine. [ November 24, 2002, 03:47 PM: Message edited by: Panzer Leader ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Panzer Leader: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: As to the Tourney... oh boy. Hmmmm ... and so it begins... Say ... endless, interminable, garbled jarbling aboot various rules, constraints, handicaps, putting records, etc and etc. JoeOh, Christ, here we go with the rules, the bickering, the endless debate, the packing up of toys and stomping off to home. This could get ugly. My only demand is that, come what may, I still end up with a bottle o fine wine.</font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by YK2: ...{snipped} ... Nahhhhhhhhh he's Berli and he's one of the olde ones not quite as old as Joe but still an Olde one. He's also the Evil One and it's his birthday, good enough reason to celebrate eh?Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli. Joe p.s. And SOME women like older men too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by YK2: ...{snipped} ... Nahhhhhhhhh he's Berli and he's one of the olde ones not quite as old as Joe but still an Olde one. He's also the Evil One and it's his birthday, good enough reason to celebrate eh?Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli. Joe p.s. And SOME women like older men too.</font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snarker Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: Not as old as Joe is it? And how, pray tell, would you know how old I am? Further are you quite certain that I'm the oldest CessPooler? Even further still even if I AM older than Berli and I do not for a moment concede that, I would submit that I don't LOOK like I'm older due to the wanton and dissolute lifestyle of Berli. Joe p.s. And SOME women like older men too.Translation: Joe says he is older than Berli. Last line is the giveaway. Oh, Anna Nicole Smith is available again you old sot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 Originally posted by Snarker: ... {snipped} ... Translation: Joe says he is older than Berli. Last line is the giveaway. ... {snipped} ... Ah Snorker ... you're just too quick for us. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted November 24, 2002 Share Posted November 24, 2002 [and from the deeper recesses of a large bush shuffling is heard among some muttering] *sniff* I can see a rhinoceros Yeknod [ November 24, 2002, 04:44 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hakko Ichiu Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 Originally posted by YK2: **** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERLI *** How about a jolly singsong then: Up high upon a lonely moor A widow lived alone In an inn she kept and while she slept the pillows heard her moan For many's the time a traveler Has spent the night with me But there's not a man in all creation Gives content to me For some can manage once or twice Some make three or four What seems to be a rarity Is the man who can do more I'd give anything to find him In heaven or in hell And while the words were spoken then She heard the front door bell Cho: And the wind blew cold and lonely All across that widow's moor And she never ever turned away A traveler from her door Then boldly the widow she went downstairs And the door she opened wide And as she did a tall and handsome Stranger stepped inside She gave him bread and brandy And after he was fed He said My dear, well have no fear It's time to go to bed For I heard you call way down below And I've come to see you right But you must come to hell with me If I can last the night She said You randy devil! To this bargain I'm agreed For hell on earth or hell in hell It's all the same to me Then the devil and the widow they jumped in bed And the devil was working well And he thought before this night was through She'd be his in hell But when they got to number nine The widow cried Encore! And when the twelfth time came around She still called out for more At twenty-five the devil thought He had to take a rest But the widow still said Come raise yer head And put me to the test At sixty-nine the widow laughed Again, again she cried And the devil declared Well I can see Just how your husband died At niney-nine the devil he Began to cry and weep Oh I will give you anything Just let me go to sleep Before the morning light was on The devil hobbled home And the widow still unsatisfied Once more was left alone She lay there and she grumbled And she thought of niney-nine If only that old devil could Have made it one more time I'll call him up again tonight And see what can be done With a bit of application we Could make it to the ton But when she called him up that night No devil he did appear For the first time in eternity The old devil he shook with fear Of all the pain and torment I've witnessed here in hell I never knew what pain was 'till I rang your front doorbell Happy Happy Happy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Berli you friggen jarhead. Marines dont grow older, just meaner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moriarty Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 Berli's had another birthday? Well here's a heartfelt wish: Sod off, ya git. [ November 24, 2002, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: Moriarty ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: As to the Tourney, (All sorts of anal, suck-the-fun-out-of-life rules and what not, SNIPPED.) JoeJoe? Why is it always "Oh, you can have fun, but it's got to be very strictly regimented, by my very own set of arcane guidelines or NO ONE CAN PLAY!"? Were you a Franciscan nun in another life? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrSpkr Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 Originally posted by Boo_Radley: Maybe he's confusing "Combat Mission" with "Combat Marriage"? It would explain a great deal. Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BFCElvis Posted November 25, 2002 Share Posted November 25, 2002 Wankers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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