stikkypixie Posted December 6, 2005 Share Posted December 6, 2005 Originally posted by Nidan1: Zing een lied. One for the ladies In the high pitched voice: My life is brilliant Mine of the spear I saw an angel The am sure Just got me on the subway She was a modem and But I will go to sleep on that Because I have a plan You’re beautiful European for full, it’s true A sign your face crowded place And I don’t know what to do Because I will never be with you You should cut my time As we walked on by She could see from my face that I was For King High And I don’t think I’ll see her again But they share the moment that well as fill the end You are beautiful Your beautiful It’s true and I saw your face in a crowded place And I don’t know what to do The summit will be with you You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful little You’re beautiful it’s true There must be an angel with a smile face But it’s time to face the truth I will never be with you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 One for Seanachai: You're a toad That's all I have so far. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by Speedy: Now, now just because they're as old as you doesn't mean it's going to be an entirly bad thing. It's not like they're as old as Joe is it. Cripes, not even the Rolling Stones are as old as PShaw! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
juan_gigante Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 How about those Seahawks, that's the thought at hand. Second best in the NFL, and people are still saying that it's luck. Can anybody else wait until the Indy-Seahawks game? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by MrPeng: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Speedy: Now, now just because they're as old as you doesn't mean it's going to be an entirly bad thing. It's not like they're as old as Joe is it. Cripes, not even the Rolling Stones are as old as PShaw! </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Dalem...well, Dalem is Denny Crane. William Shatner is currently reprising the role of 'Dalem' under the pseudonym of 'Denny Crane' on the Television show 'Boston Legal'. And I? I have come to the realization that I am America's last Conservative. In fact, I am the last, true American still posting on this Thread, if not, in fact, on this Forum. The rest of that Neo-Con lot of whores should take their 'sealed, non-competitive bids', and their attempts at a 'New and Ever More Fecking Dim Monarchy', and shove off! I stand before you as the Last True Conservative American. In the late 1700s we fought a war here, in the New World, to rid ourselves of the tyranny of an hereditary aristocracy whose only concern was their own power and privilege, for whom America was just another opportunity to coin money! 'Nae Kings, Nae Queens, Nae Lords! We don't get fooled agin!" I hereby open the Peng Challenge Thread to the impress of anarchy. Apologies to the Justicariate. A little Revolution is often good for the soul of a people, although it is often hard on their institutions, as well as the privileges of their masters. LET'S HERE FROM YOU LOT OF TOSSERS! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Damn it, I'm having trouble getting this torch lit... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by NG cavscout: And where is the Gnome? I desire a song from Seanachai, something catchy and light hearted, so he can dance a jig as he sings it. Well, first, something bitter-sweet, and for the requester... He is skating on a river That's been frozen since December He's a soldier on a river off to war And he just received his orders They're in his pocket with his quarters But they never cut his leave like this before And his buddies know he's crazy But They'll meet him by the bridge And he has the light of more than half the moon He skated nights when he was younger Though he always knew the danger But it seems so much is here and gone so soon And the ice talks to the river And the geese talk to themselves Will they fly all night if there's no place to land? A place to land is open water And open water he can't use When it's hard enough to find a place to stand When the ice gives in beneath you You know it changes how you dream And you will never be the same again He's going where there is no winter The only ice is in his veins He may kill someone who's face he'll never see He always knew he'd be a soldier Since his parents could remember Now he's skating down this temporary road He is skating on a river That's been frozen since December He's a soldier on a river off to war 'Temporary Road' -John Gorka And now, for a light-hearted singsong to send your wee arse off to bed, sodjer! Sit down by the fire And I’ll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone’s sleeping And you wish you were out here instead It isn’t the mice in the wall It isn’t the wind in the well But each night they march Out of that hole in the wall Passing through on their way Out of hell They’re the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field And they dance on the rain And they dance on the wind They tap on the window When no-one is in And if ever you see them Pretend that you’re dead Or they’ll bite off your head They’ll rip out your liver And dance on your neck They dance on your head They dance on your chest They give you the cramp And the cholic for jest They’re the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field They play on the wind They sing on the rain They dance on your eyes They dance in your brain Remember this place It is damp and it’s cold The best place on earth But it’s dark and it’s old So lie near the wall And cover your head Good night and God bless, Now **** off to bed 'Sit Down By the Fire' -The Pogues Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by juan_gigante: Can anybody else wait until the Indy-Seahawks game? I could be bound inside a nut-shell, and it would be an entire Universe compared to the hamster wheel of non-entity that you're currently furiously spinning... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: One for Seanachai: You're a toad That's all I have so far. I'd make mock with the fact that I've run over things that were more erudite than you, but that would belittle the memory of the various gophers, porcupines and skunks that were so mentally and physically incompetent that even my best efforts to dodge them weren't enough. Face it, Dalem, you simply long for my approval. You have it, lad. I approve of you, Dalem. Why? Because I believe that, however slowly the wheels of Evolution might grind, they grind exceedingly fine. And you have no children. So the System is working. Now fetch me a rum&other, you whore, and put on a movie for my amusement. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: Damn it, I'm having trouble getting this torch lit... Try it with napalm.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Not that we like the smell of Seanachai in the morning.......or even know what a Seanachai actually does smell like in the morning.....except for Boo of course, but thats another story...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 You know, when you get right down to it, most of you lot couldn't insult your way into an arrest with a drink in either hand and a pile of pedestrians on the hood of your car. Giving ****e to you bunch of tossers is like grooming and arranging bows on toy poodles for a dog fight. I Challenge each and every one of you useless pillocks to an Exchange of Insults! Roight! Who'll be first, then? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SSgt Viljuri Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 I think you are quite ordinary, Seanachai. No ups or downs. Just an average man and so on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by stikkypixie: I just spend the whole training my words speech recognition program, so that I can sing in my sing-a-longs instead of typing them. That should break it. Maybe even cause your computer to spontaneously combust in sheer indignant revulsion. Do it. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by juan_gigante: How about those Seahawks, that's the thought at hand. Second best in the NFL, and people are still saying that it's luck. Can anybody else wait until the Indy-Seahawks game? Second best? Gee, that's good news. I watched them play a game early in the season and they looked pathetic. I wouldn't have predicted that they would do better than break even. Well I 'm glad they pulled their act together. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 A single verse of a very good song: Go Take a sister then By the hand Lead her away From this foreign land Far away Where we might laugh again We are leaving You don't need us "Wooden Ships" —David Crosby and Steven Stills Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by SSgt Viljuri: I think you are quite ordinary, Seanachai. No ups or downs. Just an average man and so on. Am I not just that, then? Ordinary is the very best description you could use for me. I'm just a guy. Registered voter, almost tax-payer, never convicted drug-user (mostly), pre-eminent all-round likable guy. Who slept with your mum. How many times do I have to tell you, Viljuris? I'm your father. The northern stars were bright; it was a night of passion. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TURN TO THE DARK-SIDE, YOU FINNISH BASTARD, AND START KISSING UP TO THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION, AND ACKNOWLEDGE ME, YOUR OWN DAD?! Look, lad. There's a certain amount of shame in acknowledging that a DNA test would force you to call me 'Vater', or whatever you Arctic Circle cell-phone creating elves use as a language. But it's your shame. Embrace it, and move on. Now, come give me a hug, and tell me how many Russians your maternal ancestors (you can skip over the achievements of your supposed 'paternal' ancestors), killed in the Great War to Make Finland European. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SSgt Viljuri Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 I was once commenting a play of my friend, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was: "It was quite nice" ("ihan kiva" in Finnish). The outburst I received as a "thank you very much, but could you piss off", made me think that artistic people (along with gnomes, elves or lepricons) don't like very much about "middle of the road" characterizations. So there I was reading these mindless drivels and thinking, why not put my belief to a test? To be honest, I'm a little bit disappointed. I expected more. Well, well. My maternal grandpa was a sergeant doing a deskjob at the home front. So no real action for him. But my paternal grandpa was a true frontline soldier, and probably saw what's about. Saddly, he wasn't willing to tell anything about his experiences, apart from where he served. The Great War, that's another matter, since Finland's right to participate was being denied by the jury (surely we all should know the difference between the ww2 and ww1?). However, we managed to have our own competition, so we didn't felt that left out. What comes to that, paternal side was neutral and maternal side was white. So there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Viljuri, why don't you have your damn email in your freaking profile, eh? Eh?! Bloody Finns drive me right up the wall. The wall, do you hear? Right up the wall! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 I'm for bed, me. Last night I dreamt that Boo Radley was trying to teach the alphabet to a monkey with flash-cards. What the hell is that about, I ask you?! Tonight, it's 2 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit. Finns, Ohioans...why do I get up in the morning? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Speedy Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Night, night Seanachiipooh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: One for Seanachai: You're a toad That's all I have so far. Hmm… Have you considered choad for the next line? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 7, 2005 Author Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: I'm for bed, me. Last night I dreamt that Boo Radley was trying to teach the alphabet to a monkey with flash-cards. What the hell is that about, I ask you?! Tonight, it's 2 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit. Finns, Ohioans...why do I get up in the morning? I'm neither a Finn nor an Ohioan, and that question certainly intrigues me. What I would suggest is don't get up in the morning. None of us will actually give a hoot, but I'm sure that all the lice and other vermin that inhabit your body will be glad to remain undisturbed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: I'm for bed, me. Last night I dreamt that Boo Radley was trying to teach the alphabet to a monkey with flash-cards. What the hell is that about, I ask you?! Tonight, it's 2 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit. Finns, Ohioans...why do I get up in the morning? Wow. Are you at all psychic? We all know you're psychotic, but aren't too sure about the whole ESP thingy. I ask that question because the night before last I actually WAS using flash cards as a teaching aid for the alphabet. Of course, I didn't luck out and have a monkey as my pupil, I had my former Squire Sir Sir 37mm. In retrospect, I wish it had been a monkey. It's always easier working with something that's at least in your own phylum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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