Joe Shaw Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw: After all, I am nothing but the reflection of the wishes of the Olde Ones and when an Olde One speaks I listen ... if I listen REALLY hard sometimes it even makes sense ... Seanachai excluded of course. Joe I took the shop-lifted bottle of windex and discarded underpants out of your hands there at that Salt Lake City highway underpass where you were villainously smearing the windshields of tourist cars and made you the Justicar of the Peng Challenge Thread, and I can put you right back there. You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you might find You get what you need... Old Foul Joe, you have mocked and derided me at every turn for the last year. It is time that I remind you that you are the 'Igor' to my 'Master'... No, wait, that's Boo... Where the hell is Boo? In any case, Justicar...I made you, and I can break you. We're as near as dammit to the End of the Year, Joe. And I want to hear you say it. Go on, Joe. Call me 'Mister Seanachai'. Do it. In your inner-most, authoritarian heart, you know you need to... </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: So IF it IS permanent ... how would you, even with your authority as an Olde One, go about revoking it ... seeing as how it IS permanent and all? Just one of those idle philosophical questions actually since it is completely and totally unnecessary due to the fact that I do the bidding of the Olde Ones in ALL things at ALL times ... except when I don't for the good of the CessPool. Joe I didn't say I'd 'revoke' it, Joe. That's simply not possible. I said that if you didn't call me 'Mister Seanachai', I'd break you. There's all sorts of ways to break a man. To date, I'm familiar with 37 of them. So just you get busy and call me 'Mister Seanachai', and I won't have to start on the repertoire. I don't ask for much, you know. But when I ask, I ask with the voice of a man, seated around a fire in the Wasteland, who's looking at the last inch of scotch in the bottle... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: they don't export their decent beers. So screw 'em. The only decent Aussie beer in my opinion is Hahn Premium and more or less anything from Tasmania. When In New Zealand, Steinlager is the go, however as for the rest of the Australian 'beer', its best left to the suburban white trash that infect this land. I regard myself as a beer snob...I know what i like and its not Aussie swill...or Budweiser... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: they don't export their decent beers. So screw 'em. The only decent Aussie beer in my opinion is Hahn Premium and more or less anything from Tasmania. When In New Zealand, Steinlager is the go, however as for the rest of the Australian 'beer', its best left to the suburban white trash that infect this land. I regard myself as a beer snob...I know what i like and its not Aussie swill...or Budweiser... </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 What's that, you shower? Have another scotch? Why, I think I'll do just that... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Bard. Fookin File? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Damn, 3 cans of Carlton MID, got rid of that Budweiser before I started on anything better....necked the Corona....then tidied up that Godawful West Aussie 'redback Bitter' ****e....ye gods!...it tastes like a bad home brew thats gone off....feck....better get that Stella into me before my taste buds walk out en masse... Oh and Seanachai, I been good...to good to share the details with this pack of mutant fungal spores....perhaps i shall email you all proper like....when we are sober... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by MrPeng: Bard. Fookin File? Hahahahahaha! Go to the General Forum, Hated One! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: Oh and Seanachai, I been good...to good to share the details with this pack of mutant fungal spores....perhaps i shall email you all proper like....when we are sober... When we are sober? Sure. OMIFECKINGGOD, LOOK! THERE'S PIGS FLYING! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: OMIFECKINGGOD, LOOK! THERE'S PIGS FLYING! look...theres one with a little 'Emry's' name tag on its collar...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 WHERE'S MY OWN BRUTISH THUG, THEN, EH? WHERE'S MY CALIBAN, BOO? HELP ME, BOO! THEY'RE TRYING TO CRUCIFY ME! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Hmmm....think I'll try the Italian 'Peroni Nastro Azzurro' now.... Ummmm...num, numms..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: look...theres one with a little 'Emry's' name tag on its collar...... Bah! I wave my hand at you. You shouldn't make mock of an evil bastard that you couldn't beat with a scout axe in either hand, Stuka fella. Nothing is more evil than those who've lived past their time, take it from me. Nor more powerful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Seanachai: I wave my hand at you. HELLoooooo... *waves back* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: Hmmm....think I'll try the Italian 'Peroni Nastro Azzurro' now.... Ummmm...num, numms..... I'll stay with the scotch, damn your Aussie soul. And the cheap cigar. Is there any here to bandy words with me? Is there any here who would choose to match me, insult for insult? Is there any here with the hair to address me? What's with this 'Stoat' bugger? Pah! Step up, you small, dying creatures. Get in the fecking queue, and make it sting, eh? Must I always abuse my peers, and never take to task the sniveling weasels that seek to replace us?! BRING ME GIANTS! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 GADZOOKS!! Seaney old chap, its like after 2am in Minni-sodom, shouldn't you be in your teddy bear jim-jams and off to sleepy bye-byes? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: GADZOOKS!! Seaney old chap, its like after 2am in Minni-sodom, shouldn't you be in your teddy bear jim-jams and off to sleepy bye-byes? Why? Is the scotch all gone? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 I've got some Jamesons here with your name on it..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 It's winter in Minnesota. Most of you lot are too weak to cope. Here, the seasons hit like hammers. Aussies, Limeys, Easterners, Southerners, Texans. You're like children pretending to understand the realities of the world. Here in Minnesota we understand about the world. The Land kills the weak. But the weak have rights, too. Here, the strong make a place for the weak. We may despise you, but we will preserve you. We will give you sanctuary. I'm sure you're laughing. All you lot of weaklings from pleasant climes. You come here, and you do a winter. And you'll know. Our State will kill you without a thought. Ask Lars. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Yeah well its 6.35pm here and its 34 degrees celcius (93F) in my kitchen, i'll trade you..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Seanachai. Your phone is busy. I hate you with the power of a thousand novae. I am up if you wish to call me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by Stuka: I've got some Jamesons here with your name on it..... Good on you, then, eh! Damn good Catholic whisky. I'm going off to wander the neighbourhood. It's bloody cold out. But I'm never alone, see? Because that bastard Berli sent me his old iPod. So I've got all that music, eh, to take me out of myself while I stump my way through the late night streets. I bought some new light-weight headphones tonight, so I could put a proper soundtrack to winter, and that late night, near-death experience. If I make it back home, later on, you'll hear more from me. Winter is a glory. If you screw-up, you die. Who could ask for more than that from the Land? But until it puts me down, I shall listen to the Rolling Stones, and Counting Crows, and Pink Floyd, and Altan, and any number of others... And trust in the fact that I am from the North, and of the North, and that if it's my time to die, then I shall die in the North. I pity you lot who know the seasons as less than the risk of death... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Originally posted by dalem: Seanachai. Your phone is busy. I hate you with the power of a thousand novae. I am up if you wish to call me. Yeah, and my phone is busy, and I should be hated with the power of a thousand novae. And I could call you, you lame whore, but I'm presently typing, don't you see? Response? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Who's for a jolly singsong, then, eh? An old favourite... When I tell you that I love you Don't test my love Accept my love, don't test my love Cause maybe I don't love you all that much Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight Just stay awhile, hear for yourself awhile And if you must put me in a box, make sure it's a big box With lots of windows And a door to walk through And a nice high chimney So we can burn burn burn everything that we don't like And watch the ashes fly up to Heaven Maybe all the way to India I'd like that All the ancient kings came to my door They said "Do you want to be an ancient king too?" I said "Oh yes very much But I think my timing's wrong" They said "Time is relative Or did you misread Einstien" I said "Do you really mean it?" They said "What do you think we come here for Our goddamn health or something?" Everybody's waiting for the Messiah The Jews are waiting The Christians are waiting Oh so are the Muslims It's like everybody's waiting They been waiting a long time I know how I hate to wait Like even for a bus or something An important phone call So I can imagine how darned impatient Everyone must be getting So I think it's time now Time to reveal myself I am the Messiah I am the Messiah Yes I think you heard me right I am the Messiah I was gonna wait till next year Build up the suspense a little Make it a really big surprise But I could not resist It's like when you got a really big secret You're just bursting to tell someone It was kinda like that with this And now that I've told you I feel this great weight lifted Dr. Nusbaum was right He's my therapist He said get it out in the open I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem Mmmm Jerusalem sweet Jerusalem And all I ate was olives Nothing but olives Mountains of olives It was a good ten days I like olives I like you too So When I tell you that I love you Don't test my love Accept my love, don't test my love Cause maybe I don't love you all that much Jerusalem -Dan Bern Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted December 27, 2005 Share Posted December 27, 2005 Every day that I post on this Forum, I'm confronted by the fact that I post on this Forum. I encounter lives that have nothing to do with my own. And I impose my own, rather feckless silly life, on everyone else that posts here. Sometimes, I'm not sure what keeps me posting. Is it simple hubris? Arrogance? Idiocy? But I know what keeps me coming back. It's that touch of magic I only ever got previously from music. I've met a great lot of folk that I'd never otherwise meet. Marines. Soldiers. Aussies. Brits. Canadians. Kiwis. Grogs. Foreigners. Idjits. Fools. I feel...blessed. It's like I've received a great benediction. Neo-con whores, donkeys, Ladies. Peng. Berli. You lot. All of you. It has all...been amazing. Finns. Latvians. South-African Frenchies. Wine, women and song. Best damn place I've ever been. So I bring what I have to it. My arrogance, my anger, my words. My losses. My joys. My sense of place. My stories. My sense of myth. My love. It may not be enough. Not compared to what you've all given to me. But if I was to worry about that sort of thing, about the imbalance between what I've ever contributed to what I've enjoyed, I'd never stop cursing. Well, but let's face it. I will never stop cursing. You cocksuckers. So, the ending of a year, and the beginning of another. And I still seem to be here. Goddamnit. Everything slips through these cold fingers Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand Close your eyes and make a wish, and listen to the singer One more round, bartender, pour a double if you can Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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