bauhaus Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Originally posted by Boo Radley: You know, Joe, you can tap dance around all you want, but the simple fact (and really... what other fact SO applies to you, eh?) that you STILL haven't uploaded the most recent podcast only goes to show that you can't be trusted to follow through with anything. His excuse has something to do with being.....O-L-D!!!! Either that, or he lost it again and I should be expecting a phone call asking to do it again. Or......he's "misplaced" it and wants to call my home so he can talk to my wife again.........letch!. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Originally posted by bauhaus: His excuse has something to do with being.....O-L-D!!!! Either that, or he lost it again and I should be expecting a phone call asking to do it again. Or......he's "misplaced" it and wants to call my home so he can talk to my wife again.........letch!. Excuses my arse... Joe Shaw is well renowned for both his diabolically slow mind & turn sending rate. He needs NO EXCUSE! I for one say it will be ready WHEN IT'S READY! By the way, my support for the Justicar has nothing to do with me winning the case by default if Abbot dies of old age rather than the noose that he so well deserves. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Originally posted by SturmSebber: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ! WORSHIP ME! Silly sod, you were a useless git at 26 so what makes you think you'd be any less bloody useless at 27? I tell you what, I'll lay off on the obligatory thrashing for a day.... though I still want those spuds peeled & that piss bucket polished... oh & don't forget to pick up all the broken crockery that I fling around either. BOOT!! Now be gone with you, damned worthless serf! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Originally posted by bauhaus: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley: You know, Joe, you can tap dance around all you want, but the simple fact (and really... what other fact SO applies to you, eh?) that you STILL haven't uploaded the most recent podcast only goes to show that you can't be trusted to follow through with anything. His excuse has something to do with being.....O-L-D!!!! Either that, or he lost it again and I should be expecting a phone call asking to do it again. Or......he's "misplaced" it and wants to call my home so he can talk to my wife again.........letch!. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ales Dvorak Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Originally posted by **YK2**: Me and another huge weapon..Ooo....you poor girl... Love Alice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flammenwerfer Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 **YK2** I only kid, because I love. Congrats and best wishes. Bald? No. Receding? Yes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: IT HAS BEEN ONE, LONG SLEIGH RIDE THROUGH HELL But at least you got the chance to annoy the living **** out of MrPeng. And isn't that what I set out to do? second person, first person, wtf? Aboot whom are you talking in this thingy? Dorosh? yourgnomeself? While Dorosh has at times made me want to vomit shark chum into his dead, empty skull, I've never really been annoyed with him. Enraged, perhaps, disgusted, appalled, filled with a loathey loathesome loathing, but never really annoyed. And if it ain't that useless feckwit, and it is instead yourself you are burbling about, well, then, I get pure pleasure out of everything you write - whether you are raving drunkenly about neocon whores, or verging on the maudlin about your small Emma, so if you have set out to annoy, you have failed utterly, which is both unsurprising, and quite pleasing in its own right. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flammenwerfer Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: ... and some fecking absolute 'tree-rat weird' bugger showed up to... 'tree-rat weird' That little gem deserves an award or something. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by MrPeng: ...and it is instead yourself you are burbling about, well, then, I get pure pleasure out of everything you write - whether you are raving drunkenly about neocon whores, or verging on the maudlin about your small Emma, so if you have set out to annoy, you have failed utterly, which is both unsurprising, and quite pleasing in its own right. Sigh...unlike George W., I will have to endure a sense of failure, based on my success. Everybody sing! In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, Read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall. Some speak of the future, My love she speaks softly, She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all. -Bob Dylan "Dalem is a Great Big Wanker, Hoopla!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by PawBroon: Chin up my vertically challenged friend, if I wasn't so heterosexually old school, I'd most certainly marry you... I may be wrong, it has happened before, but... I think from this, I may conclude, that The French have forgiven me. So! I shall now, in my most horrendous, bad, drunk, stupid endlessly repeated voice, sing my favourite Bob Dylan song: Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Where the hell is Berli, eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: So! I shall now, in my most horrendous, bad, drunk, stupid endlessly repeated voice, sing my favourite Bob Dylan song: Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man...SNIPPED! Yeah, that Dylan guy... I hear he writes tunes for Brittney now... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Dorosh Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 Originally posted by MrPeng: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: IT HAS BEEN ONE, LONG SLEIGH RIDE THROUGH HELL But at least you got the chance to annoy the living **** out of MrPeng. And isn't that what I set out to do? second person, first person, wtf? Aboot whom are you talking in this thingy? Dorosh? yourgnomeself? While Dorosh has at times made me want to vomit shark chum into his dead, empty skull, I've never really been annoyed with him. Enraged, perhaps, disgusted, appalled, filled with a loathey loathesome loathing, but never really annoyed. And if it ain't that useless feckwit, and it is instead yourself you are burbling about, well, then, I get pure pleasure out of everything you write - whether you are raving drunkenly about neocon whores, or verging on the maudlin about your small Emma, so if you have set out to annoy, you have failed utterly, which is both unsurprising, and quite pleasing in its own right. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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