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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I am the Storyteller.

That's cool. I am the Walrus.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.

I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.

Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister city policeman sitting

Pretty little policemen in a row.

See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.

I'm crying, i'm crying.

I'm crying, i'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,

Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.

If the sun don't come, you get a tan

From standing in the english rain.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,

Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?

See how they smile like pigs in a sty,

See how they snied.

I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.

Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.

Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

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Seanachai I am short of time this morning ... unlike your own good self who is merely short ALL of the time. But I have little time to do justice to your magnificent and clearly well thought out prose.

It is, of course, pure and utter ****E but magnificent and well thought out ****E.

I shall return, however, and do justice to it ... and you ... I've only one question ... how did you know I was of German descent?

Joe

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I will see you your walrus and raise you a jailbreak.

There was a friend of mine on murder

And the judge's gavel fell

Jury found him guilty

Gave him sixteen years in hell

He said I ain't spending my life here

I ain't living alone

Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang

I'm breakin' out and headin' home

Gonna make a jailbreak

And I'm lookin' towards the sky

I'm gonna make a jailbreak

Oh, how I wish that I could fly

All in the name of liberty

All in the name of liberty

Got to be free

Jailbreak, let me out of here

Jailbreak, sixteen years

Jailbreak, had more than I can take

Jailbreak, yeah

He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with

By another man

She was down and he was up

He had a gun in his hand

Bullets started flying everywhere

And people started to scream

Big man lying on the ground

With a hole in his body

Where his life had been

But it was -

All in the name of liberty

All in the name of liberty

I got to be free

Jailbreak, jailbreak

I got to break out

Out of here

Heartbeats they were racin'

Freedom he was chasin'

Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing

But he made it out

With a bullet in his back

ACDC

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Ju-das H. Priest, I don't think I've EVER seen such a verbally convoluted post...
Your brain is GONE. Just go over any one of your fingered drivel to see how low posts can go. Lower than a Gnome's belly, for sure.

Some one intelligent once told me to look out for SNAG's* like you. "

"When you see one, nod wisely whilst backing away.."

Never truer words were spoken. You are not safe to be anywhere near. Gawd help the rest of the 'mericans.

Noba.

* Stupid Non-Australian Git.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

And so he did, and welcomed it into the Peng Challenge Thread, and proclaimed it 'The Redneck of the Peng Challenge Thread', in honor of it's ability to disguise itself as a Complete Pain in the Arse, when it was in fact the longtime poster Abbott. And then followed any number of annoying, clueless posts by both the Olde One, and Abbott, each abusing the other. And the People, who had grown complacent, and comfortable with their illusions, rose up in wrath, and reviled one or the other, and fell to bickering amongst themselves, and reverted to form.

That’s, that’s beautiful! My work here is moving along nicely (whatever the hell it is). Old Foul Joe is pulling out his hair (AGAIN). Steve is more confused (then usual). Berli has spasms every time my name gets mentioned (God bless him). Peng , well Peng remains cool, calm and coaching and I remain the most raffish fish in the pond. Now for a little sing-song dedicated to our graying Justicar .

The preacher man says it’s the end of time

And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry

The interest is up and the Stock Markets down

And you only get mugged

If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see

A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me

I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long

I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too

Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do

We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out

And you cant makes us run

Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun

And we say grace and we say Ma’am

And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines

And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies

And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City

He never called me by my name, just hillbilly

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land

And his taught him to be a businessman

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights

And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife

For 43 dollars my friend lost his life

Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes

And shoot him with my old 45

Cause a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run

Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun

And we say grace and we say Ma’am

And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam

And little towns all around this land

And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line

And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive

Bocephus

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Jolly sing song lads!!!!

These mist covered mountains

Are a home now for me

But my home is the lowlands

And always will be

Some day youll return to

Your valleys and your farms

And youll no longer burn

To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction

Baptisms of fire

Ive watched all your suffering

As the battles raged higher

And though they did hurt me so bad

In the fear and alarm

You did not desert me

My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds

So many differents suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell

And the moons riding high

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to die

But its written in the starlight

And every line on your palm

Were fools to make war

On our brothers in arms

Dire Straits

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Originally posted by Noba:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Ju-das H. Priest, I don't think I've EVER seen such a verbally convoluted post...

Your brain is GONE. Just go over any one of your fingered drivel to see how low posts can go. Lower than a Gnome's belly, for sure.

Some one intelligent once told me to look out for SNAG's* like you. "

"When you see one, nod wisely whilst backing away.."

Never truer words were spoken. You are not safe to be anywhere near. Gawd help the rest of the 'mericans.

Noba.

* Stupid Non-Australian Git. </font>

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Originally posted by Abbott:

bigrigjig.jpg

The most popular sculpture at Burning Man this year. It was called "Big Rig Jig" and yes those are two real 18-wheelers. People could climb inside of them all the way to the top.

You'd have to be crazy or suicidal to want to. That whole thing looks ready to collapse. I wouldn't go within 50 yards of it. It does look cool though.

smile.gif

Michael

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

Seanachai I am short of time this morning ... unlike your own good self who is merely short ALL of the time. But I have little time to do justice to your magnificent and clearly well thought out prose.

It is, of course, pure and utter ****E but magnificent and well thought out ****E.

Joe

Well, it wasn't all ****e. Victoria Beckham and, in a much less direct way, her hubby, uh... Bend It Like, got a nod not once but twice.

Oh wait, you're right. It was utter ****e.

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Originally posted by Noba:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Stuka:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:

Don't you owe me a setup...?

CMBO, any side, any time, nothing too huge or gamey, think you can manage that, well do ya, punk? </font>
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Originally posted by Bugged:

Oh wait, you're right. It was utter ****e.

Quite understandable. Each of the Olde Ones is something like a primal force. Peng moves through the void, full of madness, twisting reality. The more time you spend around him the more twisted things become. Full of evil, my own contribution is corruption. Ultimately, my goal is to see everyone's days be Mondays. Seanachai... well, all the cool toys were gone when we got to him, so he's full of ****e. If you are familiar with the old saying, Peng and I dazzle, Seanachai baffles.
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Originally posted by Stuka:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Stuka:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:

Don't you owe me a setup...?

CMBO, any side, any time, nothing too huge or gamey, think you can manage that, well do ya, punk? </font>
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Originally posted by Stuka:

Unless CMAK is more funner than CMBB? Maybe i'll spring fer a copy...

Yeah, why don't you join the 21st century, Amish boy?

"Yah, sure! I'll be gettin' the second to the last computer game from the Englishers. I'm gonna be havin' me a WILD AND CRAZY rrrrrrrrrrumspringer, for sure!"

You sad, sad man.

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Time for a Jolly Sing Song!!!

Bad Habit, by Dresden Dolls

biting keeps your words at bay

tending to the sores that stay

happiness is just a gash away

when i open a familiar scar

pain goes shooting like a star

comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...

and you might say it's self-indulgent

you might say its self-destructive

but, you see, it's more productive

than if i were to be healthy

& pens and penknives take the blame

crane my neck & scratch my name

but the ugly marks

are worth the momentary gain...

when i jab a sharpened object in

choirs of angels seem to sing

hymns of hate in memorandum

and you might say it's self-indulgent

and you might say it's self-destructive

but, you see, it's more productive

than if i were to be happy

and sappy songs about sex and cheating

bland accounts of two lovers meeting

make me want to give mankind a beating

and you might say it's self-destructive

but, you see, i'd kick the bucket

sixty times before i'd kick the habit

and as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought

that even if i quit

there's not a chance in hell i'd stop

and anyone can see the signs

mittens in the summertime

thank you for your pity, you are too kind

and you might say its self-inflicted

but you see that's contradictive

why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?

and pain opinions are sitcom feeding

they dont know that their minds are teething

makes me want to give mankind a beating

i'm tried bandages and sinking

i've tried gloves and even thinking

i've tried vaseline

i've tried everything

and no-one cares if your back is bleeding

they're concerned with their hair receding

looking back it was all maltreating

every thought that occurred misleading

makes me want to give myself a beating....

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Ju-das H. Priest, I don't think I've EVER seen such a verbally convoluted post...

Your brain is GONE. Just go over any one of your fingered drivel to see how low posts can go. Lower than a Gnome's belly, for sure.

Some one intelligent once told me to look out for SNAG's* like you. "

"When you see one, nod wisely whilst backing away.."

Never truer words were spoken. You are not safe to be anywhere near. Gawd help the rest of the 'mericans.

Noba.

* Stupid Non-Australian Git. </font>

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