Boo Radley Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Originally posted by Lars: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Michael Dorosh: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley: Small Emma and dalem... I think it's good that Seanachai has little friends who order him about. <big>SEANACHAI?! FIX ME A TURKEY POT PIE!</big> The Bard can't even read his own yawn-inducing posts, what makes you think he can read turkey recipes? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flammenwerfer Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 53..Hmmmh What would you like for your B-Day? Viagra or Cialis. or You're old enough to be the daddy of Ana's baby. or I wonder if CMC will be released in your lifetime. [ February 12, 2007, 02:40 PM: Message edited by: flammenwerfer ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 53, you're old enough to be my mother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Originally posted by stikkypixie: 53, you're old enough to be my mother. And you're young enough to be the child I'm thankful I never had. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Originally posted by flammenwerfer: 53..Hmmmh What would you like for your B-Day? Viagra or Cialis. If you're thinking of offering yourself for my... enjoyment, whole handfuls of both drugs won't be enough. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Harpy Bifday, Boo. May you suffer another 53 years of pathetic, purposless and listless existence as a Shecky Greene wannabe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Happy Birthday to Boo, Happy Birthday to Boo, Happy Birthday to Boo, Have a Radley one too. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bauhaus Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 And I thought Joe was old. You're one step from the grave as well. Happy B'day Boo. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Happy Birthday Boo.... may the fleas of a thousand donkeys take refuge on an area of your body that you cannot reach. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Fifty three... you're looking pretty good there Boo I'd never have said you looked fifty three... fifty two perhaps Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 12, 2007 Author Share Posted February 12, 2007 Originally posted by Boo Radley: And for all those of you out there who mark important dates on your calendars, 53 years ago today, my dear sweet, white haired old mum* blessed the world... with me! YOU ASS! WHY DO I BOTHER TO SET AN ALARM ON MY PDA SO THAT I CAN AMAZE YOU BY WISHING YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WHEN YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND ANNOUNCE THAT IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?! Have you no shame. You're supposed to sit out there in the Wasteland, drinking rum in a mean stupor, constantly checking the Thread to see if anyone has wished you a Happy Birthday. If midnight comes and no one has, you're supposed to fly into a frothing fury, call everyone c********s and m***********s and vowing terrible revenge for this slight to your status and significance. Then you projectile vomit unto the dog, and fall asleep on the bathroom rug. The next day (latish) you post away quite normal, as if nothing had happened. Which it might as well not, since you have absolutely no memory of it, and are wondering why the dog smells so and is looking at you with loathing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 But can't I do that anyhow? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted February 12, 2007 Share Posted February 12, 2007 Happy birthday Boo. Wish I had gotten you something nice. Like, say, napalm. Or anthrax. Maybe just a nice louse. Eh, it's the thought that counts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Lars: Happy birthday Boo. ...{snipped}... Maybe just a nice louse. ...{snipped}...Oh come on, get him something he doesn't already have. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lars: Happy birthday Boo. ...{snipped}... Maybe just a nice louse. ...{snipped}...Oh come on, get him something he doesn't already have. Joe </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 13, 2007 Author Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Boo Radley: But can't I do that anyhow? Of course. But here in the Peng Challenge Thread we are all about how our acts impact others. Mostly, of course, we hope that the impact ruptures a spleen or kidney. But sometimes, oh Boo...when the light strikes your huge, ox-like frame - just so... Well, Boo. Then I am moved to allow you all license. 'Io, Saturnalia'! Master is Man, Man, Master! Boo you may drink too much cheap beer, and then caper, a bit. I know you don't actually have a dog. But I can't imagine your cracker neighbours don't have a dog. Drink like a Titan, and then puke like the Cyclops on your redneck neighbour's dog. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 13, 2007 Author Share Posted February 13, 2007 I have spoken with MrPeng We agreed that you were all scum. We had the occasional 'ha-ha, yes, he's almost completely idiotic, isn't it amusing how he can actually type, eh?' moment. We talked about Loss. We talked about Wonder. We talked about the Future. We talked about how you lot can figure in the former, but almost never figure in the latter. We talked some about the fact that we're going to die long before most of you lot ever will. We wondered if that was right. We talked some about kids. We like kids. We don't like most of you feckers, all that much. We like where kids can go. Where life will take them. What they might make of the world we've simply pissed on, because no one told us we shouldn't. The beach at Newcomb Hollow The last days of August The other side of low tide The sun is high, the sun is high We’re kneeling in the wet sand Stopping up a wall breach Quick, before the next wave Rushes in, rushes in The moat around the castle Is filling up with water But hope springs eternal All hands ready – here it comes Behind us in the crowd Some kind of commotion A little girl is shouting Fly away! Fly away! But we pay no attention The castle is in danger The ramparts are sinking We dig on, we dig on Then out of the blue There’s an orange canary On our driftwood flagpole Shovels down Boys! – step away The little girl comes running She can’t be more than seven Her mother is behind her With a cage, with a cage And her mother is explaining Baby, it’s just too far And she’ll never survive here On her own, on her own But the little girl’s not listening She’s talking to the bird Mavis you can trust me Now’s your big chance Fly away! If Mavis has been listening She isn’t letting on We’re all just waiting No one moves, no one moves And then comes the wave Swamping the castle No one is watching When it falls, when it falls We’re following the progress Of a little bolt of orange On the long horizon There goes Mavis There goes Mavis There Goes Mavis -Richard Shindell You know, I'm pretty sure none of you sorry arseholes ever go check out the songs I post here. You skip right over the 'poetry' to see if I've vomited on my shoes. You never hear the voices, you never hear the tunes. You may see me, sitting late at night, tap-tapping away at my stupid gibberish, but you never hear what songs make me hum, never hear what songs catch in my throat, never see the tear that forms in my eye. You never see my head nodding. You never see how many times some of these songs are played, over and over. You never hear the mumbled prayer of sing along. You never see how the songs rise up, and pull what I write this way, and that. You never see the full texture of what I post. You miss a lot. [ February 12, 2007, 09:15 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I have spoken with MrPeng I'm sorry ... ...{snipped}... You know, I'm pretty sure none of you sorry arseholes ever go check out the songs I post here. You skip right over the 'poetry' to see if I've vomited on my shoes. ...{snipped}... Actually not so much ... we pretty much assume that you've done that and just skip the whole thing. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 13, 2007 Author Share Posted February 13, 2007 It's still a pretty song, Joe. A lot of them are pretty songs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 13, 2007 Author Share Posted February 13, 2007 And have I then done nothing, Justicar? Is there nothing that I have done? Will you turn your face away from me? Will you deny me? I say this, Joe Shaw. You will deny me three times... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Boo Radley: And you're young enough to be the child I'm thankful I never had. Still in denial that he's yours to this very day? Happy birthday, Boo! **hugs** [ February 13, 2007, 12:01 AM: Message edited by: Mace ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I say this, Joe Shaw. You will deny me three times... I think that means you'll be divorced. Seanachai, don't make Joe cry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I say this, Joe Shaw. You will deny me three times... Only three? Come, lets give him more credit than that. I bet he can get in a dozen before the cock crows. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: I know you don't actually have a dog. But I can't imagine your cracker neighbours don't have a dog. Funny you should mention this. Catty-corner from our house lives a family I used to call "The Inconsiderates". This family consisted of Mr. Angry-Man, his wife, Dour Woman and their two daughters, Dour Girl and Porcine Bratling. I only named them "The Inconsiderates" after they brought home a Border Collie, which they named "Maggie", but which I've named "Yipping Bitch". This dog, if left outside for 20 minutes, will bark for 20 minutes straight. It must do all of it's breathing indoors, because I have yet to see it stop and take a breath when it's outdoors. It barks at people, cars, squirrels, trees, leaves, grass, cement, buildings, the sky, errant clouds, twigs, rain, wind and random molecules engaged in Brownian motion. Now. Notice that I say I used to call them "The Inconsiderates". That's because, in their unbelievable moronic stupidity, they decided that one completely brainless Border Collie, who never shut up, didn't give enough joy to the universe and so they went out and bought another Border Collie that is absolutely identical to the first. Yes. They. Did. So, I have bestowed upon them a new name. They are now "Mr. and Mrs Fecking Oblivious" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Originally posted by Seanachai: And have I then done nothing, Justicar? Is there nothing that I have done? Will you turn your face away from me? Will you deny me? I say this, Joe Shaw. You will deny me three times... I have NEVER denied you, not ONCE have I said "There is NO Seanachai ... as much as I might have WISHED it so ... But invariably there'll be another freaking SONG and there's the proof, or another Small Emma story or another attempt to lure in more SSNs from the Outerboards for you to play with. It's really kinda icky, it's almost got a Bates Motel feel about it. No, proving the existence of Seanachai is not a matter of faith but a given ... have I not dumped silverware on your floor? Small Emma: Did you hear that sound Grandma Steve? Grandma Steve: Yes child I did hear the thunder, do you remember what that means? Small Emma: Yes Grandma Steve, it means another angel got their silverware ... teach me more Grandma Steve. Grandma Steve: I shall child, I shall. ... elsewhere ... So ... I guess you're Gawd then eh? Is ... is it over then? Yes lad, it is. But cheer up, it's not the end of the worl ... well, for YOU it is, but there's LOTS to do here and you'll not be bored ... here, take a drawer of silverware ... Joe [ February 13, 2007, 06:46 AM: Message edited by: Joe Shaw ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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