Michael Emrys Posted March 9, 2009 Share Posted March 9, 2009 ...her occupation is listed as "Housewife" ... Since that information was not posted at the time I checked it before writing my post, I claim conspiracy to place me at an unfair disadvantage. Or something... ...now granted some have chosen to be less than fully truthful in the past with regard to their public profile... Yer durn tootin' they have! ...but I have it on unimpeachable authority that she is ... in fact ... a SHE! Oh? And just precisely what would this authority consist of? Have you ever given the person in question a thorough gynecological examination? (Not that I would ever believe your claims in this regard in any case.) Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 9, 2009 Author Share Posted March 9, 2009 I wouldn't if I was you. You know fire and alcohol don't mix. Sure they do. Many times in a quite spectacular way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bugged Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 10, 2009 Author Share Posted March 10, 2009 No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn. Just stand 20 or 30 feet away. You'd want to because of the vile smell anyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Here, let me put your mind at rest. You forgot to drink the bottle of rum, the bottle of vodka, the bottle of tequila and the bottle of port. You did do a hell of a job on the wine (four bottles) but forgot the champagne in the frig. There, you need wonder no more. And yes, it'll all be gone before you can come back over. There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge? You...utter bastard. Tequila is for the young and stupid, vodka is for the weak or Slavic, and I did drink the rum. Don't you pay any goddamn attention at all? But that you let me leave your house the other night, without giving me the champagne... mind you, I drank the hell out of the wine, and I was seriously having trouble breathing... but Lars. You have earned my displeasure. I will offset that with the fact that you were a great host. But I will then combine it with the fact that you would not ally with me to destroy Papa Khann, and that, in fact, I spent the last 4 hours of the game completely fecking gelded, reduced to a bloody cipher in the game, and that even though I turned against Dalem at the end to try and cast the game into your lap, and you never told me there was champagne... Well, lad. It makes me sad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Well, lad. It makes me sad. You're Irish. You're supposed to be sad. Better yet, melancholic. It gives you an excuse to drink. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 P.S. Has anyone else noticed that the spell check function suggests that Seanachai be changed to Sancho? It's karma, I say, and loads of it. You post where Berli and Peng post, and you raise an eyebrow when the spell check suggests 'Sancho' when my name comes up? Hey, boss! This neo-con whore wants to talk to you! I told him you got standards, but he says he belongs here, you know? I remember him, he was stupid a lot, but I remember him. Stupid, most of the time. But I remember him. Seanachai waits for a response Lawyer boy, Satan says he doesn't like you, and the Cisco Kid doesn't want to talk to you, and you need to buy me some wine, eh, if we're going to talk some more. So, you gonna buy me some wine, or just talk big like you're buying, without putting something down on the bar? I notice you're making fun of my donkey, and mock how I'm all raggedy, and have your eyes fixed on the fact that I'm just a poor, tattered beggar who posts here, eh? Shine your shoes, lawyer, sir? You got some gardening to do? Maybe some roof work, last hailstorm, maybe do some remodeling, no permit? Yeah, boyo. I'm Sancho. I know where the Windmills are. I know what loyalty means. And I know where laughter lies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Seanachai, you are old... Will that suffice? Rune Yes. Goddess be my witness, I'm being given the notice that my goddamn post is 'too short'. What the hell does that mean? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Goddess be my witness, I'm being given the notice that my goddamn post is 'too short'. What the hell does that mean? It means something that politicians have known since Noah stepped off the boat: that God favors the long-winded. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 It's all so boring. Can we barbecue something? We need more to work with. How do you want him prepared? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Emrys is so universally loathed, that even his most strongest detracters will not even honor his death wish. Just to make a point: 'most strongest' sounds like you learned English in a refugee camp. Are you drunk, or what? And, to make another, I would honour his death wish if he has one. If I can. A simple thing, and nothing to break the jollity levity of this place. Nidan, you buffoon! Are you now going to tell us how you are the 'biggest best great guy ever', or are you going to review the English language and contemplate using it properly? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 It means something that politicians have known since Noah stepped off the boat: that God favors the long-winded. Michael So, I win then, eh? About bloody fecking time. I thought I was going to have to simply outlive you pack of simians to achieve happiness. But now, knowing that the deck has been rigged to favour those with my peculiar and precise peculiarity of being able to go on at some length, I can rest assured that I will eventually enjoy the administrations of a passel of maidens of every persuasion, while Bob Dylan or Richard Shindell, or some such other folk singer sings his songs in the background, and I will have arrived in some recognized value of 'Paradise'. What more could I ask? Women currently abhor me, and men hate me even more. While that is a consummation devoutly to be wished for, it didn't address the immediate concern of dancing on the edge of forever. So, what you seem to be saying to me is, that I will be given the right to judge, break and damn everyone I need to, on the basis my ability to chew gum and post here at almost endless length? Good. That's good. And I will make and defend a place where my Small Friends can dance, and laugh, in this world. Never could dance. But I can laugh. Hear me laugh. Do any of you fools think you can laugh like I can laugh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 I'm sure I heard Leonard Cohen... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Do any of you fools think you can laugh like I can laugh? That was you laughing? I thought it was a Baboon hooting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 I'm sure I heard Leonard Cohen... Did you? I'm going to die without hearing him that final time. Can't afford it. It makes me sad. I take comfort in coming here and listening to the howls and bellowings of you lot. And the brayings. Let us never forget the brayings. Sometimes, the braying sings me to sleep... Of course, I wake up eventually, and think to myself, 'What the feck was that awful goddamn noise I heard before I went to sleep'?? And then I think, 'It was life, lad. It was all part of being alive'. And then I go back to sleep. Feck it. I can't paddle yet, and the chances of getting another job before America opens it's eyes open wide, and realizes that The End Is Not Yet, are pretty much ****e. But I abide. Poorly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 That was you laughing? I thought it was a Baboon hooting. Yeah, fool, that was me. I'm a short, fat bastard. I posture a lot. But I've got polished canines, and a wit bigger than yours. I checked. Both. God bless Charles Darwin, you Aussie feck. When you gonna come to Minneapolis? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 So, what you seem to be saying to me is, that I will be given the right to judge, break and damn everyone I need to, on the basis my ability to chew gum and post here at almost endless length? No. But I am saying that if you were to run for some office or other, no one would think it remarkable that you are pretty much undistinguishable from the rest of the pack of corrupt animals who are running this world into the ground. Perhaps a trifle more amusing though. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Just stand 20 or 30 feet away. You'd want to because of the vile smell anyways. Isn't it about time you showered then? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn. And I don't want to get covered in soot, and I don't want burn marks on my levis...and I don't want my stubby holder to get too warm because it'll make my beer warm too....and we wouldn't want that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 When you gonna come to Minneapolis? It is one of my fonder wishes to break cigars with you and partake of the silverware trashing ceremony. As to when, feck knows...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge? You...utter bastard. Tequila is for the young and stupid, vodka is for the weak or Slavic, and I did drink the rum. Don't you pay any goddamn attention at all? But that you let me leave your house the other night, without giving me the champagne... mind you, I drank the hell out of the wine, and I was seriously having trouble breathing... but Lars. You have earned my displeasure. I will offset that with the fact that you were a great host. But I will then combine it with the fact that you would not ally with me to destroy Papa Khann, and that, in fact, I spent the last 4 hours of the game completely fecking gelded, reduced to a bloody cipher in the game, and that even though I turned against Dalem at the end to try and cast the game into your lap, and you never told me there was champagne... Well, lad. It makes me sad. I did tell you. I even showed you the bottle. The Pinot Noir champagne? Ring a bell? Granted, you had bigger problems at the time I showed it to you. Next time. Next time we really kill Papa Kahn, and then drink champagne. Oh yes, next time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 10, 2009 Author Share Posted March 10, 2009 But, to be fair, he'd already done 4 bottles of wine at that point and he's not used to bottles, being a "box-o-wine" kind of guy. And really... a Pinot Noir on a sterno palate? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 ...I don't want my stubby holder to get too warm... Isn't this an oblique thingy reference? Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted March 10, 2009 Author Share Posted March 10, 2009 Isn't this an oblique thingy reference? Michael Who knows? It's from an Aussie. Their whole language is like something based on what would happen if Lewis Carroll and Jerry Garcia collaborated on a random word generator program. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 Did you? Yes, I'm quite sure it was Leonard Cohen... [leafing through the Paddock Book of the Leonard's Finest Nerologically Challenging Ditties] ... yes, quite certain Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw me bathing on the roof Me beauty and the moonlight overthrew you You tried some verse but it were flat And then enticed me with da pointy hat And from your lips you drew the Honkey-hoo-haa Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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