The Grand 3K Experiment
Edited by Jun 18, 2002 9:44 am
It has been said that there is a 3,000 post limit per discussion thread. So what happens when you reach that limit? Does it explode, spraying giant prehistoric zucchini everywhere? Enquiring minds want to know. Therefore this thread is dedicated to finding out. As a means of reaching the lofty goal of 3,000 posts, each poster can post ONE word per post. Collectively, we can see if we can construct sentences in this ridiculous fashion. So post now, and post often. Note that if you really do want to post more than one word in a row, you can. Just do it in separate posts.
Side note: If this works, it's bound to loft us well past those wacky Michigan boaters. I'll start us off.
and downed his last snapple
Off with kitty's pee shooter.
My only regret is that I came too late to play.
BigMur
Cool...
<<high fives all participants>>
That's ok, we can start anew.
Line #1: While stooping one day in my garden
I noticed my stamens all harden
J.S.C.
(Jeff's Stamen Complex)
T'was then that I saw
A blue d-cup bra
which from my companion had fallen
Bravo!
BigMur
Exx-cellent...
WooooHoooo!!
Wonderful! You guys are the best. Here goes again:
There once was a babe from D.C. ....
Who's hooters were worthy of cup "D"
When she jumped up and down
No man made a frown
But she broke both her nose and her knee!
Haha!!! good one! am off to play a tennis match. i am wearing my official "BRAT" t-shirt. she is a dinkmeister. i hate those. i...shall...kick...butt... talk to y'all later!
Wait, don't go!!! What's a dinkmeister?!!!!!
I think it's German for, "holder of the penis".
But I could be wrong...
Hard to play tennis while holding a penis. Of course, MacEnroe did a pretty good job of it.
Never tried that.
Tennis, I mean...
mac WAS a penis, rina. but he was great and did lots to make the sport less stuffy.
a dinkmeister is a little energizer bunny wannabe who always runs every shot down and gets it back and has very little pace on the ball, prompting "seek-and-destroy" types like me to think suicidal thoughts out of sheer exasperation. however, i did win my match in the end (barely) and now i hurteth badly.
signed, "gimp"
Congrats Caile, and good job on that last limerick very artfully done.
Anyone up for another?
I once knew a girl from Boston
Whose bets she consistently lost on,
Whose ass was hotter than Austin
J.S.C.
(Jeff Seconds Content)
SIMULPOST!!!
She simul-posted with me...
(Before line number three)
J.S.C.
(Jeff's Slow Chorus)
Well I could keep this up all night......
J.S.C.
(Jeff Stopped Counting)
That's what they all say, the filthy liars...
of course, the oxygen depravation does sort of kill the mood.
J.S.C.
(Jeff Stopped Consciou
YO Dude!!
Have a hit off my oxygen tank!
(Please extinguish all smoking materials before inhaling...)
<beats the smoke offa zack's butt)
The Evil Baroness - Nov 23, 2002 11:49 pm (#2643 of 2911)
Above Photo looks like Brainerd last Summer.
Maybe it was that Old Schiz, who had to go on O2, but wouldn't let go of the cigs.....
Community Placement, MN's answer for the end of the world, the EB.
Run, Bambi!! Ruuuuun!!!!
Edited by Nov 23, 2002 6:51 pm
ok here is my nightclub pain story. my fiance and i were at an underground nightclub in st. catherine, canada. it was a goth/fetish thing and um, the highlight of the evening was on stage where these two dudes had meat hooks embedded in their backs at each of their shoulder blades. then they had a tug-of-war thing with them facing the opposite direction, trying to pull the other one across the line with the meathooks attached to cords. actually, by the end of it, one had dragged the other all around the perimeter of the club. it was one of the most disgusting club shows i've ever seen. the flogging part was kind of kewl, though. hehe
Edited by Nov 23, 2002 10:19 pm
Dorothy: Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
Toto: No kidding, dumbunny - I smell fresh man-blood. Got to be freakin' Canada, yo.
um, i think i scared everyone with this particular post, rina. hehe. BE AFRAID! I WEAR COLLARS (one is faux barbed wire) AND HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO BE LEASHED on occasion. However, I DO NOT enjoy pain. Ever. I am just open-minded (remember, i made myself into a sofa sandwich once) and the kink factor is kinda kewl. plus i like to shock my mother, which i do at every available opportunity. other times, i am very demure, upscale, sophisticated and proper. boy does that suck, so i can only do it for short periods of time. i even work in boxer briefs (with an optional shirt), which if worn at all is most likely to be of the spongebob squarepants variety. i defy normality, the establishment, and the tedious! be afraid. be very afraid.
well, i certainly have just broadened my definition of normal a bit.
well, i certainly have just broadened my definition of normal a bit.
More to fill up this thread:
Frank Lingua, president and CEO of Dissembling Associates, is the
nation's leading purveyor of buzzwords, catch phrases and cliches for
people too busy to speak plain English. Business Finance contributing
editor Dan Danbom interviewed Lingua in his New York City office.
Danbom: Is being a cliche expert a full-time job?
Lingua: Bottom line is I have a full plate 24/7.
Danbom: Is it hard to keep up with the seemingly endless supply of
clichis that spew from business?
Lingua: Some days, I don't have the bandwidth. It's like drinking
from a fire hydrant.
Danbom: So it's difficult?
Lingua: Harder than nailing Jell-O to the wall.
Danbom: Where do most cliches come from?
Lingua: Stakeholders push the envelope until it's outside the box.
Danbom: How do you track them once they've been coined?
Lingua: It's like herding cats.
Danbom: Can you predict whether a phrase is going to become a cliche?
Lingua: Yes. I skate to where the puck's going to be. Because if you
aren't the lead dog, you're not providing a customer-centric
proactive solution.
Danbom: Give us a new buzzword that we'll be hearing ad nauseam.
Lingua: "Enronitis" could be a next-generation player.
Danbom: Do people understand your role as a cliche expert?
Lingua: No, they can't get their arms around that. But they aren't
incented to.
Danbom: How do people know you're a cliche expert?
Lingua: I walk the walk and talk the talk.
Danbom: Did incomprehensibility come naturally to you?
Lingua: I wasn't wired that way, but it became mission-critical as I
strategically focused on my go-forward plan.
Danbom: What did you do to develop this talent?
Lingua: It's not rocket science. It's not brain surgery. When you
drill down to the granular level, it's just basic blocking and
tackling.
Danbom: How do you know if you're successful in your work?
Lingua: At the end of the day, it's all about robust, world-class
language solutions.
Danbom: How do you stay ahead of others in the buzzword industry?
Lingua: Net-net, my value proposition is based on maximizing synergies
and being first to market with a leveraged, value-added deliverable.
That's the opportunity space on a level playing field.
Danbom: Does everyone in business eventually devolve into the sort of
mindless drivel you spout?
Lingua: If you walk like a duck and talk like a duck, you're a duck.
They all drink the Kool-Aid.
Danbom: Do you read "Dilbert" in the newspaper?
Lingua: My knowledge base is deselective of fiber media.
Danbom: Does that mean "no"?
Lingua: Negative.
Danbom: DOES THAT MEAN "NO"?
Lingua: Let's take your issues offline.
Danbom: NO, WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE MY "ISSUES" OFFLINE.
Lingua: You have a result-driven mind-set that isn't a strategic fit
with my game plan.
Danbom: I WANT TO PUSH YOUR FACE IN.
Lingua: Your call is very important to me.
Danbom: How can you live with yourself?
Lingua: I eat my own dog food. My vision is to monetize scalable
supply chains.
Danbom: When are you going to quit this?
Lingua: I may eventually exit the business to pursue other career
opportunities.
The Evil Baroness - Nov 25, 2002 1:57 am (#2652 of 2911)
Actually, this buzz-word stuff sounds like you could program a computer to respond that way...
YEAH!! It'll eliminate Supervisors!
Not in my vision of the future, the EB
Caile, that was awesome!
thanks owl, i am nothing if not an excellent plagiarizer (if that's a word). actually, my boss sent that to me in email, but rather than post it in the "things we got in email" thread, i put it here to contribute to the Ultimate Goal of blowing world crossing's thread max into shattered remnants (or whatever happens when we reach the big 3-0-0-0). yours truly.
Oh my god, Caile how did you get a hold of my last status meeting? By the way, I won the bullshit bingo with that one. a line straight across the top with: "take this offline", synergies, going forward, outside the box and leverage our intellectual assets.
Typing at random
Just to reach our crazy goal
The board will explode
Just
Trying
to
fill
your
page
with
this
crazy
Cat
FTC rules
My cat is named Felix.
BTW: My cat's breath smells like cat food.
I don't have a cat.
I wish I was a cat, except for the whole bad breath thing
Me too, I thoroughly enjoy lying around on the couch all day. About the breath though..if you were a cat, I don't think you would mind. My cat seems to be proud of his breath.
Good point, but I would have to do something about the food. My cats seem rather eager to gulp down that mess but I think I would prefer to be fed from the table. That or I would have to hunt for my food, a little exercise to keep me in shape.
The true benefit of cathood is the 5-6 naps per day, minimum. That and all the massages I want. puurrrrrrrrrrrrr
F*ckin' meow.
With that cat, they would have to turn the garage into the litter box....
What is that, a dog in a Halloween costume?
Dang. Here kitty kitty kitty.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Cats make great coyote food. The whole "circle of life" thing. Disney approved.
One important negative of being a cat would be Not getting to use the toilet paper. I think the cat method of cleaning up after the litterbox could go a long way to explain the bad breath.
mark:
now ya done made me cry...
It's been an amazing time for reflection. I did fine until I heard her 3 year old sister running around their family home the next day asking "Where the baby? Where the baby?" and it dawned on me that she'd never understand. Never get it. She'd just slowly quit looking. And then forget. That was my major moment.
Mark, I must have missed something. How did this happen?? (Don't answer if you feel I'm prying.)
My condolences. :(
Sorry, Mark.
I am for once, speechless.
BigMur
Mark, my condolences...
Where can we all send a card ?
Edited by Nov 27, 2002 3:49 pm
'Rina - She was a little girl with breathing difficulties from birth. She got sick one day with a flu-ish sort of illness. Her mom was in the process of getting her meds to comfort her in Evanston, Wyoming when I last saw her. I'd just gotten out of church and it was an unplanned rendezvous. I felt Sophia's forehead and gave her a kiss. I could still hear her weak cries as her mom, my sister checked out. Her mom took her to Salt Lake City where the baby died in a pediatric facility. Just quit breathing. The medical people worked on her heroically, for 45 minutes. She simply wouldn't re-start.
This child had done this at home two or three times, but each time was able to start breathing again with the assistance of her mom (a nurse). My sister believes that her baby waited until she wasn't at home anymore, in a place where her mom couldn't blame herself. Who am I to say otherwise.
Mur: No need. I've printed up this sheet.
BOT: Only a little over 300 messages to go, friends.
Mark, again, I am sorry. What a horrible ordeal. Your sister has a beautiful vision of her daughter's intent. I certainly wouldn't question it, either.
If the family decides to start a fund at a charity or the SLC pediatric facility in Sophia Bell's memory, let me know, OK?
that is a lovely thought.
I dunno but this just popped into my head:
everytime ted talks about having a shasta, i get this mental image of ted mounting my nephew's saint bernard called "Shasta". does anyone have any brain drain-o?
You should have seen the look on the flight attendant's face the this past Sunday when she said, "and you sir, what can I get you to drink?" and I said, "Oh I'll have a Shasta."
I knew a girl named Shasta. Life can be hard.
The Evil Baroness - Nov 28, 2002 8:26 pm (#2692 of 2911)
I have two copy editors here that say that cat photo is FAKE, Weasel. Sorry.
Cat Lover, the EB.
The Evil Baroness - Nov 28, 2002 8:29 pm (#2693 of 2911)
Mark, I am sure Primary Children's did everything they could have to save your daughter. (I did my internship there 24 years ago.)
But, all she needed to do was come here, and gain a body , and return to a better place, the EB.
Thanks, Daisy.
Thanks, Daisy.
I told y'all daisy was a sweetheart. how about a name change: voluptuous baroness?
The Evil Baroness - Nov 29, 2002 5:59 pm (#2697 of 2911)
Yeah, well, maybe, but if anyone hears from Zach, let him know he needs to email me - two days before dinner, his email addy reads "undeliverable". So, I will show up with daughters in tow to avoid embarrassing "no shows".
The EB.
ok, will do daisy... bulliten board bulletin board, this is central. all points bulletin on zack. all points bulletin on zack. description follows:
tall or short, riding a motorcycle and has a small chiuauauaua strapped to his chest. last seen in the vicinity of utah. wearing a tee shirt that reads: polygamy is NOT a pygmy who majors in politics!
be on the lookout for this man. he is armed and legged. has one head that you can see and may be having a methane moment.
please advise if you make contact...roger, over and out.
dang funny, 66!!
Personally, if I saw such a critter next to me at a stop light, I'd lock my doors!!
daisy, i talked to him last night. i'll leave a message on his voicemail and tell him you're looking for him....
I'm right here Daisy, can't you see me waving?!!
See you at 6:00 tonight! Call me if you need directions. (Just remember that I am a man, and you know how we are about directions...)
Hey, wait... you two have met before, right? Or is this message board history in the making??
A nosy person wants to know!
History in the making 'Rina!
go zack go zack go zack... we're all behind ya man...no really. right behind ya...look over your shoulder...that's us wearing the satyr costumes and waving...
I WONDERED who that was!
It was a pleasure to meet Daisy! I hope she enjoyed the evening as much as I did. Robert Redford dropped in at the restaurant we went to! (For some reason he didn't even come over to our table to say Hi. Ah Celebrities...)
You know, celebrity sightings are very good luck!
C'mon Dais...SPILL!! I'm living vicariously through others and need the first-date rush.
I am way too much of a gentleman to ask.... NOT!
Back
on
Topic:
These
are
merely
filler
words
and
I
highly
reccomend
ignoring
them
all.
easier
said
than
done.
ha
ha!
I
think
I
Edited by Nov 30, 2002 7:46 pm
can,
I
think
I
can.
can
what?
can
can-can
hubba
hubba?
Double
I onnce bought some "REAL LIVE Mexican Jumping Beans" at the "Falls" in Provo".
They died two days later!
(Damn maggots!!)
Damn Maggots wbagnfa-punk-b!
At
least
this
thread
knows
the
end
of
its
Edited by Dec 1, 2002 10:33 am
destination
.
AMEN!
and AWOMEN!!!
joonie and judi
I'd like to see your pictures, but you're linking them to files on your computer. (file:///C:/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/back2bac.jpg)
Surgery
In
The
Morning...
Please
Send
Good
Vibes
Oh
yes,
you'll
be
in
our
hearts
and
prayers.
Thanky! xo.
Best wishes 'Rina!
Remember, don't eat or drink anything after midnight!
But you can suck on us! We're lo cal and no fiber! (pre-approved for surgery!)
(Shifts in chair. Looks around innocently.)
>>SPLURRRRRRRRTTTTT<<<<
there goes my seltzer water :)
gosh, caile got married, rina's having her nose roto-rootered... pretty much the same thing? you make the call ;)
>>>>>>>>ducking<<<<<<<<<
"Life in Barryland"!
It's a great place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there!
(Uncle Pete...)
The Evil Baroness - Dec 2, 2002 2:00 am (#2784 of 2911)
Judi's always got it right.
Boy , you guys sure did some interesting speculating back there. And I saw the limo, but no sightings of Redford. I was too embarassed about being late. 25 years after I've lived in UT, and I still think I know my way around. And, I think I talked about myself too much...
Colorina, enjoy the PreOp. Just think, it's the only "wild" us Mormons get, (Other than the Light of Christ on Sunday.)(Unless Zach is at an Embassy Suites)
NOTE: WE DID NOT GO TO AN EMBASSY SUITES!! Shut up, you guys...
The EB.
Edited by Dec 1, 2002 6:04 pm
Well, which hotel did you go to?
There was NO hotel involved!!
So stop your filthy imaginations!
(Or at least put on the parking brake...)
If I had a parking brake on my filthy imagination, I could have stayed out of detention in high school. Hey, it's their fault for trying to teach me "sex ed".
Suddenly,
the
rutabaga
grew
You calling my nose a rutabaga?
It's 10pm, and I have tampons and splints in my nose, splints outside my nose, and a nose diaper suspended by two elastics around my ears. My younger son handled it well & watched Animal Planet with me this evening, the older one is keeping his distance. (He's more squeemish about blood, I guess)
The drugs (Vicadin!) are working well enough for me to play with this computer and nothing really hurts much at all. Not bad considering I got out of almost 3 hours of surgery at 4. They kicked me out of the building (it's a surgical ctr near the real hospital) at 5:30 or so because it was sleeting and the nurses were freaking.
There you have it. More later when I can type without backspacing so much...
xo, 'Rina
Rina "Nose" everything will be okay... glad there is minimal pain involved, Rina.
woohooo, rinabaga!
There once was a mayor from Florida
who could rhyme anyhting with florida... get well rina...
Who wrote limericks that were horrider
than anything bjorn thought
as
he
paced
the
ceiling
fan
OK, I know I'm wasted on Vicodin, but that made NO sense, gents!
How 'bout we start again:
There once was a mayor from Jersey...
Whose language was always quite cursey
He once said, too loud,
"Damn, she's well endowed!"
But she sure as shit ain't Barbara Hershey
Ehh-xcellent!!
(Didja ever notice how Barbara Hershey's lips get bigger and smaller and bigger and smaller...?)
Were we talking about her lips?
No. I just brought that up as an aside. But you can bring up whatever side of her you wish to talk about, and if that brings up any part of yours, keep it to yourself (or tell 66...)!!
How 'bout her artistic side?
(Actually, I don't think I even know what she looks like. The name just came to me as I searched for a rhyme.)
BigMur
Whoa...who's the blonde ?
Not my type.
Ick! to both of them.
Why do so many women insist on wearing make-up and outfits that make them look like aliens?
Because it attracts the slimeballs with money.
slimeballs are aliens, too. they come from the planet recta, in the scopia galaxy...
Edited by Dec 3, 2002 3:18 pm
Takes one to know one. ;)
Because they don't live in the same world as us. The extra make-up is needed to look glamorous under bright lights & at a distance. I think Barbara's dress looks lovely (did you notice the man behind her is standing on the dress' train??) The other lady needs a reality check with her birth certificate & maybe a last-minute re-sizing on that dress.
humpy: mine are NOT slimy. however, i am an alien. just ask miss debbie.
Wait - 66 - your balls aren't slimy but you are an alien? Is that possible? I thought all aliens had slimy balls... unless you mean illegal alien... are you actually Mexican?
BigMur
I asked who she was because I'm curious as to which body shop she gets her work done at...she has more "bondo" on her face than my old '79 Pinto's fenders...you know, at some point in your life you have to realize that putting on all that freakin' war paint just makes you kind of...hideous...scary actually...
And at some point in your life (you Steven Seagal wannabe type guys) you also have to realize that pony-tails and earrings just look downright silly...
rina: meeee-ow :)
not that i disagree!
Damn straight. "Aging Men in Pony Tails" WBA realistic NF some RB. And why anyone would want to be a Steven Seagal wannabe.... YISH.
One thing that I find grating are girls who wear the skin-tight half-tops and hip-huggers but are way too chubby for it. I also hate seeing really young girls in any shape dressed like hookers. A little self-respect, teens!
Edited by Dec 3, 2002 5:45 pm
Judi...I lost a couple of pounds right before I got married and my off-the-shoulder dress was drooping all day! I had to keep pulling it up and pulling it up...that lady could use a similar reminder, don'tcha think? Or a little of that "body glue" that pageant girls use to keep their swimsuits from riding up.
Here's some more Barbara Hershey...I think she's a pretty good actress. That picture of her at some award show doesn't do her justice. 
they're talking about the exact same thing on my book list. pre-teens in spaghetti straps with bra straps showing.... and overweight people with low-risers and belly shirts...one woman said she had a student dressed that way with a hairy belly.... ugh.
Yish!!
A local school adopted a strict dress code to deal with that. Instead of being sent home, however (some punishment!), girls were given a really ugly t-shirt to wear for the remainder of the day that said "I violated the school dress code today. Tomorrow I will dress appropriately." CRUEL! But I think it's great. How are guys supposed to pay attention in class when the girl in front of him is wearing hip-huggers so low they're called "Pencil Holders"...because you can put your pencil in her butt cleavage!!
when i was in high school, we had 'drive-in' pants.... with zippers all the way up and down both legs... some guy bought me a pair, and my sister made my mom let me keep 'em. man.
BigMur
Judi, when you were in high school, there were drive-ins ?
>running<<
yes, we took a stagecoach and parked where we could watch the buffalo roam....
BigMur
Heh heh...
Here is a fun fact: Oregon only has four drive ins still running. I grew up in a town with one of them, and my mother grew up in a town with another one. I've seen the third, but the fourth is still in an unknown location. If you have any information regarding this fourth drive in theatre please call: 1 800 drive in.
we still have a working drive-in down here in south florida, and it gets first run movies too. we went once ... when the power rangers movie was on another screen. i can't remember what we went to see, but the kids watched that one ;)
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Man, that's a lot of Hummers...hmmm, oughta change that...
Is your Hummer made of Legos?
We still have a drive-in around here, 30 minutes north in Mt. Airy (hometown of Andy Griffith, y'all!) but I've only been there once. It was nasty & overrun with stray cats & mosquitos!! There was another a bit closer to Winston-Salem in Walkertown that closed a couple of years ago because the owner was tired of it and couldn't find a buyer. They did a great business, had a wonderful grill, and we'd get there early, park up front & sit outside in a chaise lounges, kids running around in front of the screen waiting for the sun to go down. Gorgeous Americana! I miss it.
Now, Judi, about those pants... how old were you when some guy bought you pants he could get you out of so easily & your mom allowed you to keep them?????
>>jumping back a few posts<<<
So I went home and asked my wife " why have I heard of Barbara Hershey?" - and it turns out she's in one of my favorite movies, The Stuntman, which we watched sometime in the last couple months. I don't pay much attention to names of actors and actresses, and I didn't recognize her picture with those Mr. Potato-head lips.
>>resume countdown<<<<
Minnesota still has quite a few drive-ins, even though they can only operate about 4 months a year. My earliest drive-in memory is when dad took the whole family to "Lawrence of Arabia*" back when they charged $1 per car; that's 16.67 cents apiece for those of you who care**. Anyhow it was pouring rain through most of the (4 hour) movie, so we got to see Peter O'Toole and Omarriding camels across the desert and nearly dying of thirst in a thunderstorm.
* 1962 according to the IMDB
** no one.
BigMur
I spent a lot of my teenage years camped out underneath one of the screens at the local drive-in...it was party central, convenient to our neighborhoods and the liquor store where my sister someone would buy us beer...it also was convenient to the neighboring woods where we grew some uh...botanical influences...
Never got caught sneakin' in but we often got hassled at the snack bar...
Wow, now that's getting a lot of entertainment for your money, even then! I still recall going to the Drive-In when I was a kid. We saw...what was it called? "One Million, BC" with Raquel Welch? I found a copy on video and brought it when I visited my father during his last year, and I never saw the man's face light up quite like that when he saw it and said, "For ME???" Well, I couldn't say NO!! It was a pleasure to finally give him something he really liked after a lifetime of getting it fairly wrong!
Mur...I would never have guessed that about you!! Any of it!!
So tell me: how do you do that strike-through you do so well?
BigMur
Oh my past is quite colorful...psychadelic in fact...
(just like "i" for italics and "b" for bold, but you use "s" for strikethrough)
Thanks again Captain Flashbacks Big Mur!!
i really love my boss.
BigMur
Happiness is a warm gun down comforter...
he is such a nice guy.
he is so smart and considerate.
really like to slap the shit
hug him
I like your airplane, Mur! And I'm proud to say that I guessed "Mustang" before I read it!! Vvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrroooom!
BigMur
I know where D.B. Cooper Argentina is...
(strategicly used strikeouts can really change a statement, huh ?)
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 7:04 am
Agent: Get some medication! fresh air, you'll feel better!!
I really need electroshock...i am sure no one would notice the burn marks on him
Just put ExLax in his coffee and have the rest of the day off from him...
OK, don't do that. Agent? AAAAAAGEEEEEENNNT!!!
(frantically searching for laxitives) WWBAGNFACULTMOVIE
We'll
never
make
it,
I
biscuits
think
we
should
turn
back.
cheddar
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 9:43 am
We should turn the other cheese?
Regarding an ancient post (2692? I don't remember):
Yes, that picture of a man holding a giant kitty is fake. But it's still funny.
And now, more silly poetry:
Roses are red,
violets are scary
BigMur
My mother-in-laws armpits
are braided and hairy
BigMur
>>snork<<
ROFL
you guys are NUTS... thanks for a good lunchtime laugh ;) nothing to say here except:
rina: 15
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 9:58 am
>>frazzle<<
BigMur
>>flips through secret board code book<<
"Rina: 15"
Hmmm, that's interesting...
Mur: Raddishes!
My cat has large whiskers.
Mrs. Thompson wore the green <<<flips through book>>> hamster.
BigMur
Doorknob !
The red fox leaps on the hairy mother-in-law's armpits.
BigMur
Film @ 11:00...
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 10:27 am
Hey! >>true story alert<<<
Back when I first started posting at the old herald board, I posted something which someone immediately followed with "Doorknob!" I interpreted it as an insult or an admonition and spent literally tens of seconds agonizing over what I had said to offend. Eventually I got over it and moved on. Andnow here I am again reliving the trauma, and wondering is this a movie reference or something that I don't get, or an old board inside joke, or am I in fact, a doorknob?
BigMur
I wouldn't want to be a doorknob. All day long, people are grabbing your head and twisting.
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 10:32 am
quick picture work Mur.
How'd you get the M-i-l to pose for the picture?
BigMur
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 10:37 am
"Doorknob", in some social circles, is what one says immediately upon hearing or letting a fart and wishes to deny claiming ownership of said fart...one also simultaneously positions their preferred thumb upon their forehead and glances around the room to see who else is doing the same...the last one in compliance then becomes ridiculed by the rest as the farter...
At least that's what we did when I was growing up...
It's just used here as an obscure reference, usually to divert attention or change the subject...
And that's not the mother-in-law, don't know who it is...but getting that fox to jump on command was tricky...
Google image search is great, if you've got the filters "off"...
I think that disclaiming farts is part of growing up in any social circle.
BigMur
At a certain age, yes...
Speaking of age, oh sleepy-headed males, "15" was Judi's answer to my question regarding how old she was when she received the gift drive-in pants. Jud-ay, I stand behind, next to and akimbo to Dave's name for you: slut.
learn to be proud of what? cheese biscuits? slut pants? Oh, of course...more butt-gas references!!
I, for one, liked Mikey's demented train of thought on door knobs. And that oddly timed "we... will... never... make... it,... I... biscuits" series of posts almost caused me to bust my stitches. Have I mentioned today just how sore my nose is? I really want to tell someone who hasn't already heard me whine about it. It hurts today. The sinuses don't feel like much of anything, but this nose could be nicer. Bad nose.
sorry 'rina, I deleted the interstitial post to which you refer - so no one knows what your blathering blithering about 'cept me.
You haven't told my boss about your nose yet. I'll go get her and have her read your post. She's a very caring empathetic sort.
Ok. I'll wait here.
BigMur
I hope for Rina's sake, someone has hidden the pepper...
Leaving the pepper out would be MEAN. MEAN!!
BigMur
The last thing you need right now is to be sneezing...it happened to me about 4 hours after my neck surgery...even worth the free-flowing morphine IV, it was rough...
Oh, mannnnnnnnnnn... that would be really-really awful! What did you have done to your neck & did the surgery work??
I have had a few coughs, and that was quite enough. Hitting myself in the nose while trying to move my hair or scratch my eyebrow or something has happened about 3-4 times, and that was rather heartbreaking.
Er, hi everyone! I'm Bjorn's boss! No really!
I've always liked that guy, but doesn't he look (in this shot at least) like he got a nose-job from an elevator door? Smooooosh!
Edited by Dec 4, 2002 1:54 pm
about time weasy.
say something empathetic, or sympathetic . . .or simply pathetic
Still waiting...! Gettin' NEEEEEEEEEEEEDIER by the moment here!
"Hey look, everyone! Less than 100 to go! And oh yes, Bjorn, I'm giving you a 5%%* raise!"
*5%% = 5 percent of a percent.
...And I'm here to confiscate your chair. You are now chairless.
good thing I'm not in mexico . . . .
