Reputations points...

[Rich-n-Texas]

post 1450

Nice job thread killer.

[L.J.]

Nice job thread killer.

[Rich-n-Texas]

LAKERS SUCK!!!

[Rich-n-Texas]

SON OF A B!TCH!!! Who the frick put me into 4 greenie status???

I've threatened to just kill myself twice, but you people STILL don't listen!!! What do I GOTTA DO??? Set off a friggin' nuke???

Somebody's gonna pay for this... STICKS!!!

[bobsticks]

Nice job thread killer.

Dead? Not by a longshot...there's so much more silliness to go around.

So, here's the new thing. I have constructed this malevolent sockpuppet in a reasonable facsimile of a llama. Evil little thing too, and it's taken of it's own accord to pinching my girlfriend's rearend.I have no control over it whatsoever. Maybe it's some dim genetic leak or an unexplained superstition but she has this paranormal hatred for it...the sockpuppet, not so much the assgrabbing.

Anyway, the madder she gets the worse her grasp of the English language becomes. It's like having Lucy Lui with Louie Anderson's voice from the skit with the Chinese Buffet..." I TELL YOU FOUR TIMES NOW...NO SOCKPUPPET!!!.I highly recommend it.


I'm just sayin'.

[Rich-n-Texas]

Ummm... just kidding sticks.

[GMichael]

And we round yet another bend into the land of nonsense.

One bright day, in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came & shot the two dead boys
We know this story must be true..
The blind man saw it too.

[Rich-n-Texas]

Ya know, this thread is only 72 posts behind the "what is spinning" thread in RR. We're not that far away! We can do it! Come on!

[Sir Terrence the Terrible]

Ya know, this thread is only 72 posts behind the "what is spinning" thread in RR. We're not that far away! We can do it! Come on!

Is that why we are doing this?? Okay......

[L.J.]

Is that why we are doing this?? Okay......

Uh..doing what?

[audio_dude]

Thought the place might enjoy some nice poetry.

DOWN AND OUT

So, you've come to the tropics, heard all you had to do
Was sit in the shade of a cocoanut glade while the dollars roll into you.
They told you that at the bureau? Did you get the statistics all straight?
Well, hear what it did to another kid, before you decide your fate.

You don't go down with a hard, short fall - you just sort of shuffle along
And loosen your load of the moral code, till you can't tell the right from the wrong.
I started out to be honest, with everything on the square,
But a man can't fool with the Golden Rule in a crowd that won't play fair.

'Twas a case of riding a dirty race, or of being an also-ran,
My only hope was to steal and dope the horse of another man.
I pulled a deal in Guayaquil in an Inca silver mine,
But before they found it was salted ground I was safe in Argentine.

I made short weight on the River Plate, when running a freighter there,
And I cracked a crib on a rich estate without even turning a hair.
But the deal that will everlastingly bar my soul when it knocks at Heaven's doors,
Was peddling booze to the Santa Cruz, and Winchester forty-fours.

Made unafraid by my kindly aid, the drunk-crazed brutes came down
And left in a shivering, blazing mass a flourishing border town.
I was next in charge of a smugglers barge off the coast of Yucatan,
But she sank to hell off Cozumel one night in a hurricane.

I got to shore on a broken oar, in the filthy, shrieking dark;
With the other two of the good ship's crew converted into shark.
From a limestone cliff I flagged a skiff with a pair of salt-soaked jeans,
And I worked my way, for I couldn't pay, on a fruiter to New Orleans.

It's kind of a habit, the tropics, it gets you worse than rum;
You'll get away and swear you'll stay, but it calls, and back you come.
Six years went by before I was back on the job,
Running a war in Salvador, with a black-faced, barefooted mob.

I was General Santiago Hicks at the head of a grand revolt,
And my only friend from start to end was a punishing army Colt.
I might have been a president, a prosperous man of means,
But a gunboat came and blocked my game with a hundred and ten marines.

So I awoke from my dream, dead broke - drifted from from bad to worse;
Sank as low as a man can go who walks with an empty purse.
But stars, they say, appear by day, when you're down in a deep, black pit;
My lucky star found me that way, when I was about to quit.

On a fiery hot, flea-ridden cot, I was down with the yellow jack,
Alone in the bush and all but dead, when she found me and nursed me back.
She came like the miracle man of old and opened my poor blind eyes,
And upon me shone a bright new dawn as I turned my face to the skies.

There was pride and grace in her brown young face,
For hers was the blood of kings;
In her eyes there shone the glory of empires gone,
And the secret of world-old things.

We were spliced in a Yankee meeting house on the land of your Uncle Sam,
And I drew my pay from the U. S. A., for I worked at the Gatun Dam.
Then the Devil sent his right-hand man (I might have expected he would)
And he took her life with a long thin knife, because she was straight and good.

Within me died hope, honor, pride - all but a primitive will
To hunt him down on his blood-red trail - find him and kill, and kill.
Through logwood swamps and chicle camps I hunted him many a moon,
And I found my man in a long pit-pen, by the side of a blue lagoon.

The chase was o'er at the farthest shore - it ended my two years quest;
And I left him there with a vacant stare and a John Crow on his chest.
You see these punctures on my arm? Do you want to know what they mean?
Those marks were left by fingers deft of my trained nurse, "Miss Morphine."

Of course you'll say that's worse than drink; it's possible, too, you're right;
At least it drives away the things that come and peer in the night.
There is a homestead down in an old Maine town, with lilacs around the gate,
And the Northerners whisper "It might have been," but the truth has come too late.

They say they'll give me one month to live - a month or a year is the same;
I haven't the heart to play my part to the end of a losing game.
For whenever you play, whatever the way, for stakes that are large or small,
The claws of the tropics will gather your pile and the dealer gets it all.

Clarence Leonard Hay, author.

[bobsticks]

Ya know, this thread is only 72 posts behind the "what is spinning" thread in RR. We're not that far away! We can do it! Come on!

You know, posts are one thing but there's only six of us viewing the thing...


Reputations points... ( 1 2 3 4 5 ... Last Page) ......1,460 28,451
vs.
What is spinning? ( 1 2 3 4 5 ... Last Page)........... 1,528 51,875

I'm just sayin'

[audio_dude]

You know, posts are one thing but there's only six of us viewing the thing...

That just makes us fanboys.

[GMichael]

You know, posts are one thing but there's only six of us viewing the thing...


Reputations points... ( 1 2 3 4 5 ... Last Page) ......1,460 28,451
vs.
What is spinning? ( 1 2 3 4 5 ... Last Page)........... 1,528 51,875

I'm just sayin'

That's just one more goal for us to reach for.

[bobsticks]

Yes, much like Spanky we need to reach for the stars...

[GMichael]

Yes, much like Spanky we need to reach for the stars...

If you keep firing greenies at me, I'm going to start firing back, And MY GUN IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!

[GMichael]

D'm it! My gun is jammed again.
I'll get you Stix. And your little dog too.

[bobsticks]

If you keep firing greenies at me, I'm going to start firing back, And MY GUN IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!

I guess it's all about shot placement, eh?

[Groundbeef]

No, it simply appears that GM blew his wad early. Again (according to the ladies...)

He will be better later, as the party progresses.

[GMichael]

No, it simply appears that GM blew his wad early. Again (according to the ladies...)

He will be better later, as the party progresses.

I had no trouble getting a shot off at you Beefy. You may need a towel for that one.
Still can't get a shot off at Stix though. I'll have to spread more love to some other members. Look out everyone, Bam Bam's got a gun!

[GMichael]

I guess it's all about shot placement, eh?

It's quallity, not quantity.

[GMichael]

I guess it's all about shot placement, eh?

Ha! Pushed you over 350! Now you're just a nice guy instead of a rough jewel.

[bobsticks]

Damn you. No one on the Net or in the real world would ever accuse me of this.

[bobsticks]

Ha! Pushed you over 350! Now you're just a nice guy instead of a rough jewel.

Response: http://forums.audioreview.com/showth...564#post245564

[GMichael]

Response: http://forums.audioreview.com/showth...564#post245564

Ditto: http://forums.audioreview.com/showth...d=1#post245566