Kool
02-20-2009, 02:10 PM
All you, Mother in law battling, Blobbering, Welcoming the age of Aquarius, Starting another horrible story thread, Debating cereal mascots, Quilt smoking, Pissed at Facebook, Graphic designers!!!
Have a great weekend!!! http://koolsplace.com/images/eatdrink042.gif
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweek.gif
Okay...listen to this...since you mentioned Johnnie Walker....I was out and a friend of mine is talking to the bartender and asks what the price of the Black Label is...she decides it's too pricy, orders the Red....and then..
yes....
mixes it with Coke. Might as well have put a pancaking Skittle in it.
There is a lot of nailing going on here. Where am I? A home depot?
But wait! You said "sound" not "sounds" so I think the proper translation would be "Awesome, it makes me pant like a pervert!"
And now, we need BAND AIDS!
Let's think about this logically, shall we?
First of all - this is a battle royal - so everyone starts out in the ring, get pushed out of the ring and you're eliminated.
With that in mind, Sonny gets agitated instantly and bounces himself out. Tony, being a tiger, goes immediately for a nice juicy rabbit and downs the Trix bunny. Dig'em would go for his natural prey - the Cheerios Honey Bee - and consume him in likewise fashion. Snap Crackle and Pop team up with their fellow fey creature Lucky to take down evil spirit of the night Count Chocula, driving Lucky's shillelagh through his heart, but not before the Count mesmerizes at least one of them, say... Crackle, into killing himself and bites Pop turning him into a vampire. By this time, old man Cap'n Crunch has managed to wake up from his nap and free his sword from its scabbard in time to be ripped to shreds by Tony. Digem turns his attention to Pop, ensnaring him with his gooey tounge, but is unable to do any real damage - Lucky takes advantage of the deadlocked pair, scattering their brains across the ring with sharp blows from his shillelagh.
Down to Tony, Snap, and Lucky. Lucky offers Tony a wish. Tony wishes to be the last one standing - a wish granted as blood pours his ears and he dies instantly, but remains standing. Without his elven brothers, Snap is no match for Lucky's magic and shillelagh skills.
Lucky wins.
Thats it. You've all forced me to do this. The Darkest, evilest, BLACKEST sig ever.
You've been warned.
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http://ourtacos.com/ESW/Images/Black_Square.jpg
I only got into tech theatre cuz I wanted to be one of those guys wearing the cool headphones...
Seriously...
:D
can I get that in a to go bag?
I have a migraine and my dodgy vision read that as "can I get a go in that bag?", which was promptly follwed by a mental image of NT in a sack, being beaten with a bat by pointy. Too much for me to handle. I need to step away from the computer until the old noodle is fully operational again.
This thread is deranged.
*sings*
"Home, home on deranged
where the Tea and the Tuliptree play.
Where Bladez is heard,
An encouraging word,
And the shoes
they get painted all day."
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweekclassic.gif
Why are they always babes in these pieces?
Just once I'd like to see some unshaven slob slurping a beer in a t-shirt sprout the wings and all that curlicue stuff.
And you know, when you think about, we middle-aged guys know more about sprouting unusual threads from various parts of our bodies than most other people.
Sure thing Buda. I miss being able to do what I needed to do without a car. I managed just fine in the UK and we only got our first car when me and the hubster were 26 and 29. I am feeling the urge to turn my back on the automotive world once more.
Unfortunatly getting a bus now involves...
folding up the kid's stroller whilst trying to stop the three year old running off down the road and holding the one year old like a squiggling sack of weasels and then trying to wrestle all three objects up the steps onto the bus and then feeding the paper money into the machine whilst trying not to maim the people in the front seats with the folded up stroller and stopping both kids from doing the Godzilla and Rodana in Tokyo routine all the way to where we are going, then repeating the whole ordeal in reverse to get back off.
Did someone say MASSAGE??? http://forums.viachicago.org/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif
I am a foot massage fiend. A serious one. I think it borders on an unhealthy obsession. In fact, not only my husband, but my daughter, my mother and my sister all know what it means when I plop my feet in their lap. They all run when the socks come off. Except my daughter, who I have accidentally passed on my obsession to. She gives me her foot right back, so it works out. Then there's reflexology and shiatsu.......(I drool like Homer Simpson). You know those feet massage machine things? I have one, and I will run it so long, its about 200 thousand degrees by the time I turn it off. I could have my feet rubbed all day and I'd never say stop. I think I'm sick. Help me.
No really, here's my feet.
Have a great weekend!!! http://koolsplace.com/images/eatdrink042.gif
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweek.gif
Okay...listen to this...since you mentioned Johnnie Walker....I was out and a friend of mine is talking to the bartender and asks what the price of the Black Label is...she decides it's too pricy, orders the Red....and then..
yes....
mixes it with Coke. Might as well have put a pancaking Skittle in it.
There is a lot of nailing going on here. Where am I? A home depot?
But wait! You said "sound" not "sounds" so I think the proper translation would be "Awesome, it makes me pant like a pervert!"
And now, we need BAND AIDS!
Let's think about this logically, shall we?
First of all - this is a battle royal - so everyone starts out in the ring, get pushed out of the ring and you're eliminated.
With that in mind, Sonny gets agitated instantly and bounces himself out. Tony, being a tiger, goes immediately for a nice juicy rabbit and downs the Trix bunny. Dig'em would go for his natural prey - the Cheerios Honey Bee - and consume him in likewise fashion. Snap Crackle and Pop team up with their fellow fey creature Lucky to take down evil spirit of the night Count Chocula, driving Lucky's shillelagh through his heart, but not before the Count mesmerizes at least one of them, say... Crackle, into killing himself and bites Pop turning him into a vampire. By this time, old man Cap'n Crunch has managed to wake up from his nap and free his sword from its scabbard in time to be ripped to shreds by Tony. Digem turns his attention to Pop, ensnaring him with his gooey tounge, but is unable to do any real damage - Lucky takes advantage of the deadlocked pair, scattering their brains across the ring with sharp blows from his shillelagh.
Down to Tony, Snap, and Lucky. Lucky offers Tony a wish. Tony wishes to be the last one standing - a wish granted as blood pours his ears and he dies instantly, but remains standing. Without his elven brothers, Snap is no match for Lucky's magic and shillelagh skills.
Lucky wins.
Thats it. You've all forced me to do this. The Darkest, evilest, BLACKEST sig ever.
You've been warned.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
http://ourtacos.com/ESW/Images/Black_Square.jpg
I only got into tech theatre cuz I wanted to be one of those guys wearing the cool headphones...
Seriously...
:D
can I get that in a to go bag?
I have a migraine and my dodgy vision read that as "can I get a go in that bag?", which was promptly follwed by a mental image of NT in a sack, being beaten with a bat by pointy. Too much for me to handle. I need to step away from the computer until the old noodle is fully operational again.
This thread is deranged.
*sings*
"Home, home on deranged
where the Tea and the Tuliptree play.
Where Bladez is heard,
An encouraging word,
And the shoes
they get painted all day."
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweekclassic.gif
Why are they always babes in these pieces?
Just once I'd like to see some unshaven slob slurping a beer in a t-shirt sprout the wings and all that curlicue stuff.
And you know, when you think about, we middle-aged guys know more about sprouting unusual threads from various parts of our bodies than most other people.
Sure thing Buda. I miss being able to do what I needed to do without a car. I managed just fine in the UK and we only got our first car when me and the hubster were 26 and 29. I am feeling the urge to turn my back on the automotive world once more.
Unfortunatly getting a bus now involves...
folding up the kid's stroller whilst trying to stop the three year old running off down the road and holding the one year old like a squiggling sack of weasels and then trying to wrestle all three objects up the steps onto the bus and then feeding the paper money into the machine whilst trying not to maim the people in the front seats with the folded up stroller and stopping both kids from doing the Godzilla and Rodana in Tokyo routine all the way to where we are going, then repeating the whole ordeal in reverse to get back off.
Did someone say MASSAGE??? http://forums.viachicago.org/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif
I am a foot massage fiend. A serious one. I think it borders on an unhealthy obsession. In fact, not only my husband, but my daughter, my mother and my sister all know what it means when I plop my feet in their lap. They all run when the socks come off. Except my daughter, who I have accidentally passed on my obsession to. She gives me her foot right back, so it works out. Then there's reflexology and shiatsu.......(I drool like Homer Simpson). You know those feet massage machine things? I have one, and I will run it so long, its about 200 thousand degrees by the time I turn it off. I could have my feet rubbed all day and I'd never say stop. I think I'm sick. Help me.
No really, here's my feet.