Would you believe 500 posts?
This space for rent.
< in my best Eric Cartman voice >
Son of a bitch.
I knew I should have triple posted.
< looking for a bottle to drown my sorrows with >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Wait…the Terminator is here? Think we could find Kyle Reese anywhere and pick him up? DAMN, that man is sexy!
< waiting for howls of outrage from the assembled guys in the thread >
“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.” - George Carlin
falcon: Judging by the ending of The Terminator, you could easily pick up Reese up.
With a spatula.
Wanna drown your sorrows with me?
Hey! Put that bottle down! It was just a joke, Falcon!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
…Kyle Reese?
Yas… :: gets a human-locator thing ::
Eep, no, I didn’t want to find Bill Clinton, that would be bad. I think this thing has been getting into the tequila…
SEALE! You are in SUCH trouble! < glaring >
What? Well…I suppose you could make it up to me…care to hand me that bottle of scotch?? < grinning >
And, I will get you back.
“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.” - George Carlin
:::chugs happily on his gallon of everclear:::
Y’know…these cyborgs coming out of…:::belches::: nowhere…it really makes me angry…angry at the world for making…crazy robots…and angry at the government for making crazy laws to put me in prison FOR TWENTY CONSECUTIVE LIFE TERMS!..I mean, can a man truly live in this…country?
:::hiccups:::
That’s…wuz wrong here…too…many…cyborgs…
:::passes out on top of the ambulance as his precious cargo falls off the back of the ambulance:::
:::chugs happily on his gallon of everclear:::
Y’know…these cyborgs coming out of…:::belches::: nowhere…it really makes me angry…angry at the world for making…crazy robots…and angry at the government for making crazy laws to put me in prison FOR TWENTY CONSECUTIVE LIFE TERMS!..I mean, can a man truly live in this…country?
:::hiccups:::
That’s…wuz wrong here…too…many…cyborgs…
:::passes out on top of the ambulance as his precious cargo falls off the back of the ambulance:::
:::wakes up for a brief instant:::
And another…thing wrong…my computer…back home kept…making me do things…more…often than usual…damn…cyborgs…put me in…prison…Pokemon…
:::passes out once again:::
Wow, I just forgot what thread I’m on… ooh, look, in the corner, it says “Guy Stuff”… wow. I don’t belong here, I’m an interloper… oh well!
And got it!
Huh! Cyborgs?! Kyle Reese?!! What the hell?
I think we’re straying away from the original point- heavy drinking. Gimme the tequila.
Wait a minute… we’ve restocked the beer several times. But there’s always enough Tequila. Hmmm…
Obviously this relates the robot. Obviously tequila has been slipping back in time from a future where Mexico rules the world, and the android has come to fix everything.
Our tequila fueled rampage ahs subtlely altered history!
Oh well, too late to stop it. Let’s not do this by halves, folks. begins chugging tequila
Oh, yeah, KCCL is on the air. I’m not sure who the DJ but I think he crawled out of that sack on the road.
–John
:::startles awake, dazed and with a hangover:::
Ugghh…huh??..where am I? Memories…slowly coming back to me…alarms…blazing…
:::clutches his head:::
…guns…firing all in…my direction…bag…stuck in the swamp…can see…Jimmy…I remember Jimmy…long time coming…
:::screams:::
THEY’RE MISSING YOU AT THE BUREAU, JIMMY!!
:::shakes his head rapidly and calms down:::
Ahh…back on the road…freedom…
:::fires random shots at hitchhikers:::
Jose Cuervo, you are a friend of miiiiine…
Whoops, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to sing. Hope I didn’t offend anyone.
Did I just see the cat back there, jumping on the Terminator guy? I do not believe that cat is still alive. They really do have nine lives, don’t they?
:::chugchugchug:::
Heeeeeeeeere kitty kitty kitty…hehehehe…
Sorry, did anyone else say something?
I got behind Christi like she suggested and got distracted…
Nice ass, babe! BEELLLCCCHHH
Yer pal,
Satan
:: Ayesha lifts her head, looks around ::
and says…
Look out world, the Guy stuff thread is on a road trip, and Satan himself is along for the ride.
:: Drops head back into bowl of what looks like bean dip, (oh please, let it be bean dip) ::
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Let’s see. We’ve got Satan, nuns, some freakin’ cat-thing that won’t die (no matter how hard I try to kill it), some psycho- dude, a chef, and several drunk women.
Let’s go see the king!
Either that, or Vegas.
< drinking Cuervo, looking over shoulder for Falcon’s eventual attack >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
The problem or good thing however you look at it is this road trip would not look unusual in either Graceland or Vegas.
The getting there will be the fun part.
Jeffery
- the truck passes another roadside sign*
| AssBoink, Idaho - 57 miles |
| |
'''''''''''''
Hey ! You guys wanna stop there and scare the Rednecks for a while ?
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Damn, I’m so drunk I can’t even see the road signs well 
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Hellooooo!?!? Helloooooo?!
Shit, where did everybody go? And what happened to my toga? Man, I bet look stupid wearing this other stuff without the toga.
Lessee, my 151’s gone. So’s the lighter. But the razor’s still here-hope Cristi doesn’t drink that stuff, cause she won’t be able to shave her tongue afterwards.
So everybody’s gone…I’m in Unca B’s house…woo hoo! Squatter’s rights! Gotta be a strip mall coming through here sometime soon. And when it does-CHA-CHING, BABY!!!
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad