I have 3 jobs. And my question is, does the ability to quote Lewis Carrol make one educated? Cause if so, hey, my parents didnt waste any money on my “free” public education.
Sorry I didnt warn you about the lack of mummies, I didnt really feel it necessary, since every single item in there was 20 times cooler than some dead dude or broad )sorry if i offended any females) wrapped in old linens.
Sheesh, you get a book of the dead from the Brittish Museum and all people do is criticize.
-PSM
Oh my god! Was that in the exhibit? And I frickin’ missed it? FUCK!
No, but having a great smile, a balcony good enough to quote Shakespeare from AND an ability to quote Lewis Carrol makes me willing to assume she’s educated. Although, admittedly, as a straight male, I pretty much stopped at the balcony part.
The Lewis Carrol crap? I just paid attention to that so as to appease the “ethics demon” in me. 
“Book of the Dead?” Ahh, screw it! I went looking for a “Pamphlet of the I’m So Old But I Haven’t Died Yet and Oh Look! There’s Mold on My Leg!” But they must have been storing that with the mummies.
I can take out MJ? Brothers too? Oh goody!
::holding out a stuffed fuzzy bunny with pipe wrench hidden behind back::
“Oh Michael, where are yoooooo? I’ve got a present for y… Oh, there you are.”
::clunk::
“Y’know, this was supposed to be my weekend off, but noooo. You got me out here draggin’ your heavy ass through the burnin’ desert with your dreadlocks stickin’ out the back of my parachute. You gotta come down here with an attitude, actin’ all big and bad… and what the hell is that SMELL?!? I could’ve been at a barbecue! But I ain’t mad.” <— movie quote challenge of the day
Independence DAy-Will Smith
I’m in KCMO, and I think a get-together would be great. For an outdoors gathering, perhaps Lake Jacomo would work. For me it’s a plus if there’s room to set up croquet.
:smack: So I guess if ya read the whole thread before you post, then maybe you can tell if a place has been already chosen. :wally
Here at the Spooky Mansion, we give and give and give until it hurts. And if that special brand of hurting need be lawn space for croquet, well so be it! It’s done! We hurt for you!
On the plus side, croquet can get mighty violent with the right combination of alcohol and the wrong things said. It’ll be amusement for all! By the way, yo no tengo un croquet set, so someone will have to supply the stakes and mallets and flags and check fences and clips and deadness boards and balls and wickets.
Welcome to the party, Gary T!
Alright!! More victims, er, ah, guests that is. Updated list:
Auntie Em
Baker
Ender
Gary T
Horseflesh
psychomonkey
SkipMagic
The Unnameable
Not sure if I should include RickyRicardoIII on the list. Where is that pesky little Cuban anyway?
Oh yeah, croquet can be a lot of fun especially if there’s a beer round. [Calvin]You know, the temptation to misuse these things is awful.[/Calvin]
Um, yeah. I have no idea where this thread is going, but if Kansas City is still the location and August 11th is still the date, then… maybe.
I will be in Kansas City at that time. But that weekend will be the first time I have seen my girlfriend in almost two months. And since she’s pregnant and all, I can’t promise she’ll be the partying type. And I obviously won’t go if she won’t. But I will ask her if she’s interested. And please let me know if these plans have changed (I’m trying to keep up, but this is a little convoluted, to say the least…)
SanibelMan, ya’ nut! Why this is the easiest thread to follow. Your confusion must stem from all that Floridian sand you have in your shoes.
But…alas…I suppose…you have a somewhat viable point. This thread might be confusing to those who don’t have enough LSD to follow along properly. So…
Date: August 11th, 2002
Time: Noonish to Whenever (or until my cats kick you out)
Place: SkipMagic’s Spooky Mansion in Kearney, Missouri (directions to which I will post later.)
Please look at Horseflesh’s previous post to see a running list of attendees. Also, if you want anything swiped from the Nelson-Atkins Museum, please direct all requests to Pyschomonkey.
Dude.
This thread is so damn entertaining that if Murphy’s Law holds up, we shall have a completely lame-o Dopefest, where nobody is witty or entertaining in the least, there’s no Barry Manilow, and Psychomonkey doesn’t even go near the Tub-O-Jello, let alone the Burger Bikini.
Horseflesh, I was going to comment on your remark about Michael Jackson; I pretty much dropped off his fan list when he stopped looking like a Black man… hell, like a human (Thriller was the threshold), but Honey, when I am dead they’ll be prying my Off The Wall CD from my grip with the Jaws of Life.
Nonetheless, I’m all for Prince-when-he-had-a-name (for him I’ll go as far as Lovesexy, but Sign O’ The Times is my personal favorite. Shall I bring?
OK, doing my part to let this thread sink into oblivion…
Yeah, we don’t want to use up all our material before the Doper invasion of Kearney, MO kicks off.
Adding SanibelMan and SanibelWife as possibles… ::type, type, type, ka-ching:: We’ve still got missing Dopers unaccounted for: Crunchy Frog, Bobkitty, Truth, shannybonanny, and RickyRicardoIII. Dopers not coming include Anthracite, SoMoMom, and Kiki. Maybe next time guys.
Skip, do you want to do the honors early August of initiating the Dopeka: A Dope-a-licious Kansas City Area Gathering (Jell-O optional) (or something like that) thread? See y’all then!!
Sheesh, why don’t you attach a ball-and-chain battleaxe to poor SanibelMan’s leg? It should be SanibelGirlfriend.
Early August? Absolutely, my Dopefest-planning comrade. I’ll have a website set up by then with driving instructions to the house, a list of attendees (as such and so far) and what they’ve volunteered to bring. If you guys have any further questions, please feel free to e-mail me through the address I have set up in my profile. I check that every day.
If you have frilly panties to send me, we can meet. Except for Horseflesh–I’m just not interested in his panties, frilly or not.
Urk. Sorry SanibelMan, all I saw while blazing through your post was that she was pregnant. I even missed that she was in KC and you were coming to visit. Darn these hooves anyway.
Haw! Fooled you, Skip. I don’t wear panties anymore. ::coconuts banging, clop, clop, clop, clop…::