Hey nani nani, snacker snacker tay hey hey.
Fanaticism isn’t for sissies. You have to train hard and suffer great emotional stress to be a fanatic. There’s even a boot camp for it where you have to scream into a microphone for fifteen minutes without drawing a breath except through circular breathing and be able to talk uninterruptedly about some silly subject without getting distracted by truth or other people’s opinions. It’s a hard life, and only the strong survive. Losers get to be bartenders.
Aww, I thought this was gonig to be like “Post your funniest non-sequitur experience”
But I guess posting it will fit in with the spirit of the thread.
I mentioned to a girl I work with that I was planning on moving to Japan to teach english, To wich she replied, and I quote
“So, your going to settle down there and marry a nice Fillipino girl then?”
I didnt know how to respond,
(obviously this person has never looked at a map, or learned anyhting about other countries.
Y’know, Vanilla Coke doesn’t taste like Coke. Or vanilla. But it does taste bad, especially when mixed with Peach Schnapps. But not as bad as gasoline. Just plain gasoline, though, not gasoline mixed with Peach Schnapps, which might actually taste good, but I doubt it. It’s not as dangerous either, because you can drink it without having to call the Poison Control Center.
Virtual reality doesn’t have to be computer based. Things can be virtually real anytime. I can’t think of any examples, and that’s because the real things take up most of the space around me and they’re easier to see. But you can think about stuff that’s not real but could be and that’s virtually real. See?
Zeldar, is this running out of steam? All and all, I would say this has been a very successful thread.
In golf, on any given hole:
3 or more over par = other
2 over par = double bogey
1 over par = bogey
par = par
1 under par = birdie
2 under par = eagle
3 under par = albatros
I suppose it is, hilltopper, and I guess I’m going to let it coast if it ever gets to 100 posts. I’ve been poking at it to help that happen, but, as you say, it’s about made whatever point there is to be made over nonsense like this.
All the same, I’ve been happy that the spirit of the thing held together for a lot longer than I expected. Only one or two hiccups along the way, and they were easy enough to bypass.
Whenever this kind of thing comes up, I always think about that club that some famous person dreamed up for (at least) his brother and himself. I’ve heard it told on Tolstoy and maybe Dickens, so I have no idea if it’s for real or just Urban Legend material. In any case, the idea was that in order to be a member you had to stand in the corner for half an hour and NOT think about a white bear (or elephant or some other unlikely critter). What bugged me about that setup was how would the other person know unless you told them, and why would you tell them if you wanted to be in the club?
Anyway, it’s hard not to connect with things. I noticed that as soon as I put up another off-the-wall thing and started cruising the other posts (some of which I may have already seen before) there would be some connection.
I guess we all have similar thought processes and coming up with something really new is virtually impossible.
So, carry on, y’all!! I won’t be nursing this along any more.
It would be fun to hit 100, but with this many views, it’s got to have been one of the better threads I started. Thanks!
If you ever find yourself in a horror movie, just remember this:
The first noise is always the cat. The second noise is whatever’s coming to kill you.
True, but my experience doesn’t support your arguement. You see, the only thing keeping democracy in California together right now is a combination of naiveite and a bumper crop of oranges in the Sun Valley. As those prices escalate, Californians are sure to become even more enraged, resulting in a six way tie for governor between David Duchovney and Ron Popeil.
I’m captain of the gravy train. I think I won the Powerball. Hey Tubbs, I just lost my jengajam.
I wanna know why you are considered dead if you have been buried alive.
Song titles it seems are almost always embeded somewherein the song. almost.
MANGO!
Oh 4 tuna,
velut luna
statu variabilis,
sempr crecis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
12th C Latin Manuscript, used by Carl Orff
that’s comedy
Is it just me or are there a LOT of threads on these boards about oral sex?
buncha perverts… I LOVE you guys!
Before I retired, I took the pre-geezer class. Now, I’ve signed up for a course in codging. I might have to back out of it, though. Being a codger, according to the BigFatWebster’s, involves falconry. I really think my cat would have issues with the falcons.
What I think you should do is just sell the dog AND the hamster and get another cat.
Interestingly, buried bodies do NOT make tasty tomatoes. Bitter, in fact.
Short people are the last ones to know when it rains…
But the first to go in a flood…
Hmmmm…:dubious: