I’ve got no reason to start this thread other than I think it’s funny. So here goes. If you want to be on Silo’s Shitlist, post here indicating that. If Silo wants to post or update his shitlist, he can go ahead. I, for one, don’t knwo him well enough yet to love and/or hate him. So I officially don’t care.
So, Silo’s Shitlist: o
Silo’s lovelist: 0
Silo’s IDGARAWHT (I Don’t Give A Rat’s Ass What He Thinks): 1 (me)
I will gladly throw myself into the third list…
tiger, great sig
Pun, great thread 
I don’t want to add myself to any of the three lists - I just want to know if I’m on it.
BTW - as much as I dislike some people, I don’t actually have a shitlist. I can forgive anyone if they are polite, contrite, and alright.
OOOh, ooh, can I be on a shitlist, paddy?
I’m on third list too
Welcome to Silo’s Shitlist countdown; I’m Casey Casem.
(cheesy women singers) NUMBER TEN!
At number 10, skyrocketing up the charts, here’s voguevixen with “Go Felch a Diseased Rat, Silo”
We’ll get back to the countdown in a moment, but first it’s time for a Long-Distance Dedication.
"Dear Casey,
I haven’t seen these long-lost friends of mine in months. We used to have conversations, well into the night. It was the greatest time of my life.
Casey, could you please play, You Were Always On My Mind by Willie Nelson for the gang in Great Debates?"
OK, Phaedrus, here’s your long-distance dedication …
Could of sworn there was a bastard list awhile back.
Who made that list again?
Yeah, thanks a fucking bunch, Milo.
Christ, I’m gonna have nightmares for a week . . .
I looked in here and thought it said Silo’s Shirtlist. Great, I thought someone’s offering t-shirts with Silo on them. Not that I’d really have much use for one, but still it was a neat idea. Then I find out it’s just a stupid shit list. Hell, those went out of still with Nixon.
Silo: Ok 'fess up. Who IS on your shitlist? I made Montys, as if that matters. So who’s on your? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. 
The guy with the bastard list was Concrete. ::sigh:: He was hilarious. Equal parts Letterman and Green.
–Tim
LOL Thats true Homer. Count me as a concrete fan. Everything was at least entertaining! 
I think he was executed without trial.
I am most definitely upon Silo’s shit list.
Every day, I get two to three hundred spam e-mails originating from his mailbox. Not even two to three hundred different spam e-mails, but the same “Hot Girl-Girl Action!” spam. Unfortunately, being the anal-retentive, girl-girl action seeker I am, he knows that I’ll actually read each message in the vain hope that this one is the real one.
I come home at night to find thirty messages on my answering machine, all of them “Neener neener neener!”
Every other Sunday, he TPs my house. The inside of my house. I’m still not sure how he does that.
If I have to answer the doorbell to one more flaming paper bag of dogshit… likely, I’ll need new shoes.
Once, while I was at a garden party, he hired a sky-writer to write “Fuck you, Corrado!” in the sky. I swear, I hadn’t been so embarassed since my debutante ball.
He even paid my girlfriend to start screaming “Oh, Mike!” during sex.
At least, I hope he paid my girlfriend to do that.
So what did I ever do to you, Silo?
Insincerely,
John Corrado
(who, if not actually on Silo’s shit-list, will likely be after this post.)
3 things, John:
If that’s meant to be funny . . . well, I’m getting weird looks in this PC lab.
If not, . . . ouch. And I’m sorry for finding humor in your pain.
(for Opal) I would suggest that you try to look at this from the POV of someone who didn’t know Silo as Michael Masterson . . . and thus isn’t angered or whatever by his return.
Meant entirely to be funny, iampunha. I thought “debutante ball” would be the giveaway- I figured no one would ever believe that part of the story.
Especially given that everyone knows the story of how I ripped my pink dress the morning of the ball and couldn’t attend.
I have nothing whatsoever against Silo (hell, I was gone from the board during his time as MM, so I don’t even know what he was up to); I just had a major flight of fancy and decided to unload. Hopefully, he’ll see that in the spirit it was intended.
If not, I’ll start getting “Hot Girl-Girl Action!” e-mails any day now.
I thought the term “Garden Party” was the dead giveaway, bwahahaha! Sweet dude!
I’m not on Silo’s Shitlist, but I sure do like the name–“Silo’s Shitlist.” For some reason, it reminds me of an old cartoon I used to watch when I was a little kid–Roger Ramjet. Roger Ramjet…Silo’s Shitlist…Silo’s Shitlist…Roger Ramjet. Makes me sort of nostalgic.
But I do have one problem with Silo–his name. If you read this thread, Silo, please understand that I mean no offense. I assume your name refers to silos, either of the missile or grain variety, but I used to live in a place with a store called Silo. So every time I see your name, the tag line from their commercials runs through my mind–“There’s no sale like a Silo sale!” This is very disturbing, especially after a few drinks.
Can I be on Silo’s shitlist, too? We’ve never had a cross word that I can recall, and to be honest I hadn’t realized that he ever was Michael Masterson. And it didn’t make any real difference to me when the light finally dawned.
I’m tired of being the village idiot, smiling vacantly and totally missing stuff. So I can be on the shitlist, please, please, pretty please? Just as a formality, to help me ego?
Hopeful,
Veb
LOL!!!
I can’t stop, LOL!!!