The Annoy Everyone Thread

Here’s the story of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother,
The youngest one in curls.

It’s the story of a man named Brady,
Who was busy with three boys of his own.
They were four men living all together,
Yet they were all alone.

Til the one day when the lady met this fellow,
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch.
That’s this group would somehow form a family,
That’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch.

The Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch.
That’s the way we became the Brady Bunch.

The innocent-sounding statement that “the world is round” conceals a subtle agenda of ideological domination because it implies that there is some sort of objective reality. As postmodernists, we know that this is not true, or would not be true if truth-value statements had any meaning, which of course they do not. They are social constructs of the oppressive patriarchal discourse of “Western science,” which is, after all, just another system of mythology, no more and no less valid than Haitian voodoo or Polynesian creation narratives. Therefore, it is equally legitimate to say that the world is flat as a pancake and rests on the backs of four elephants. It all depends on your perspective. We need to be more sensitive about imposing our dogmatic cultural hegemony upon the non-Western Other, or we will be guilty of ideological colonialism.

Does this look infected to you?

We should no longer call this imposture ‘Clog Boy’, but ‘Clodhopper Boy’. After careful examination of the Rosiewolf, IDnew thread that Lovely Lynn Bodini gave to the rednecks from hell, I called in special investigators to analyze Coldfire’s (if that is your real name) posting style. My suspisions were confirmed that indeed, Coldfire is from west-central Texas, and probably lives in a single wide mobile home with numerous relatives and farm animals. All this time posting on the SDMB as an “investment banker from Holland” HA…!

yes, your true color comes shining through…
true colors…
later, Tom.

poi- a Polynisian starch dish, white in color.

Little Rabbit FooFoo
Hopping through the forest
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.

And along came the Good Fairy and she said:
“Little Rabbit FooFoo
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.
I’ll give you three chances
then I’m gonna turn you into a goon.”

Little Rabbit FooFoo
Hopping through the forest
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.

And along came the Good Fairy and she said:
“Little Rabbit FooFoo
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.
I’ll give you two more chances
then I’m gonna turn you into a goon.”

Little Rabbit FooFoo
Hopping through the forest
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.

And along came the Good Fairy and she said:
“Little Rabbit FooFoo
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.
I’ll give you one more chance
then I’m gonna turn you into a goon.”

Little Rabbit FooFoo
Hopping through the forest
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.

And along came the Good Fairy and she said:
“Little Rabbit FooFoo
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the field mice
and boppin’ 'em on the head.
I gave you three chances
now I’m gonna turn you into a goon.”

POOF

"Hi, like I am like totally bummed out. Like my boyfriend, he hum like really like has this gnarly sister. She like really wears these like totally gnarly clothes. Like does she go to like the Goodwill or something?

Um, like my best friend and I are like going to the mall to get some totally awesome mango cream nail polish. Like we will have like totally bitchin toes."

I have four letters for you:
Y

M

C

A

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Don’t sing it, don’t think about the dance moves… don’t think about how much fun it is to stay at the… well, you know.
“I’m just a sweet transvestite –
from traaan-sexual
transylvainiaaaahhhh – ah ha ha.”

UH-oh… Houston, we have a problem.

Now, as I recall, it is NOT little rabbit foo foo, it is, in fact, little BUNNY foo foo.

Shall we pop out for some boxing gloves and move this to great debates?

:::laughing and wondering when this thread will be locked:::

Well, bwk, I learned it as Little Rabbit FooFoo. And, if that’s the way I learned it, that’s the right way. Little Bunny FooFoo sounds stupid.

How do you like them apples you, you poopyhead! :stuck_out_tongue:

::How about it Coldy, is this getting annoying enough for you?::

Pull my finger.

Littlegirl sings:
I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves.
I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. . .
I know a song that gets on everybod’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. . . .

Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don’t know.

I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job
I’m your average white suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I’ve got an average house with a nic hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested
(Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh)
No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun
At someone else’s expense
(Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat
I walk around in the summertime saying, “How about this heat?”

I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong

Naaaah!

I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I’m gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald’s in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I’m done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I’m gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I’m gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain’t a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOu know why? Because we got the bombs, that’s why. Two words. Nuclear fucking weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won’t make a lick of difference because we’ve got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne’s not dead - he’s frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we’re gonna thaw out the duke and he’s gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiple that by 15-million times, that’s how pissed off the Duke’s gonna be. I’m gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes…
(Hey)
and Lee Marvin
(Hey)
and Sam Pekinpah
(Hey)
And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas…
(Hey, you know you really are an asshole)
Why don’t you just shut-up and sing the song pal!

I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody! A-S-S-H-O-L-E

[Barking]
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Fung achng tum a fung tum a fling chum
Oooh Oooh

I’m an asshole and proud of it!

A trillion bottles of beer on the wall, a trillion bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

…I think you all get the point by now…if not…

Nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-six bottles of beer on the wall!

:smiley:

Hey fellas! Guess what… I might get a new car. I’m so excited.

Ooops, forgot:

It’s a 94’ Mazda 323.

p.s its blue too!

p.p.s I think it only has about 70,000 miles on it.

Oh oh oh!! I wanna’ get one of those phat thumpin’ systems yo!

Who is this Cecil Adams I keep hearing so much about?