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Wll you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?
Beechwood 4 5 7 8 9 Erg! Dating myself again.
Two hearts in 3/4 time
100 bottles of beer on the wall,
100 bottles of beer . . .
<chef>
10… rootbeer… floats!!!
</chef>
proceeds to fall down stairs
one little two little three little indians
no lip from the PCp please
867-530 nyeeye-N!
Six of one, half a dozen of the other
Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and -
Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
Nigel Tufnel: Exactly.
Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it’s louder? Is it any louder?
Nigel Tufnel: Well, it’s one louder, isn’t it? It’s not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You’re on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you’re on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
Marty DiBergi: I don’t know.
Nigel Tufnel: Nowhere. Exactly. What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?
Marty DiBergi: Put it up to eleven.
Nigel Tufnel: Eleven. Exactly. One louder.
Marty DiBergi: Why don’t you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [Pause] These go to eleven.
Why is 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9.
Hee.
And now let’s thrill to the rousing conclusion of the 1812 Overture!
::cannons::
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[prince]2,000 zero zero, party over. Oops outta time! Tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999![/prince]
CJ
Revolution 909, baby!
[Voices chant behind a 7’ high brick wall]
14!
14!
14!
14!
[Curious, a passing man pops his head over the wall and gets beaned on the head by a rock]
15!
15!
15!
15!
And he would have gotten away with it, too, if not for that meddling Andy!
(Wow. My very firstest ever countdown, and it was an admin! What are the chances?)
(And what is a reg?)
Oh, and in keeping with the spirit of things: It’s so very lonely, you’re a thousand light years from home …
The Straight Dope strikes again!
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