I'MMA LET YOU FINISH
yes
Secrist!
Well, crap.
Now I guess I'll just go sulk in my tent...
footloose is a cutie, huh, Eli?
And I nominate footloose for Scariest Gravatar.
At least you have a tent!
a tent? LUXURY!!
A tent?
Elitist.
Jail DeLay without delay!
7 more US military killed in Iraq.
Yawn...zzzzzzzzz....
LOL
Fucking Republicans making Gulf payback money from Feds even though it's usually a grant. I want my money back from Iraq then.
ninthst??
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
You're right there, Obadiah.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
A cup o' cold tea.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Without milk or sugar.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Or tea.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
In a cracked cup, an' all.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, 'e was right.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, 'e was.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Cardboard box?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and
We used to dream of living in a tent - it would've been a palace to us. There were 107 of us living in a paper bag in the middle of a spetic tank...
azazel cannot count to 12!
Pazuzu?
Mr.Met.... you forgot to say "...the Aristocrats!".
LOL
well, it was 9 a minute a go (slinks away sheepishly)...
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.
ALL:
They won't!
what a great bit!
I'd post "I'm here for an argument" too but I suppose you all are genius enough to google it for yourselves.
Bush's speech this week was the scariest yet! You are all getting used to his idiocies. I mean that speech was batshit insane focussed as it was on a handful of fucked up men with homemade bombs who want to rule the world!?
No one should have stopped talking about the speech's delusional nature yet - and yet sanguine as you all are there are 20 other topics up for discussion.
And I nominate footloose for Scariest Gravatar.
For some reason I can't see what's up there. I do know I played around with a few different images ages ago and all of a sudden a black box came on with every post starting like last week causing me to ponder the wonders of the universe.
Well, it's hard work cracking Kasey Kasem's top 40 Bush Administration scandals these days.
It's hard work keeping up with all these fresh threads, that's for sure, boy howdy.
footloose,
You're, er, Shirley Temple.
You're, er, Shirley Temple.
And this is scary how? The boys are jealous I think. Bite me!
Please. Someone explain to me why my neighbor feels the need to arise at 9am on a Saturday in order to mow, weedeat, AND blow his lawn.
Gawddamn I hate gasoline powered implements of destruction. Grass is the most overrated "must have" of suburbia. Let it die so we can witness the miracle of its rebirth in the Spring. Just like Jesus.
Why do these lawn fetish junkies hate Jesus?
Bush's speech this week was the scariest yet!
"Heh, heh - 9/11 worked for me back in 2001 so I'm gonna keep on usin' it!"
No way in hell am I getting up at 9:00 on a weekend!
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