NationStates Jolt Archive

Nah, it's more like every day is Sunday...

Damn. You present a rather convincing case. Gives a whole new meaning to a 'month full of Sundays'.

Well, 'lite' beer is generally gross. But so is sucking a bottle of vodka and curling up at 3 am on a Monday morning. I'll settle for the very watery 'beer' with sunday grilling over that any day.

Generally, yeah I would opt for grilling any given Sunday too. I, however, went to seek help on a rather large project that has been controlling my life. It just so happened that there was much more alcohol present than originally anticipated, and the crowd was a little more depressed than usual.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

dam right
*takes bottle an heads to a seat next to the fireplace*

Jeez.

Sorry, Ruffy - the only poster I actually mentioned by name was... Neesika. Take a bow if you're in here, Neese.

But honestly, I talked for nearly two hours and that'll be edited down to four minutes - if I'm lucky - so I can't say what exactly they'll end up using. I did make a point of pointing out that I wasn't in any way connected to NS, other than being a poster, and I referred the curious to the FAQ page at one point, rather than directly answer a question I didn't really know the answer to.

didya talk about me indirectly?

*"Borrows" bottle*
*Drinks*
*Gives back*






*Hits floor*

Gravlen? You okay buddy?

*positions him so he won't choke on his own vomit*

There you go...good as new... :(

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*"Borrows" bottle*
*Drinks*
*Gives back*






*Hits floor*

Gravlen? You okay buddy?

*positions him so he won't choke on his own vomit*

There you go...good as new... :(

I'm great, since you pre-emptively took care of me! :p

Time warp to the rescue! :D

Da-da-da-daaaa!!
*Fanfare*

Amish paradise is better :)

Agreed! <3

I'm great, since you pre-emptively took care of me! :p

Time warp to the rescue! :D

Da-da-da-daaaa!!
*Fanfare*

Haha! I know...I time-traveled to make sure you wouldn't pass out too badly.

*feeds pubs cat and his wolf *

*waves good bye to bottle of tequila*
*eats peanuts*

I feel like I'm wearing a suit made out of concrete..

*checks pupils*
*passes out*

*feeds pubs cat and his wolf *

*Cleans pub cat's litterbox. Takes wolf for a walk.*

(Drinks...alone)

*brings Karaoke machine and chocolate oatmeal no bake cookies*

*proceeds to sing loudly and out of tune*

I'm next. "Don't Tell Me You Love Me", by Night Ranger.

(Sings)

[Intro, then main riff]

It ain't the way that you move
It ain't the way that you move me
Oh, no

It ain't the way that you shake
It ain't the way that you shake me!
Oh, no!

I've been 25 years, I'm a kid on the run
I got a pistol for action!

[Chorus:]
Don't tell me you love me!
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know

Don't tell me you love me!
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know

I love the way you use
I love the way that you use me
Oh, yeah

I love the way you shoot
I love the way that you shoot to kill me!
Oh, yeah!

It's taken miles and lines to learn the right from the wrong
I think I've heard it all!

[Chorus]

[Instrumental break]

Don't tell me you love me!
Don't tell me you love me (You love me, you love me)
Don't tell me you love me (You love me, you love me)
Don't tell me you love me, love me, love me, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Instrumental break]

New song: Get Me Out of Here - JET

I went down to the bank
To get me a'pay
I'm gonna get me outta here
I got me some cash
I'm heading back to LA
I'm gonna get me outta here

I'm sacking the man
'cause the man is a thief
I'm kicking the plan
before the plan kicks me
I'm gonna get me
Get me out of here
I'm gonna get me
Get me out of here

I went down to the Duke
10 time a day
I'm gonna get me outta here
Drink all night and talking shit all day
I'm gonna get me outta here

I'm sacking the man
'cause the man is a thief
I'm kicking the plan
before the plan kicks me
I'm gonna get me
Get me out of here
I'm gonna get me
Get me out of here

I don't mind how I live my life
Without the luck you got
I ain't tryin' to keep in time
So just keep off my ride
You won't hang your rusty sign on me

I went down to the bank
Just to get me my pay
Get me outta here
I'm gonna get me
Get me outta here
I'm gonna get me
Get me outta here

It's time to bring this thread back.

It's time to bring this thread back.

It wuz always here; we just couldn't get the door open.

*enters*

*plants c-4*

*leaves*

...

*BOOM!*

(Throws bomb into lake right before it explodes. It then explodes)

(Guitar riff to "Smoke on the Water" starts playing)

(Sings)

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water
And fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water
And fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold, and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water
And fire in the sky

:mad:

Well, we got us a barbeque pit set up out back anyway. I think I can hear Stan Ridgway singin' something or other...

Goin' on Down to the BBQ

Tammy got a knife with a razor blade
She brought her baby with a burnt teddy bear
Lost her finger on a midnight swinger
Cook it up, she like it medium rare
All the gang is a-comin' on down
Dig a hole in Uncle Joey's backyard
Big Jack Spider brought a bottle full of cider
Walkin' blind with a security guard

Chorus:
Yeah, we're goin' on down to the barbecue
Everybody gonna be there tonight
Comin' on down to the barbecue
Bring a fire and we'll light it up right
Hey, Jack's comin' down to the barbecue
He got his mother with a gun in her hair
Everybody bringin' it over tonight
And we're goin' to the barbecue there
Comin' on down to the barbecue
Comin' on down to the barbecue

All Bud's children just pulled up in front
They got a horse with a rope 'round its neck
Aunt Petie just pulled her old bedsprings out
Light 'em up in the hole by the deck
Now shoot up the window and shoot up the door
And shoot up the lights every night
Someone light a crack pipe, Granny got a snack, right
Billy got a bomb on a kite

Comin' on down to the barbecue tonight
Everybody gonna burn it up there
Chunky lit a torch, too close to the porch
Runnin' round with a fire in his hair
Now if you know what's good for you
You better get there for Sammy the Snake
He gets butt naked and puts on a show
He bring a dirty magazine on a rake

Chorus:
Yeah, we're goin' on down to the barbecue
Comin' on down to the barbecue
Everybody gonna eat it up there
Comin' on down to the barbecue
Every comin' down to the barbecue
Carve it up and eat it up right
You wanna get eatin', when you get there tonight
You gotta get that horse and you tie it up right
Well!
Comin' on down to the barbecue! Repeat 10x

We got a horse and a lizard and a dog and a cow
And a pig in the barbecue––yeah!
Comin' on down to the barbecue!
We gonna roast your mother at the barbecue
Eat all the kin in the barbecue
We're gonna eat the whole family at the barbecue
We're gonna burn up the city at the barbecue
We're gonna kill all the lights at the barbecue
Comin' on down to the barbecue!
Comin' on down to the barbecue!

Spoken:
C'mon down!
We're gonna fill up the pool with all kindsa dead meat
Throw the gasoline in the pool and light it up with a big bonfire
In the barbecue.
Yeah!
C'mon now!
Everybody!
Yes!
Bring that shit with ya!
Yeah!
A-1 sauce!
Barbecue stuff.
Gonna eat 'em up at the barbecue.

Spoken skit:
What?
Are the cops here yet?
Come out with your hands up.
Quick––hide, hide everything. Hide it all.
Kids, come out with your hands up.
You will not be harmed if you surrender now.
Come out with your hands up, everybody.

I got my semi-formal dance in a couple of weeks. Anything going on for you guys?

I got my semi-formal dance in a couple of weeks. Anything going on for you guys?

I've been burned-out for the last month - I've put in five weeks' work these last four. We're looking at making some big changes in our home décor, so we spent a good chunk of the day walking through the furniture stores. We found a local fellow specializing in custom made solid wood furniture that we're probably going to go with. We just have to sketch out our idea for him, and of course that won't be a problem for me. Of course, we could just fall back on IKEA, but we're trying to get away from that cheapass veneered particle-board crapola.

We're thinking of going with blond-finished pine cabinets and a floor-to-ceiling library shelving system. My mate seems receptive both to the colour orange and to modern styling in furnishings. Currently, our living room is purple and our furniture (overstuffed camelback keylime green chesterfield with purple piping and matching purple easy chair with keylime green piping) suits it well enough. Trouble is, the funky camelback furniture is just not in the right scale for the space - it's just too... big. But we must address our storage needs first - this is critical, as we've truly wearied of looking at the same cluttered bookcases and the same riotous assortment of exposed book spines the last eighteen years together.

In other words, furniture malfunction? Hope you get something you like.

In other words, furniture malfunction? Hope you get something you like.

Well, it's a damned odd space to work with. L-shaped, with major traffic areas running through it... if it were a foot deeper, there wouldn't be problem. If it were a foot wider, there wouldn't be a problem. The room can't change, though. We must adapt. So if we must adapt, we might as well do it the way we want.

Holy Crap, there's a light on in the little pub!

*wanders in*

Holy Crap, there's a light on in the little pub!

*wanders in*

someone payed the bills at last

someone payed the bills at last

Well it certainly wasn't this guy. I wonder who our mystery financier was?

I'll have a pint of Moosehead though, when the bartenders free.

*takes a seat on a stool* Evening. My first time, what's good?

*takes a seat on a stool* Evening. My first time, what's good?

Oh, it's all good. There was a time when it got pretty nasty in here, but it's cleaned up since.

Hmm. The bartender seems busy, I would suggest just going behind the bar and getting what you want.

*grabs Moosehead*

What can I get ya?

Hmm...got any Bud Lite? Sorry, just kidding, throw me a Schell's if you can find one, please. It has been a week let me tell you! *yawn*

Well it certainly wasn't this guy. I wonder who our mystery financier was?

I'll have a pint of Moosehead though, when the bartenders free.

well it's not me i'm using money to back a hostile take over somewhere

Did anyone want some ribs? We got a lotta meat on fire out back behind the pub.

*peeks head in*

Wow! This place is still standing?

Did anyone want some ribs? We got a lotta meat on fire out back behind the pub.

i'll have some and so would the Wolf and the Barmaid

*peeks head in*

Wow! This place is still standing?

we did not pay the bills, so it was closed for a bit

Hmm...got any Bud Lite? Sorry, just kidding, throw me a Schell's if you can find one, please. It has been a week let me tell you! *yawn*

*tosses over a Schell's*

Did anyone want some ribs? We got a lotta meat on fire out back behind the pub.

Ribs! Oh, I'm all over that!

Vodka and I sit on our stool together, enjoying one another's company.

Vodka, that cheap dirty whore. How I hate her.

No, dammit! Look happy. Look like you're enjoying being here. Smile. Why are they turning away? Did I forget to use my eyes again? I hate people.

Bibit, bibit, bibit hera, bibit herus. Let us united be, in drunkenness.

Ah, fuck the rest, need no unification.

*crack it open* Thanks mate.

*whips out a guitar* Any requests?

Vodka and I sit on our stool together, enjoying one another's company.

Vodka, that cheap dirty whore. How I hate her.

No, dammit! Look happy. Look like you're enjoying being here. Smile. Why are they turning away? Did I forget to use my eyes again? I hate people.

Bibit, bibit, bibit hera, bibit herus. Let us united be, in drunkenness.

Ah, fuck the rest, need no unification.

*spies Trostia and whoops with glee*

I guess there's a point in entering this faded, and disreputable establishment after all!

How's it going GT?

*bursts though door*

Where's the restroom? I gots the screaming shits!

*bursts though door*

Where's the restroom? I gots the screaming shits!

Get the fuck out of here...Parliament is just down the hill. Try your luck with them.

*points to Troglobites* I hope that wasn't the ribs that did that...

*spies Trostia and whoops with glee*

I guess there's a point in entering this faded, and disreputable establishment after all!

How's it going GT?

I hate people.

I mean, some are nice, but in the end I just hate them all and look forward to the extermination of the human race. I mean, don't you? Don't you, REALLY?

Alright, Alright thanks anyways (I'm going in your dumpster)

I hate people.

I mean, some are nice, but in the end I just hate them all and look forward to the extermination of the human race. I mean, don't you? Don't you, REALLY?

Na. I'm not looking forward, or dreading the extermination of the human race...if it happens, it happens. But I think people are pretty fantastic...even the ones I'd like to beat to a pulp. It'd be awfully boring without people to cause you the gamut of emotions...I need my angst baby, and trees just don't inspire angst.

I'd like a Bombay Sapphire and tonic, with a wedge of lemon, please. Wait...on second thought, do you have a glass the size of a fishbowl?

*peeks head in*

Wow! This place is still standing?
Yes. Some bastard foiled my c-4 plot. :mad:

*points to Troglobites* I hope that wasn't the ribs that did that...

*looks up from messy ribs, bbq sauce splatterred all over his face*

Oh shit...

*runs out of pub*

*returns from bathroom with .22 revolver*

*Looks around*

Damn! Wrong place, wrong time, again!

*empties shells from revolver and stuffs into jacket*

7&7, please.

How are all?

Anyone here ever hear of the Govenaires Drum and Bugle Corp.?

Mike! Clean yourself up and get back in here!

/me sighs and drinks my drink. The misunderstood artiste.

*returns from the dumpster, dodges past Siap and cleans self in the washroom*

Those were some mighty fine ribs.

*sits at the bar*

I needs me a drink. Hmmm. Whiskey Sour methinks.

/me sighs and drinks my drink. The misunderstood artiste.

Would it make you even more blue, and misunderstood, if I ignored your ennui and simply groped you?

*watchs Deadwood third season*

Would it make you even more blue, and misunderstood, if I ignored your ennui and simply groped you?

Probably. Well, blue yes, in the balls.

*downs whiskey sour*

Well folks, it's been a long one for me, and I'm off to prepare for tomorrow's hangover!

*stumbles through the bar, 'accidentally' brushing up against Neesika*

*downs whiskey sour*

Well folks, it's been a long one for me, and I'm off to prepare for tomorrow's hangover!

*stumbles through the bar, 'accidentally' brushing up against Neesika*

huh

huh

Huh, Huh?

Well Trostia, you think you have it bad?

I'm flat broke right now. As in, quite seriously, not a penny to my name. It's looking grim in terms of getting some refinancing, and I may be forced to sell my house and move to Saskatchewan. Now, you being from the US, well, you might not understand how horrible that is, but my fellow Canuks will surely sympathise. Moving at such a late point may mean having to drop out of law school, perhaps just for a year, but probably for good.

I've become quite adept at avoiding phonecalls. When I do answer the phone it is invariably creditors. I no longer try to suck it up and play stoic when it comes to creditors...I give them the whole sob story and hope to hell they'll let me slide for another month or so.

I've cancelled my satellite, so I don't get to tune out by turning on the tv. I kept the internet because it's paid up until August anyway. Luckily I don't need to turn the furnace on right now, except when I need a bit of warm water. I've broken down and gone to my people's version of the Food Bank, securing some dried, and frozen meat so I can still feed my kids. I'm cursing the fact that this had to happen before the veggies start popping up in the garden, but hey, I have made this last sack of potatoes last a LONG fricking time.

Life is looking grim.

But I'm still fucking grinning. So what? Even if I lose it all, I'll still be fine. Saskatchewan? Well, that's a tough one, but then again, it's Cree territory, and I'm sure I'll start to enjoy cow tipping eventually.

So have a fucking drink with me, and we can cry into our beers later.

*wipes dust off self*
*mixes a screwdriver*

I have vodka and rum, what simple yet tasty mixes can I make?

I...made...brownies......

*Smiles meekly*
*Produces brownies, holding pan in hands covered by oven mits*

That sucks, Nees.

But I too am penniless. Jobless. Hopeless. Loveless. Friendless. I haven't been laid in the Post 9/11 World - the terrorists won. I'm all but a pariah. The only reason people still tolerate me is cuz I go to school and might become a rich accountant. Or, I might become a crazy bum who's forced to perform fellatio in order to survive. Either way they have pity for me, and that's what keeps me going. Those small, polite smiles, and the mercy of them walking hastily away and mentally shaking the image of me out of their minds, lest I pollute them with my imperfection and despair. The security and comfort in the knowledge that no matter what, I know my place.

But I don't cry. That's for losers.

GT, you need a change of scenery.

GT, you need a change of scenery.

Any recommendations?

Any recommendations?

Sure, transfer to the University of Alberta. I'll rent you my basement suite :D

May I have one of those delicious looking brownies? I'm a baker myself, just made cookies the other day. I call 'em home and away cookies. You see...*blabs on about recipe*...and there you have it!

You people and your parties, you make me sick.

*joins in*

Alright, well, for a little while GT, I'm going to join you in the 'everyone fucking sucks and I hate you all' refrain.

And with that, I shall bid you all farewell for the night. May you all go fuck yourselves.

*stumbles off into the night*

May you all go fuck yourselves.

Oh come on, I just did that an hour and a half ago!

Alright, well, for a little while GT, I'm going to join you in the 'everyone fucking sucks and I hate you all' refrain.

And with that, I shall bid you all farewell for the night. May you all go fuck yourselves.

*stumbles off into the night*

well fuck you too :p

Hey we got some wildebeest cookin' up on the barbeque now...

Eat it in on up!

But, I don't wanna... It tastes like piss on plastic...

Hey we got some wildebeest cookin' up on the barbeque now...

Eat it in on up!

*is actually eating BBQ*

You bastards didn't reccomend any drinks, so I'm just drinking the vodka with the rum.

What about the bong water?

I gave that do my doggy when he was thirsty.

*is actually eating BBQ*

You bastards didn't reccomend any drinks, so I'm just drinking the vodka with the rum.

What about the bong water?

*is actually eating BBQ*

You bastards didn't reccomend any drinks, so I'm just drinking the vodka with the rum.

try a Silver Bullet (martini cocktail) or a Smoky Martini

try a Silver Bullet (martini cocktail)

I don't have scotch or gin. :(

And it sounds very tasty.

*makes reminder to get one at the wedding next week*

I don't have scotch or gin. :(


What all do you have?

I don't have scotch or gin. :(

And it sounds very tasty.

*makes reminder to get one at the wedding next week*

:(

What all do you have?

I only have vodka and (leftover) passion fruit rum (I just made jello shots for a friend's party..).

I only have vodka and (leftover) passion fruit rum (I just made jello shots for a friend's party..).


Well, you can probably make a knock off of a Hurricane, but I don't see you enjoying that. Plus, it doesn't do enough damage.


How about this.....come visit me. I've got quite a liquor collection going on, so we'll make drinks together!

;)

Well, you can probably make a knock off of a Hurricane, but I don't see you enjoying that. Plus, it doesn't do enough damage.


How about this.....come visit me. I've got quite a liquor collection going on, so we'll make drinks together!

;)

Where the hell are you, anyway?

Philly?

Where the hell are you, anyway?

Philly?


Yep! For about two more weeks and then I go up to Massachuesetts and then after that down to Floridia.

Yep! For about two more weeks and then I go up to Massachuesetts and then after that down to Floridia.

Will you be there on the 24th? I might be able to visit..

What's in MA?

I've been drinking absinthe tonight. Used a couple of gift cards from the liquor store and picked up a bottle of absinthe. Interesting buzz.

Say, where are the wedding pictures?

I've been drinking absinthe tonight. Used a couple of gift cards from the liquor store and picked up a bottle of absinthe. Interesting buzz.

Will you be there on the 24th? I might be able to visit..

What's in MA?


I think I may just be here. It is right before we leave, so I may just still be here. As for MA, just going site-seeing. Nothing too lavish. Going camping on the beach too.

Hey, will you do tequilla slammers with me?

I think I may just be here. It is right before we leave, so I may just still be here. As for MA, just going site-seeing. Nothing too lavish. Going camping on the beach too.

Hmm..

Party at your house on the 23rd, then?

Mind if I tag along to MA? I've grown bored of PA.

Hey, will you do tequilla slammers with me?

Yes.

Hmm..

Party at your house on the 23rd, then?

Mind if I tag along to MA? I've grown bored of PA.


Hey, seriously, you should stop by! See my liquor collection.....complete with Biolo!

Hey, seriously, you should stop by! See my liquor collection.....complete with Biolo!

I'll totally stop by if I can.

Where are you in Philly?

You'll have to email me for directions. It's kind of confusing. Plus, not sure I want to post my exact whereabouts on here.....goodness know who will be showing up at my door. I've made enemies in my many years in this game.

You'll have to email me for directions. It's kind of confusing. Plus, not sure I want to post my exact whereabouts on here.....goodness know who will be showing up at my door. I've made enemies in my many years in this game.

But you've also made many partners, it would seem..

But you've also made many partners, it would seem..

Time to time, I do. Lately my reputation is not what it once was. Then again, time has a way of doing that. Plus, all my old NS'ers are gone, so few people really know me anymore.

Time to time, I do. Lately my reputation is not what it once was. Then again, time has a way of doing that. Plus, all my old NS'ers are gone, so few people really know me anymore.

See? This is what you get for not making NSG your life.

Hot yak sausages hot off the grill! Marinated walrus tail and bacon-wrapped zebra tenderloin comin' riiiiiight up!

Hot yak sausages hot off the grill! Marinated walrus tail and bacon-wrapped zebra tenderloin comin' riiiiiight up!

*grabs a plate*

Well, it's a damned odd space to work with. L-shaped, with major traffic areas running through it... if it were a foot deeper, there wouldn't be problem. If it were a foot wider, there wouldn't be a problem. The room can't change, though. We must adapt. So if we must adapt, we might as well do it the way we want.

Ah, the perks.

Okay, we got the swimming pool filled with gasoline - light 'er up and let's throw in a cow for lunch.

Hot yak sausages hot off the grill! Marinated walrus tail and bacon-wrapped zebra tenderloin comin' riiiiiight up!

You can keep those. I'll just stick to these jalapeno poppers. :)

Mmmm...beef

Who revived this thread? :eek:

Mmmm...beef

Boeuf Flambé au Pétrole. Délicieux.

Et maintenant, encore d'absinthe!

*nous aurons bu toute cette bouteille d'absinthe presqu'avant trop longtemps. Hic!*

(Pourquoi est-ce que J'en ai cette... compulsion à faire un peinture soudainment?)

Boeuf Flambé au Pétrole. Délicieux.

Et maintenant, encore d'absinthe!

*nous aurons bu toute cette bouteille d'absinthe presqu'avant trop longtemps. Hic!*

(Pourquoi est-ce que J'en ai cette... compulsion à faire un peinture soudainment?)
Parce que vous parlez en francais. L'arretez!

Who revived this thread? :eek:

Me.

Boeuf Flambé au Pétrole. Délicieux.

Et maintenant, encore d'absinthe!

*nous aurons bu toute cette bouteille d'absinthe presqu'avant trop longtemps. Hic!*

(Pourquoi est-ce que J'en ai cette... compulsion à faire un peinture soudainment?)

Gotcha, Dobbs. (Pours another one)

Oh, hey looky - my post odometer is about to go past 10k.

*reddens with embarassment*

(Of course I've got a life... really, I do. It's around here somewhere, though I think I misplaced it sometime before the second Bush administration...)

Oh, hey looky - my post odometer is about to go past 10k.

*reddens with embarassment*

(Of course I've got a life... really, I do. It's around here somewhere, though I think I misplaced it sometime before the second Bush administration...)

lot

Oh, hey looky - my post odometer is about to go past 10k.

*reddens with embarassment*

(Of course I've got a life... really, I do. It's around here somewhere, though I think I misplaced it sometime before the second Bush administration...)

Oh, well, for the record I'm jealous. :D

Oh, well, for the record I'm jealous. :D

have a two drinks on me one for now and for the 14th

*just dropping by to snag my keychain*

Sheesh, took forever and a day. :rolleyes:

Wow! 125 pages! :p

I just wanted to make a dumb comment so I can laugh at it years from now when this thread's in the archives. :p

Wow! 125 pages! :p

I just wanted to make a dumb comment so I can laugh at it years from now when this thread's in the archives. :p

....or you can provoke someone else into quoting you, mercilessly. :)

Sorry I'm out. Forum Additive's being a bitch.

huh

Long live rock'n'roll!

(Starts playing that song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn9_SxbRvQ) on the jukebox)

Long live rock'n'roll!

(Starts playing that song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn9_SxbRvQ) on the jukebox)

Dude! Somebody love's the glam!

*orders a pint*

dam i need a graphic card

Dude! Somebody love's the glam!

*orders a pint*

Dio is not glam. Rainbow is not glam. That, my north-of-the-border friend, is old-school heavy metal. (Slides him a pint of Moosehead)

Dio is not glam. Rainbow is not glam. That, my north-of-the-border friend, is old-school heavy metal. (Slides him a pint of Moosehead)

Back in my day POISON (a band featured in the video) was definitely considered glam. Spandex + Long hair + Makeup = Glam.

Granted some of those guys were just leather and denim, but it still reeks of the old days.

*gets all nostalgic as he drinks his beer*

I wouldn't know. I wasn't around back then.

{Originally Posted by Ilie
Oh, well, for the record I'm jealous. }
have a two drinks on me one for now and for the 14th

What's the 14th? I'd like to buy you a drink as well.:fluffle:

What's the 14th? I'd like to buy you a drink as well.:fluffle:

her birthday

Back in my day POISON (a band featured in the video) was definitely considered glam. Spandex + Long hair + Makeup = Glam.

Hells to the no. David Bowie is glam. Poison is hair metal.

I wouldn't know. I wasn't around back then.

Ah, it was glorious. When I get the flux capacitor working again, I'll take you to the other side of the wall between the 20th and 21st century. Life was grander then!

So I hear. I want the old-school metal back. I'll do that as a night job. Bring back heavy metal.

Hells to the no. David Bowie is glam. Poison is hair metal.

Perhaps you are right. Some people even called Def Leppard and AC/DC 'metal' in those days.

Silly people.

Metallica was metal.

So I hear. I want the old-school metal back. I'll do that as a night job. Bring back heavy metal.

Actually I'm kind of surprised at how the younger generation seems to worship old school metal. That must be what people older than me thought when 'alternative rock' basically stole the 70's groove.

*finishes pint*

I could use me another!

Actually I'm kind of surprised at how the younger generation seems to worship old school metal. That must be what people older than me thought when 'alternative rock' basically stole the 70's groove.

*finishes pint*

I could use me another!

Gotcha. (Tosses him three pints of Moosehead)

Everyone at my school's a fucking "gangsta".

Perhaps you are right. Some people even called Def Leppard and AC/DC 'metal' in those days.
Well, Def Leppard was hair metal... which I really don't consider metal at all.

And AC/DC is just hard rock... really bad hard rock...

Silly people.

Metallica was metal.

*shudder*

I don't know why, but I could never stand Metallica.

Now, Pantera, on the other hand... And Black Sabbath. And Iron Maiden... now, those are metal classics. :D

Now, Pantera, on the other hand... And Black Sabbath. And Iron Maiden... now, those are metal classics. :D

I have four full Sabbath albums and a Sabbath station on Pandora. Right now, it's playing Masters and Slaves by Y&T. I still haven't heard Pantera or Iron Maiden, though.

I could never get into Pantera. Not really into the deep gutteral metal. Iron Maiden on the other hand, had some great tunes.

I have four full Sabbath albums and a Sabbath station on Pandora. Right now, it's playing Masters and Slaves by Y&T. I still haven't heard Pantera or Iron Maiden, though.

Uh... hang on...

Iron Maiden - The Trooper (http://youtube.com/watch?v=vdd7WYe-7Tg)

Iron Maiden - Hallowed Be Thy Name (http://youtube.com/watch?v=MJDdJoBTwYE)

Pantera - Cemetary Gates (http://youtube.com/watch?v=dNMTWvQ_BXw)

And, just for a fellow Sabbath fan:
Pantera's cover of Planet Caravan (http://youtube.com/watch?v=nVvoEYBFJpc)

I have We Sold Our Soul For Rock And Roll on vinyl. :D

I could never get into Pantera. Not really into the deep gutteral metal. Iron Maiden on the other hand, had some great tunes.

Ah.

Well, I'm into super-heavy metal. Lamb of God, Napalm Death, As I Lay Dying... stuff like that.

Ah.

Well, I'm into super-heavy metal. Lamb of God, Napalm Death, As I Lay Dying... stuff like that.

Yeah, just not my scene, and that's what I consider 'metal' nowadays. A lot of the stuff that was considered metal back in the day, I just consider 'rock'.

Let's line up some B-52's!

If we're gonna do 80's pop, can't we do something better?

Now, repeat after me:

Shout, shout, let it all out...

If we're gonna do 80's pop, can't we do something better?

Now, repeat after me:

Shout, shout, let it all out...

Hey, I have no problem with Tears For Fears. I do have a problem with not having my drinks lined up at the bar though!

I'm just gonna have to line em' up myself.

*lines them up himself*

Hey, I have no problem with Tears For Fears. I do have a problem with not having my drinks lined up at the bar though!

I'm just gonna have to line em' up myself.

*lines them up himself*

*slide tackles your drinks after you get done*

I'll pay for 'em, but it was so worth it.

Can a man get some vodka in this place?

Can a man get some vodka in this place?

help yourself

Can a man get some vodka in this place?

No, we don't serve Russkie drinks here. *maintains straight face, enjoys a shot of Smirnoff*

No, we don't serve Russkie drinks here. *maintains straight face, enjoys a shot of Smirnoff*

In Soviet Russia, Vodka drinks you!!!!
*Drinks vodka out of random glass that appears out of nowhere.*

*slide tackles your drinks after you get done*

I'll pay for 'em, but it was so worth it.

Dude, just not right.

Now you owe me an Irish Car Bomb. Yummers!

There's a reason they call it an Irish Car Bomb...:headbang: happens to you, except infinity worse

Dude, just not right.

Now you owe me an Irish Car Bomb. Yummers!

Is Guinness, Bailey's, and Michael Collins good for you?

Those are the standards, AFAIK

Is Guinness, Bailey's, and Michael Collins good for you?

Those are the standards, AFAIK

You betcha!

*mixes the carbomb and serves neat*

*falls dead asleep from too much vodka, liver poisioning kills me* (spirit floating above crumpled body) "Ah, damn, not again!"

*mixes the carbomb and serves neat*

Down she goes brother!

*down she goes, slams glass on table*

Ahh, that's the stuff.





Now what?

Down she goes brother!

*down she goes, slams glass on table*

Ahh, that's the stuff.





Now what?

get drunk and place a carbomb in someone car ,that's all i can think of

Who wants a zombie?

*holds the drink at arm's-length*

Who wants a zombie?

*holds the drink at arm's-length*

Never heard of that one! Will it quench my thirst for brains? Will it increase my lethargy, and reduce me to mumbling and shambling?

get drunk and place a carbomb in someone car ,that's all i can think of

Different strokes for different folks I guess. I'll follow the first part of your suggestion and see where it leads us. :p

Never heard of that one! Will it quench my thirst for brains? Will it increase my lethargy, and reduce me to mumbling and shambling?

No to the first question, absolutely to the second.

You've never heard of a zombie cocktail?

No to the first question, absolutely to the second.

You've never heard of a zombie cocktail?

Nah, I usually stick to beer and occasionally have a shot or two. I like what I like!

Different strokes for different folks I guess. I'll follow the first part of your suggestion and see where it leads us. :p

just in case check your cars :p

The sands of time have drawn to a close on an era, for this is my ten-thousandth post under the name of Dobbsworld. Blessed be the memory of the long-forgotten Dobbs Town of old - the once-Holy city of Slackdom, located in deepest, darkest inner Malaysia - now merely a pitted, charred rolling slagheap, its' edges littered with bits of fused glass peppered with scrawny, struggling Havafropzipulops plants. Oh, old Dobbs Town, I both lament and salute you!

We've come a long way, fellow babies. By wrapping ourselves in plastic and steel and hurling ourselves higher than the highest lobbing of the severed head of Jack Nicklaus we achieved orbital status, and complete autonomy! Hanging high above this turbulent, seething planet we puny Dobbsworlders laugh in the face of your mighty Terrestrial civilization!

Ha-ha!

And now, ten thousand posts later - well, here's something for all the people who've ever felt slighted, insulted, offended, mildly or even extraordinarily put off by my stated opinions, rebukes, wit and/or sarcasm, or by the links I've shared, or by my doctored comics (especially my doctored comics... 'cause those have all more or less been about you guys, anyways) - you can drag my ass to Moderation in order to bitch and moan and stamp your young burgeoning old men's feet up and down 'til you're blue in the face about how not very nice I seem to be and how my inability to silently endure your witheringly gormless idiocy is most unsocial indeed, well - you'll never be able to bring me down again. And I really hope somebody makes a point of quoting this rant here, 'cause I know there's a lot of you out there with me on ignore. Well, when it suits you, anyway.

I've gone through some changes in my time here, and no doubt there'll be more to come - but I won't lose Dobbsworld. Not to you Earth-people... and not if I can help it! By the regenerative will of Bob, we shall triumph over these oppressor humans and their buttoned-down brainstems! Just as we rejected their shackles of slackless, vacuous humourlessness when first we took flight, we will continue that struggle on whatever playing field presents itself. I shall not flinch nor waver, for I am - we are - Dobbsworld. And we like it here.

*cues Jupiter, bringer of Jollity*

And for those of you I actually like, well - fuck! Let's have a drink, already.

The sands of time have drawn to a close on an era, for this is my ten-thousandth post under the name of Dobbsworld. Blessed be the memory of the long-forgotten Dobbs Town of old - the once-Holy city of Slackdom, located in deepest, darkest inner Malaysia - now merely a pitted, charred rolling slagheap, its' edges littered with bits of fused glass peppered with scrawny, struggling Havafropzipulops plants. Oh, old Dobbs Town, I both lament and salute you!

We've come a long way, fellow babies. By wrapping ourselves in plastic and steel and hurling ourselves higher than the highest lobbing of the severed head of Jack Nicklaus we achieved orbital status, and complete autonomy! Hanging high above this turbulent, seething planet we puny Dobbsworlders laugh in the face of your mighty Terrestrial civilization!

Ha-ha!

And now, ten thousand posts later - well, here's something for all the people who've ever felt slighted, insulted, offended, mildly or even extraordinarily put off by my stated opinions, rebukes, wit and/or sarcasm, or by the links I've shared, or by my doctored comics (especially my doctored comics... 'cause those have all more or less been about you guys, anyways) - you can drag my ass to Moderation in order to bitch and moan and stamp your young burgeoning old men's feet up and down 'til you're blue in the face about how not very nice I seem to be and how my inability to silently endure your witheringly gormless idiocy is most unsocial indeed, well - you'll never be able to bring me down again. And I really hope somebody makes a point of quoting this rant here, 'cause I know there's a lot of you out there with me on ignore. Well, when it suits you, anyway.

I've gone through some changes in my time here, and no doubt there'll be more to come - but I won't lose Dobbsworld. Not to you Earth-people... and not if I can help it! By the regenerative will of Bob, we shall triumph over these oppressor humans and their buttoned-down brainstems! Just as we rejected their shackles of slackless, vacuous humourlessness when first we took flight, we will continue that struggle on whatever playing field presents itself. I shall not flinch nor waver, for I am - we are - Dobbsworld. And we like it here.

*cues Jupiter, bringer of Jollity*

And for those of you I actually like, well - fuck! Let's have a drink, already.
Any excuse we like, anyway!

Let's have a drink, already.

here's to you and here's to me nuking and blowing someone Nation to bits

The sands of time have drawn to a close on an era, for this is my ten-thousandth post under the name of Dobbsworld. Blessed be the memory of the long-forgotten Dobbs Town of old - the once-Holy city of Slackdom, located in deepest, darkest inner Malaysia - now merely a pitted, charred rolling slagheap, its' edges littered with bits of fused glass peppered with scrawny, struggling Havafropzipulops plants. Oh, old Dobbs Town, I both lament and salute you!

We've come a long way, fellow babies. By wrapping ourselves in plastic and steel and hurling ourselves higher than the highest lobbing of the severed head of Jack Nicklaus we achieved orbital status, and complete autonomy! Hanging high above this turbulent, seething planet we puny Dobbsworlders laugh in the face of your mighty Terrestrial civilization!

Ha-ha!

And now, ten thousand posts later - well, here's something for all the people who've ever felt slighted, insulted, offended, mildly or even extraordinarily put off by my stated opinions, rebukes, wit and/or sarcasm, or by the links I've shared, or by my doctored comics (especially my doctored comics... 'cause those have all more or less been about you guys, anyways) - you can drag my ass to Moderation in order to bitch and moan and stamp your young burgeoning old men's feet up and down 'til you're blue in the face about how not very nice I seem to be and how my inability to silently endure your witheringly gormless idiocy is most unsocial indeed, well - you'll never be able to bring me down again. And I really hope somebody makes a point of quoting this rant here, 'cause I know there's a lot of you out there with me on ignore. Well, when it suits you, anyway.

I've gone through some changes in my time here, and no doubt there'll be more to come - but I won't lose Dobbsworld. Not to you Earth-people... and not if I can help it! By the regenerative will of Bob, we shall triumph over these oppressor humans and their buttoned-down brainstems! Just as we rejected their shackles of slackless, vacuous humourlessness when first we took flight, we will continue that struggle on whatever playing field presents itself. I shall not flinch nor waver, for I am - we are - Dobbsworld. And we like it here.
*scratches head*
*cues Jupiter, bringer of Jollity*
*looks around*
And for those of you I actually like, well - fuck! Let's have a drink, already.

*shrugs*

.. do you like me?

.. do you like me?
Leave your card ... maybe he'll call.
BTW - might have another hookup for you :D

Leave your card ... maybe he'll call.
BTW - might have another hookup for you :D

*looks for business card*

Hookup? Like that time you sent me to Camden to get weed? :mad:

*looks for business card*

Hookup? Like that time you sent me to Camden to get weed? :mad:

You were too discriminating!
Fill with the oregano! Or catnip!
*tsk!*

*scratches head*

*looks around*

*shrugs*

...It's a reference to a well-known piece of classical music, there Ruffy. Try downloading Holsts' "The Planets" offa someplace and check it out sometime.

.. do you like me?

It's not often I make a doctored comic frame for someone I don't like, Ruffy.

http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j315/crashcow/NSG/Ruffy.jpg

Besides, I used a panel of Fat Freddy from the fabulous Furry Freak Brothers. You should feel honoured!

The sands of time have drawn to a close on an era, for this is my ten-thousandth post under the name of Dobbsworld. Blessed be the memory of the long-forgotten Dobbs Town of old - the once-Holy city of Slackdom, located in deepest, darkest inner Malaysia - now merely a pitted, charred rolling slagheap, its' edges littered with bits of fused glass peppered with scrawny, struggling Havafropzipulops plants. Oh, old Dobbs Town, I both lament and salute you!

We've come a long way, fellow babies. By wrapping ourselves in plastic and steel and hurling ourselves higher than the highest lobbing of the severed head of Jack Nicklaus we achieved orbital status, and complete autonomy! Hanging high above this turbulent, seething planet we puny Dobbsworlders laugh in the face of your mighty Terrestrial civilization!

Ha-ha!

And now, ten thousand posts later - well, here's something for all the people who've ever felt slighted, insulted, offended, mildly or even extraordinarily put off by my stated opinions, rebukes, wit and/or sarcasm, or by the links I've shared, or by my doctored comics (especially my doctored comics... 'cause those have all more or less been about you guys, anyways) - you can drag my ass to Moderation in order to bitch and moan and stamp your young burgeoning old men's feet up and down 'til you're blue in the face about how not very nice I seem to be and how my inability to silently endure your witheringly gormless idiocy is most unsocial indeed, well - you'll never be able to bring me down again. And I really hope somebody makes a point of quoting this rant here, 'cause I know there's a lot of you out there with me on ignore. Well, when it suits you, anyway.

I've gone through some changes in my time here, and no doubt there'll be more to come - but I won't lose Dobbsworld. Not to you Earth-people... and not if I can help it! By the regenerative will of Bob, we shall triumph over these oppressor humans and their buttoned-down brainstems! Just as we rejected their shackles of slackless, vacuous humourlessness when first we took flight, we will continue that struggle on whatever playing field presents itself. I shall not flinch nor waver, for I am - we are - Dobbsworld. And we like it here.

*cues Jupiter, bringer of Jollity*

And for those of you I actually like, well - fuck! Let's have a drink, already.

O_O

I don't care if you like me or not, I'll drink to that anyway!

*drinks to that*

O_O

I don't care if you like me or not, I'll drink to that anyway!

*drinks to that*

Atta boy, Mikey!

*slaps Mike on the back*

Whoops!

*dabs dry napkin on Mike*

Sorry.

Aren'tcha glad I like you?

Atta boy, Mikey!

*slaps Mike on the back*

Whoops!

*dabs dry napkin on Mike*

Sorry.

Aren'tcha glad I like you?

The alternative is positively terrifying...

*wipes cold sweat from shiny forehead*

this place turning into place i don't want apart of

this place turning into place i don't want apart of

C'mon brother! One more drink will make it all right. And then you can get back to your car bombing.

C'mon brother! One more drink will make it all right. And then you can get back to your car bombing.

ok but still check your cars now to myself a bottle of wild turkey
*jumps the bar*

*dashes in and lunges across the bar to reach a bottle of tequila*

Thanks, I'm going to borrow this for a while.

*dashes out again*

People come and go so QUICKLY here.

People come and go so QUICKLY here.

Depends what's on tap.

*peeks in, spies Dobbs*

You bumped this thread just so I'd have three all in a row on the first page, didn't ya? Now SL is going to think his threadwhoring is okay, damnit!:D

*returns to other threads*

Y'know, I'm roasting here at home tonight. It's a hot night (okay, so maybe just a warm night, but today was a humid scorcher and there hasn't been a proper wind. I'm stickily-feeling every one of the forty-seven percentage points of Relative Humidity we're experiencing. Of course, this is only mid-June; It's only going to be getting steadily warmer and stickier 'til the middle of September. I know this probably belongs in the current Global Warming thread, but that thread is just... well anyway, I'm wondering - is anyone else out there feeling the heat tonight?

*shouts from next door*

It's 12 degrees here, and it's been raining steady for three days. Humidity we've got...heat is what we're missing.

*shouts from next door*

It's 12 degrees here, and it's been raining steady for three days. Humidity we've got...heat is what we're missing.

Let's do one of those house swaps, like on those reality TV shows. Rain and twelve degrees? I'm frickin' jealous as all get-out.

Let's do one of those house swaps, like on those reality TV shows. Rain and twelve degrees? I'm frickin' jealous as all get-out.

Oh no. You see...I wasn't actually complaining.

Keep your humid heat. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh no. You see...I wasn't actually complaining.

Keep your humid heat. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

You're beginning to sound a bit like evil Max Von Sydow in that awful 70s version of Flash Gordon. Hmm, if the film is anything to go by, I expect I'm to be pelted with hot hail next...

People come and go so QUICKLY here.

Oh hush up and use those ruby slippers to get me another beer!

(Gives Ruffy another beer)

And the lady?

Evening pubbers and pubbettes.

*spits in glass*
*wipes with dirty bar rag*
*draws a pint*

Here you go!

Evening pubbers and pubbettes.

It looks like evening over here, even though it isn't.

EDIT: I've hit the big 3,000!

(Gives Ruffy another beer)

*gives Johnny a $10 tip*

It looks like evening over here, even though it isn't.

Happy 3,000, and you're expecting bad weather also?

Happy 3,000, and you're expecting bad weather also?

It rained during Field Day at school. But despite the rain, Field Day still owned.

*gives Johnny a $10 tip*

Thanks.

I highly recommend you all try Dandelion and Burdock as a mixer. Awesome in a glass, this is.

Snakebite for me. Lots too.

(Tosses Chris five pints)

*comes back from the dead*
"What I miss?"

I don't know, when were you here?

I don't know, when were you here?
About three pages ago... *looks out window* Why is my car on fire?

(Tosses Chris five pints)

That sounds either terribly nice, or obscene....:D

It's time this place got some class.

*starts playing Für Elise on the bar piano*

About three pages ago... *looks out window* Why is my car on fire?

i got drunk place a carbomb in it and i guess someone tryed to steal it

i got drunk place a carbomb in it and i guess someone tryed to steal it
Ah. That would explain the screaming guy who's on fire running around and trying to douse himself in beer.

*Builds a robot of some kind*

What? It's tradition!

It's time this place got some class.

*starts playing Für Elise on the bar piano*

(Gasps, chokes, then croaks out final words)

Long live rock'n'roll! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn9_SxbRvQ)

*Builds a robot of some kind*

What? It's tradition!

What? It's Robonukkah already?!

What? It's Robonukkah already?!

Like we ever needed a set date for Robonukkah. In NS Pub it Robonukkah all of the time!

(Gasps, chokes, then croaks out final words)

Long live rock'n'roll! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn9_SxbRvQ)

Sometimes kid a bar needs a bit of other music ;). You shall learn this as you grow older. So it was said and so it shall be done.

Ah. That would explain the screaming guy who's on fire running around and trying to douse himself in beer.
yup
*Builds a robot of some kind*

What? It's tradition!

not that again

Like we ever needed a set date for Robonukkah. In NS Pub it Robonukkah all of the time!

*does the robot*

*flips the robot over and goes in for seconds*

Sometimes kid a bar needs a bit of other music ;). You shall learn this as you grow older. So it was said and so it shall be done.

Alright. (Starts playing smooth jazz and invites random female in pub for a dance) I just have an irrational hatreed of classical music.

yup


not that again

Mr Roboto will be mad at you!

It rained during Field Day at school. But despite the rain, Field Day still owned.



Thanks.
Feild day? Please explain.

And you're welcome. *tips again*
I highly recommend you all try Dandelion and Burdock as a mixer. Awesome in a glass, this is.
Bartender, I'll have one of these, along with a Black & Tan!
It's time this place got some class.

*starts playing Für Elise on the bar piano*

*beings crying*

*has drank too much*









*continues drinking*

*walks in and orders a few beers*

Summer's here and life is good...oh wait, I have a report to finish. I'll do it later.

*continues drinking*

Heck, the old place is a buzzin'!

Bartender, pint of Keith's if you please!

Alright. (Starts playing smooth jazz and invites random female in pub for a dance) I just have an irrational hatreed of classical music.

That's because you have bad taste in music.

*dropkicks JBG off the bench and starts playing Science Fiction/Double Feature*

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gFWfdUg4Kj0

Excellent a good ol' bar fight.

Mr Roboto will be mad at you!

then he can taste the chainsaw bayonet on my Lancer Assault Rifle

then he can taste the chainsaw bayonet on my Lancer Assault Rifle

Eat torque bow, bitch!

Feild day? Please explain.

Basically, an activity day. In the morning, kickball, and capture the flag. In the afternoon, a massive tug of war by grade and gender. We're divided up into teams by house (three houses form one team) and we wear our house colors. I couldn't get an orange shirt, but I striped myself orange with expo marker and wore a stuffed orange monkey I named Schlomo.

Eat torque bow, bitch!

just wait till your outside then you get it

That's because you have bad taste in music.

*dropkicks JBG off the bench and starts playing Science Fiction/Double Feature*

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gFWfdUg4Kj0

*is terribly confused by this*

Just smile and nod.

*smiles, nods, drinks*

*is trying to recruit people for fighting the Matrix* Red pill or Blue? Come on people, red or blue? It's not that hard. *No one pays attention* Take a goddamn pill! *Mr. Smith comes a kills me* "You're dead now, Mr. Anderson...no, wait, shit, wrong line! Cut!"
Utter Randomness :D

When in doubt, take all the pills.

"Did somebody say pills?" Climbs out of hole in floor and promptly covers with floorboards. "Can I have some please? My doctor says I have to take the white ones but the pink ones make me happier."

I have no idea what's going on.

Neither do I. To quote Ozzy Osbourne (or rather Bob Daisley), we're going off the rails on a crazy train.

If you eat both pills I think you explode. Oh well. *Eats both pills* Hey, nothing happened! *Walks outside, gets in car, drives away. Seconds later an nuclear explosion is seen several blocks away. A lone tire bounces down the street and comes to a stop at the pub's door.*

anyone have a nice merlot for Smunkee?

I had a rough day.......:(

Oh dear :(

What happened?

*breaks out vintage merlot*

I have no idea what's going on.

The gist is that I started playing classical music (Fur Elise) and then Johnny B Goode started playing some jazz stuff, and I dropkicked him in the neck and started playing a song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, in response to his statement that he doesn't like classical music in any form, because he has no taste, so I hate him.

*breathes*

Oh dear :(

What happened?

my kid got a sewing needle stuck in her foot.....the end with the eye went in first and it was 4cm in........I freaked out, only I couldn't freak out because I was the token adult here so I had to fake being okay while I was freaked out.

she is okay, but it's really uncool to see a peice of metal sticking out of your 4 year old's foot.

I would post a pic, but I don't know if it would get me banned.

my kid got a sewing needle stuck in her foot.....the end with the eye went in first and it was 4cm in........

:eek:

How did that happen?

I freaked out, only I couldn't freak out because I was the token adult here so I had to fake being okay while I was freaked out.

she is okay, but it's really uncool to see a peice of metal sticking out of your 4 year old's foot.

I would post a pic, but I don't know if it would get me banned.

I think it would be fine, unless it was really obscene... I think the rule basically extends to porn and heads exploding, though...

:eek:

How did that happen?

I have no freaking clue........I was cooking dinner and she hopped into the kitchen and said "my foot kinda hurts" so I picked her up and looked and :eek:

she didn't even cry. I took a pic to show her why I had to take her to the doctor and she just said "can daddy carry me?" so I called him and he rushed home and we took her to the emergency room.

she didn't even cry when they pulled it out.......without any anesthesia.

my kid is insane.


I think it would be fine, unless it was really obscene... I think the rule basically extends to porn and heads exploding, though...
k....

it's a pic of a kid with a needle in her foot........no blood, but don't clicky unless you really wanna see it.

http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/Smunkee/muffin004.jpg

my kid got a sewing needle stuck in her foot.....the end with the eye went in first and it was 4cm in........I freaked out, only I couldn't freak out because I was the token adult here so I had to fake being okay while I was freaked out.

she is okay, but it's really uncool to see a peice of metal sticking out of your 4 year old's foot.

I would post a pic, but I don't know if it would get me banned.

Oh, oh...ouch. That sounds pretty nasty.

my kid got a sewing needle stuck in her foot.....the end with the eye went in first and it was 4cm in........I freaked out, only I couldn't freak out because I was the token adult here so I had to fake being okay while I was freaked out.

she is okay, but it's really uncool to see a peice of metal sticking out of your 4 year old's foot.

I would post a pic, but I don't know if it would get me banned.

my mother was doing the samething when i cut my right foot open and had a trailer drop on my left foot when i was three

I have no freaking clue........I was cooking dinner and she hopped into the kitchen and said "my foot kinda hurts" so I picked her up and looked and :eek:

she didn't even cry. I took a pic to show her why I had to take her to the doctor and she just said "can daddy carry me?" so I called him and he rushed home and we took her to the emergency room.

she didn't even cry when they pulled it out.......without any anesthesia.

my kid is insane.
What a lil' soldier... :D

Does your kid have diabetes or something else that might reduce sensitivity in her extremities? :confused:
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it's a pic of a kid with a needle in her foot........no blood, but don't clicky unless you really wanna see it.

http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/Smunkee/muffin004.jpg

Yeouch. That looks swear-inducing...

What a lil' soldier... :D

Does your kid have diabetes or something else that might reduce sensitivity in her extremities? :confused:
I hope not. It's a risk due to her other health issues but so far things have come up clean for it (well, normal blood sugar and all)

I think she has inherited my high tolerance for pain, either that or her dad's "I won't whine" attitude, one of the nurses mentioned that she was very calm for all that was going on and my kid says "wouldn't help to cry, besides, I don't like snotty noses"




Yeouch. That looks swear-inducing...
yeah, I almost did, and it wasn't even my foot.

I hope not. It's a risk due to her other health issues but so far things have come up clean for it (well, normal blood sugar and all)
Well, that's good. :)

I think she has inherited my high tolerance for pain, either that or her dad's "I won't whine" attitude, one of the nurses mentioned that she was very calm for all that was going on and my kid says "wouldn't help to cry, besides, I don't like snotty noses"

yeah, I almost did, and it wasn't even my foot.

I got a splinter that size in my foot one day... I still shudder at the crap I had to do to get it out... Cheers to your daughter for toughing it out. :D

I think she has inherited my high tolerance for pain, either that or her dad's "I won't whine" attitude, one of the nurses mentioned that she was very calm for all that was going on and my kid says "wouldn't help to cry, besides, I don't like snotty noses"


Your kid is so badass.

This reminds me of a time when I was little and I had created a little mess, which included broken glass. Later, my mother traced me back to our tv room via the trail of blood I had left behind. Somehow, I was completely unaware of the glass in my foot until she tried to pull it out.

The gist is that I started playing classical music (Fur Elise) and then Johnny B Goode started playing some jazz stuff, and I dropkicked him in the neck and started playing a song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, in response to his statement that he doesn't like classical music in any form, because he has no taste, so I hate him.

*breathes*

I hate it when people hate me. It makes me sad.

my kid got a sewing needle stuck in her foot.....the end with the eye went in first and it was 4cm in........I freaked out, only I couldn't freak out because I was the token adult here so I had to fake being okay while I was freaked out.

she is okay, but it's really uncool to see a peice of metal sticking out of your 4 year old's foot.

I would post a pic, but I don't know if it would get me banned.

The same exact thing happened to me a few weeks ago! Only, it broke off in my foot, and I had to get it surgically removed. I've posted the picture on here of what it looked like..

You're lucky it didn't break off in her foot, it'd be much worse..

Just smile and nod.

...just like every other conversation i get involved in in public.

...just like every other conversation i get involved in in public.

Well, it's not my fault.

So, what now?

I hate it when people hate me. It makes me sad.

I don't hate you. I just hate that you don't like classical music.

*punches you directly in the head*

I don't hate you. I just hate that you don't like classical music.

*punches you directly in the head*

(Takes hand and breaks it)

(Sets broken hand)

*wanders in, and sits down, drink already prepared*

I've been inventing odd drinks lately. Here I have cherries, that have been soaking in Cubay Cuban rum all day. Add to that a hint of lime, and some tonic and ice. I don't like sweet drinks, so this is just enough cherry sweetness for me.

*sips*

It's good stuff. Plus the cherries are fun to eat, as soaked with alcohol as they are.

You bastards! Leaving poor Sinuhue all alone to drink by herself.