my work is not yet done

That shit sandwich gets bigger as the week progresses.

OK, I saw exactly 0 citizen journalists in that picture — oh! you meant the onion ring? That’s still only one!

Does this mean her trip to Iraq is off? Damn.

Ketchup on an onion ring? Ok, now I KNOW she’s evil…

mikey

Yet with all the backtracking she needs to do, she still found time for

Black Man Guilty of Wrong-Doing. Must credit Malkin!

Malkin and her husband clearly have worked this through, and figured that a small Asian woman can toss grenades indiscriminately where a white Jewish man would be considered nothing especially special, and certainly nothing new. When I read the news stories about the chancellor’s suicide, I thought that someone should make Malkin look at the photographs taken of where the woman’s body landed.

Worse–yes, worse–the Malkins have two children. Do they teach them that actions have consequences? Who’s raising the Malkinites, the illegal immigrant in the Malkin’s basement?

Why must you slay me so? I’m gonna get fired ya know. To let you know how degenerate my stomach is, not even that pic could put me off an onion ring.

Why must you slay me so?
I’m gonna get fired ya know.
I spew out my lunches
In partly-chewed bunches
All cuzza that Sadly, No!

Is it possible that Michelle Malkin is a member of Abu Sayyaf, the Philipino offshoot of Al Qaeda? My proof? Well, what would be a better cover? It would be irresponsible not to speculate wouldn’t it?

RB just made my day!

There once was a girl called Michelle
Who detected a horrible smell
From the liberal press
Who’d made a big mess
Of the, oops, wait, that’s not right, oh well.

My Turn:

While perusing the nets I found malkin
Seems she had the whole blogosphere talkin
But it was the same old song
Once again, she was wrong
But you know that won’t shut up her squawkin

mikey

Wait, why is she trying to hypnotize that poor onion ring?

There once was a woman on HotAir
Who for the truth had not a care
Her husband’s a dolt
Illegals make her bolt
And she argues for internment with flair.

MIchelle is, and always will be, my very favorite serious compasionate non-racist reality based citizen anchor baby journalist. I know that if we ever meet we’ll be BFF.
But, I also like Pammy Atlas. How to decide?
I’m not a big fan of PPV sprting events, but I’d pay a whopping great load of cash to watch her and Atlas Pam in a no holds barred 5 round jello wrestling match. I think that would offer both these lovely conservative sirens the perfect venue to express their reasoned viewpoints in a manner we can all understand. I could then decide using a “reality based” standard.
It would only be better if we could get Marie Jon’ and Laura Ingrahm to partner up. We could then watch the tag team event of the century.

But after she took that onion ring out of her mouth, it was tied up in a knot.

I like ketchup on my onion rings. But the only thing I can tie in a knot in my mouth is the proverbial cherry stem. If Ms Malkin can indeed hypnotize that onion ring into a knot, perhaps she can hypnotize her readers into not seeing all her errors. Oh. Wait.

That little Michelle’s quite a scamp;
Finding news bias makes her all damp.
And though it would be wrong
To mention ping-pong,
She gets hot for an internment camp.

There’s right-wing ass I would tap
Not Malkin’s, I don’t want the clap
Maybe M. Ham
Sans diaphram
But not a cervical cap

Hmm….MM is Filipino, there is an Al-Qeda branch that is also Filipino. She has been connected in the death of at least one natural born American, and the terrorizing of others. I thin kit’s time to send her to Gitmo.

I liked the comment from the Malkin freak that claims that it’s impossible to sign your name 40 times an hour.

God, but they’re slow on the uptake. No wonder they lost.

I liked the comment from the Malkin freak that claims that it’s impossible to sign your name 40 times an hour.

Maybe there’s a deficient gene somewhere in the wingnut code. That’s why Rumsfeld bought that whatsit to sign his name to all those next-of-kin letters to military families.

Dear Sir or Madam…

(sigh)

Conservative sex is demonstrably dirty
It’s sin when a fascist girl’s sexy and flirty
So I got drunk at a GOP function, alas
And woke with Mark Foley snuggling my ass.

Liberals are full of shit

I’m not even drunk and I’m trying to read
This trailer park pundit’s conservative screed
And now that I’ve finished my racist book-learning
I’m going out on the ‘net to check on the kerning

mikey

Scoops… troops… whoops…
Nearly there, but I need more coffee.

That Malkin girl’s got all the scoops
About Democrats hatin’ the troops
She takes all the news in
Chews, swallows and grins
And poops. Should be longer, right? Whoops.

So there’s this dumb blogger named Malkin.
NYT reporters she was stalkin’.
Christian gave her the shiv,
Told us all where she lived;
A bitchslapping worthy of Walken

In all its breathless purple prose about the “new digital democracy� and the “unmediated free-for-all� on YouTube, Time magazine ignores certain citizen journalists and overlooks those who have been banned from participating for expressing unpopular views.

We remember.

You tell ’em, Michelle. The person of the year isn’t You; it’s an Army of Davids. As Malkin wrote back in March, “Buy a copy and join the revolution!”

Sadly No, snark on the fly
reading the comments, teh funny hits the eye
But then you know,
you’ll encounter a troll,
Say what you will, they sure like pie!

Malkin’s hot off the press with the scoops
Seems that Reuters is airbrushing our troops
The one thats missing his head?
He’s not really dead
“The funerals next week?” Sorry, Whoops

mikey

From Jaron Lanier’s Time magazine piece Gavin links above:

The Web 2.0 notion is that an entrepreneur comes up with some scheme that attracts huge numbers of people to participate in an activity online — like the video sharing on YouTube, for instance. Then you can �monetize� at an astronomical level by offering a way to bring ads or online purchasing to people in your gigantic crowd of participants. What is amazing about this idea is that the people are the value — and they also pay for the value they provide instead of being paid for it.

So when is the Sadly, No! commentariat going to start seeing dividends from the sales at the Sad Cafe?

This is a very neat application. It is really interesting. Instantly useful for me.

A young would-be pundit named Jess
Found his views simply failed to impress
So when he got older
He created the brown Coulter
It sure pays to spread hate in a dress

Namestealers are lame.

Shoelimpy and Annie like Pie!
Can’t find their ass with a flashlight, but they try
Though lacking a clue
They do what they do
But their pie doesn’t bother this guy!

mikey

So seriously, kids, what do all your greasemonkey’d scripts end up saying?

PIE PIE PIE PIE, PIE PIE, PIE?

I take it back Mikey. I hope Christmas brings you what you deserve. I hope it brings you nightmares from which you wake up screaming, I hope you relive every bad memory of your life and I hope you have a rotten Christmas.

Trying to be nice to you is like trying to be nice to a scorpion and giving it a lift across a river….you’re total garbage. You’re trash and I bet you were never in the armed forces cuz they weed out scum like you from day one.

I hope you die soon, Mikey, screaming in pain. You are a fucking piece of shit. Your mother is a whore and your father is a drunk who will both rot in Hell if they aren’t already.

As will you.

And Pinko, for starting all this, I take back my forgiveness. May you rot as well.

I would love to be a fly on the wall when Hussein was told a woman from the USA was flying over personally to confirm 5 dead bodies out probably 10’s of thousand this guy has seen. No not with CNN, Reuters, the BBC. Just some bitch with a blog.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAahahahahahahahahaaaaa! AnnieAngel hits the wall!

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!

Pocketful of Rye is a great Miss Marple mystery.

that is all.

Not a surprise that SadlyNo wants to avoid the fact that Barack Obama’s past is being exposed, and that his soft stand on radical Islam is being exposed.

As well, the parts of his story that he’s not revealing are being exposed, like the possibility that he was indoctrinated in Muslim schools until he was a teenager.

mikey,
You have got to get annie’s reasoned discourse and measured response printed on a T-shirt to wear with pride. Good Job!
I can just see it.
“annieangels christmas prayer”
That is some high quality invective.
Dog bless us everyone.

So seriously, kids, what do all your greasemonkey’d scripts end up saying?

Look. It really cheers me up when I see it, but for its positive worth and not its intended removal of an annoyance.

Old grammarians never die… they just switch to the pluperfect tense.

PS Time for AA to lay off the eggnog.

It’s all that pie.

She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie

As well, the parts of his story that he’s not revealing are being exposed, like the possibility that [Gary Ruppert] was indoctrinated in Muslim schools until he was a teenager.

Annie is trying to be banned!
Annie, talk to the hand.

Hmmm…Gavin…Linda Lavin…

Also … Humble Pie!

Gary. Muslims are not our enemy. The few thousand of them who might try to harm Americans should be recognized as our enemies, but it’s only you racist nutjobs who have decided that Muslims are all evil, even good Americans. Kind of sickening, that level of racial hatred, but you gotta recognize that most of us non-wingnuts don’t share it with you…

mikey

I am EGREGIOUS dammit, Gavin!

Also… I Don’t Need No Doctor!11!

Annie is trying to be banned!
Annie A, talk to the hand.
On a website called Sadly,
Her behaviour was Badly,
But the last line of the poem never scanned.

No disrespect meant to the good Herr Doktor, who of course we do need.

Also … Mikey Dread!1!!!!allwholenumbersgreaterthan0andsmallerthan2!

(this has very little to do with pie, unfortunately)

You mean Mikey Dread!1eleven!!

Speaking of the Malkintentsâ„¢, I have some good news on the shrieking harpy front.

Pammy is now at the top of the list when you google shrieking harpy.

You are all racists for even mentioning her.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saFHchpjlsw

All liberals are rasict assholes. It’s axiomatic.

“By their fruits you will know them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Just so, every good tree bears good fruit, and a rotten tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a rotten tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. So by their fruits you will know them. Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name? Did we not drive out demons in your name? Did we not do mighty deeds in your name?’ Then I will declare to them solemnly, ‘I never knew you. Depart from me, you evildoers.'”

I’m not perfect, just forgiven. I’m saved and Jesus forgives me for being human. That’s why He died for me. I am nowhere near perfect, I am not Jesus. But I love Him and He loves me and we both HATE you. 🙂

Pie 3:16

These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

Luke 10:25-37

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

27 He answered: ” ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'[a]; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.'[b]”

28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

Jeezus hates him some libruls!11!!!
Jeezus is in ur base killin ur doodzs!!1!

Amen! This is a HOUSE of lies where those who speak the truth are mocked by hypocriticalistic Christ pissers.

I love CHRISTIANS as myself. You all are NOT included in the commandment.

Suxxors to be you!

Sheez – and I thought this was a web page.

Don McLean, “American Pie” (bad sound)

Led Zeppelin, “Custard Pie” (Page, not actually Zeppelin)

29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

Doodz annie is in ur base judgin ur comments!!11!

Is it not written, My house shall be called of all nations the house of prayer? but ye have made it a den of thieves.

No one who mocks GOD is my neighbor. Those who mock GOD deserve death. And they will get it, eternal death, damnation.

I am not a going to take it anymore and FUCK you assholes who think because I am a CHRISTIAN I wil take your shit.

Mikey is a fucking bitch, a little whiny bitch and you all suck shit off his dick after he fucks Jillian up her fat haggy ass!

WHOOPEEE!!!!! Fuck you all!

Merry Christmas, unbelievers! I can’t WAIT for the rapture so I can look down from Heaven and laugh while roving sex gangs ASSRAPE you fools!!

Ah, Annieangel, the epitome of PIEty:
I love PIE as myself. Cake, cookies, ice cream, and candy are NOT included in the commandment.

OK, but you’re missing out.

P.S. Annie: if Jesus were reading this blog, he would be seriously disappointed in you.

So I’ll meet ‘im later on
In the place where ‘e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
‘E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to pore damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!

Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Tho’ I’ve belted you an’ flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

It is also written:
George is a little monkey, and all little monkeys are curious.

Merry Christmas, Annie!

Jesus knows I am human and he forgives me because I love HIM. Period. I believe in Him and I love Him.

I’m saved, fuckers.

http://bloggingpoints.blogspot.com/2006/12/conscientious-objectors.html

Merry Christmas right back at ya, sinner!

“I’m saved, fuckers”
LOLROFOMFGCYBTS
It.Simply.Gets.No.Better.

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

Y’know, it used to really chap my ass when a good thread would get totally taken over by that whack-job bimbo, but since her conversion to Pie-N-Tology, I find her to be a pleasant contributor, if slightly redundant. Thanks, babe. Have a slice of the Apple…

mikey

Hey! Bush said we need to expand the Army & the Marines! Do I smell a draft? What a nice Christmas present for the underprivileged. We all need to make sacrifices for the GWOT so what better way than for the stinking masses to give up their children.

I say Bush shot for the homerun & declare he is wiping out any taxes for corporations & the top 1% wealthiest.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

I guess the exception is when there is a liberal/terrorist involved. Then it is totally not “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;” Then God totally wants you to deport them to Guantanamo where they can be tortured aggressively interrogated.

Frog knocked on Toad’s door.
“Toad, wake up,” he cried.
“Come out and see
how wonderfull the winter is!”

Mat 25:40 And the king will answer them, 1 ‘I tell you the truth, 2 just as you did it for one of the least of these brothers or sisters 3 of mine, you did it for me.’

Annie, look — you can’t run around spouting hate like you’re possessed by Captain Howdy and then claim you love Jesus. For lo, such a person is like unto a dingleberry who clingeth by a pube to her Savior’s posterior, yet is wiped off and left to desiccate in the hot Judean desert wind.

You have to at least pretend to love people like the rest of your tribe, or it’s no good!

Then said he unto them, But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.

The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

OK, my script is working. It just said I was going to be assraped by pie.

What is going on?

I didn’t even start anything. If anyone was sucker punched here, it was ME.

Double-A was way out of line. Go to your room and simmer down, turbo.

Thank you Mikey for not responding. I owe you a gigantic pork snorkel. Also, pictures of the boys for Jillypants who should not have to put up with this stuff.

I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
Green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am

Jeez Annie, you’re thinking about ass a lot. Hemorrhoids acting up, or something?

Pie beat me up and took my cookies!!

Pinko, there is good within you – thanks…

mikey

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good.

Jillian should definately put up with this stuff! Why should only I put up with it??? Huh??? Huh, Pinko?

You most certainly started it. And yes I am out of line, but I’ve never been happier to be out of line in my life.

I hope you get crabs. 🙂 CUz like, I’ve HEARD, just heard mind you, that Jillyspants are INFESTED. 😉

Free your mind and your ass will follow. The kingdom of heaven is within.

If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.

Annie: Your first clue was “S,N!” Plainly the comma is standing in for an I.

Now please abhor off, and go cleave to something good.

I’m gonna go back to Gary’s ugliness, ’cause it’s really disturbing:

As well, the parts of his story that he’s not revealing are being exposed, like the possibility that he was indoctrinated in Muslim schools until he was a teenager.

Y’know, maybe it’s just their proximity, but I’m a LOT more afraid of these crazy whack-job christianists than I am of any Muslim. Actually, I only know one Muslim and he’s a really good friend and not a threat. But theres a BUNCH of jeezus freaks that flat concern me, and Gary? I’m lookin at you. Watchfully…

mikey

“I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.”

Sir Stephen Henry Roberts.

I tire of this – it was fun while it lasted – but dinner needs cooking.

Did somebody say crabcakes??

Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.

Choad.

I’m on the outside looking in.

Don’t I know it.

And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire. For God hath put in their hearts to fulfil his will, and to agree, and give their kingdom unto the beast, until the words of God shall be fulfilled.

Agreed, ironicname.

Hopefully, Mario will show up later to make this thread perfect.

——————————————————–

Indiana Jones vs. The Temple of Doom

I don’t hate God. I just know he doesn’t exist.

Mikey is jsut TERRIFIED of the Christians!!! Oh no!!! There’s EVERYWHERE!!!

In government, in the schools, in the streets, and they are like, DOING things to Mikey, forcing Mikey to suffer and suffer and oh woe is Mikey the Lame!! Brave Sir Whiny Liberal, hating Christians for existing, and fering Christians ans fear is born of hate and Mikey is born of a crack whore.

Oh poor sinners, you don’t understand that you are DOOMED, your mocking and you slavering resembling nothing more than the specral gasps of the ghost of death itself, the death of Jesus on the Cross, over and over each time you mock His sacrifice and let His Blood run into the swere rather than accept it and it’s saving Grace, you don’t profane His Blood which would save you, but the sewer become more Holy than you.

Morons.

I owe you a gigantic pork snorkel.

Sssshhhh! Don’t tell Pinko, I know he means well, but is this a sex act or food? I mean, I’d likely be ok with either, but should I bring a condom or a plate? Somebody help me out here…

miky

Annie, what’s this about sex with Karl Rove?

I liked the comment from the Malkin freak that claims that it’s impossible to sign your name 40 times an hour.

… in crayon. All caps. Wavering above & below the line his mommy draws for him to sign on. ‘Cause you know the Malkintents (love it!) are all about their research skillz!

Back on topic, it looks like Malkin has found a temp job during the holiday season.

A pork snorkel is what you need to have sex with Jillian. She has this problem with her vagina that Pinko told me about. It’s more like a marsupial pouch.

Pie 3:14159

Well, dammit, that’s what I get for trying to make a timely snark without immediately refreshing the page prior to posting my comment.
____________

The Hardy Boys v. The Case of the Suspiciously Tented Pants

Oh yeah, and it has to be a GIGANTIC pork snorkel. I’ve heard, jsut heard mind you, guy have gotten lost in there and suffocated.

Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it. And because I tell you the truth, ye believe me not.

Pie 3:14159

At some point in the future I’m stealing that.

Of course you will, Bubba, cuz like it’s so fucking awesomely cool that you wish you thought of it yourself.

You’re the magic man!!!!

Ogre, go get a pie.

Try to understand
Try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
He’s a magic man!!!!

My God, it’s full of pie!

Psst, mikey it’s food. Bring a plate.

I think I am the only one not running greasemonkey here. It is like an entire world of absolute filth and vulgarity only open to me. I feel a little bit naughty.

By their fruits you will know them.

Apple? Cherry? Blueberry? Peach?

Nope, not running greasemonkey either.

I OWN THIS BOARD!!!

I AM THE NIGHT RIDER!!!!

I AM THE NIGHT RIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, it is hard to take the insult “wallaby vagina” seriously. And I am being serious about the lack of seriousness.

AA, I thought you were doing great before Shoelimpy showed up again. He’s a bad influence, and he’s also not very bright. I think he takes advantage of you. Please leave him and get help.

Righteous Bubba, I like this better than pi.

Fear not, Miracle Whip, for you are not alone. I too am greasemonkeyless. The pies I see are in my mind’s eye.

Jeezus Christ thunder, you’re some kinda book-learnin’ eggheaded brainiacal rocket scientician.

Oh good grief…

Happy Holidays, Mikey

But these, as natural brute beasts, made to be taken and destroyed, speak evil of the things that they understand not; and shall utterly perish in their own corruption

Going completely off-topic here, but did anyone happen to catch the George W. Bush impersonator on Monday Night Raw last night? I dunno, I may be the only wrestling fan on this board, so let me describe this:

They brought out “Dubya”, complete with a retinue of small-time wrestlers posing as Secret Service agents. As soon as he was introduced, he was booed mercilessly by the crowd, and they continued to harrass him as he tried to go through with a skit opposite a tag team called “Cryme Tyme.” It seemed by what he was saying that the WWE was really trying to get him over as a heel. That struck me as unusual since Vince McMahon, and indeed many of his wrestlers, are pretty conservative in their political views, when they’ve expressed them.

The point I want to make here is that, if you’re a conservative Republican, and you lose the adoration of a wrestling crowd, you’re pretty much toast on a stick.

That’s my pie!

Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot; they did eat, they drank, they bought, they sold, they planted, they builded; But the same day that Lot went out of Sodom it rained fire and brimstone from heaven, and destroyed them all. Even thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed.

“Where have you been this while away,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
‘Long with the rest on a picnic lay,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
They called us out of the barrack-yard
To Gawd knows where from Gosport Hard,
And you can’t refuse when you get the card,
And the Widow gives the party.
(Bugle: Ta–rara–ra-ra-rara!)

“What did you get to eat and drink,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
Standing water as thick as ink,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
A bit o’ beef that were three year stored,
A bit o’ mutton as tough as a board,
And a fowl we killed with a sergeant’s sword,
When the Widow give the party.

“What did you do for knives and forks,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
We carries ’em with us wherever we walks,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
And some was sliced and some was halved,
And some was crimped and some was carved,
And some was gutted and some was starved,
When the Widow give the party.

“What ha’ you done with half your mess,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
They couldn’t do more and they wouldn’t do less,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
They ate their whack and they drank their fill,
And I think the rations has made them ill,
For half my comp’ny’s lying still
Where the Widow give the party.

“How did you get away — away,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
On the broad o’ my back at the end o’ the day,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
I comed away like a bleedin’ toff,
For I got four niggers to carry me off,
As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough,
When the Widow give the party.

“What was the end of all the show,
Johnnie, Johnnie?”
Ask my Colonel, for I don’t know,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
We broke a King and we built a road —
A court-house stands where the reg’ment goed.
And the river’s clean where the raw blood flowed
When the Widow give the party.
(Bugle: Ta–rara–ra-ra-rara!)

Believe it or don’t, Bubba, I used Taylor expansion series to hedge the Latin American equity warrants I was in charge of, back in the 90s.

So for instance, when one of the big hiccups occured back in 1994-1995ish, my positions actually made money, thanks to all the almost free out of the money puts I’d buy to cover my tail.

Nobody at work actually cared, since our company was being sold off to the highest bidder. But my family was proud of me, even though they had no idea what I was talking about.

P.S. That link to ‘tail’ was not the most imformative for this extended tale of what I was doing for a living back in the early 90s, but it is the link that made me laugh the most.

PINKO JUST USE YOUR OWN DAMN NAME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!

And you are just JEALOUS of Shoe!!!

shoelimpy –

And when you journey in the earth, there is no blame on you if you shorten the prayer, if you fear that those who disbelieve will cause you distress, surely the unbelievers are your open enemy.

But there came after them an evil generation, who neglected prayers and followed and sensual desires, so they win meet perdition.

But whoever disputes with you in this matter after what has come to you of knowledge, then say: Come let us call our sons and your sons and our women and your women and our near people and your near people, then let us be earnest in prayer, and pray for the curse of God on the liars.

And when you call to prayer they make it a mockery and a joke; this is because they are a people who do not understand.

And their prayer before the House is nothing but whistling and clapping of hands; taste then the chastisement, for you disbelieved.

Surely the hypocrites strive to deceive God, and He shall requite their deceit to them, and when they stand up to prayer they stand up sluggishly; they do it only to be seen of men and do not remember God save a little.

So when the sacred months have passed away, then slay the idolaters wherever you find them, and take them captives and besiege them and lie in wait for them in every ambush, then if they repent and keep up prayer and pay the poor-rate, leave their way free to them; surely God is Forgiving, Merciful.

Wealth and children are the adornment of life.

when one of the big hiccups occured back in 1994-1995ish

That would be the December Mistake in Mexico and its Tequila Effect throughout the region.

FUCK ALL MUSLIM TERRORISTS!!!

And Saint Atilla raised the hand grenade up on high, saying,
‘Oh, Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow
thy enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.’ And the Lord did grin, and
people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies,
and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large —

And the Lord spake, saying, ‘First shalt thou take out the
Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three
shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting
shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two,
excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once
the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou
thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty
in my sight, shall snuff it.’

I salute you, thunder, and wish you all the Asian tail you need.

Unethical conduct is actually the conduct of destruction and fear; lies are told because one is afraid of the consequences should one tell the truth; thus, the liar is inevitably a coward, the coward is inevitably a liar.

The one impulse in man which cannot be erased is his impulse toward freedom, his impulse toward sanity, toward higher levels of attainment in all of his endeavors.

All liberals are cowards. It’s axiomatic.

And they are all parasites, they can’t function without their betters, becasue hating their betters is all they can do.

Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.

Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right,
But that three lefts do.

Wherever possible put people on “HOLD”.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.

Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you;
That lemon on your left for instance.

Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls,
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.

Carefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan,
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
For a good time, call 606-4311.

Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog
Is finally getting enough cheese;
And reflect that whatever fortunes may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Sioux City.

You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not,
The Universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive him to be,
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.

With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up.

REMEMBER THE ALAMO!!!

You sit there and you thump your Bible, and you say your prayers, and it didn’t get you anywhere! Talk about your Psalms, talk about John 3:16 … Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass!

We will now read from the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and … Duck!

Incidentally, the WWE thing was interesting to hear about.

How do you jump down?

You would not tolerate for one moment the conduct in an individual that is commonplace in the acts of some nations. You would lock up such a person.

wHO ASS YOU WHIP? yO MAMA’S? i HEAR YOU WHIP HER ASS AND SHE SAY, OHHHHHHHH, DATS MAMAS LITTLE MAN.oH WHIP MAMA BUTT MO, MAMA LIKE DAT BABY BOY!

aND OF COURSE I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I, i AM RUBBER YOU ARE GLUE, and YOU HAVE SHIT ON YOUR NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“But I love Him and He loves me and we both HATE you. :)”

Hey, it’s Fred Phelps.

mIKEY IS fRED pHELPS.

tHEY BOTH HATE THE SAME WAY.

tHEY ARE BOTH GOING TO FRY IN HELL.

tHEY ARE BOTH TRAITORS TO AMERICA.

tHEY ARE BOTH TROOP HATERS.

Thanks, Bubba.

Merry Christmas, shlimpyâ„¢!

“F**K ALL MUSLIM TERRORISTS!!!”
What, all at once? Or in sequence?
What about Irish terrorists?
Or Basque terrorists?
Do all Terrorists get to “knock boots” with you annie? Do they see it as a holy duty – a sort of “close your eyes and think of england” moment? I am surprised there’s so many around – there are a bizzillion just waiting to take over america, right?

Leviticus 11:
1: And the LORD spake unto Moses and to Aaron, saying unto them,
2: Speak unto the children of Israel, saying, These are the beasts which ye shall eat among all the beasts that are on the earth.
3: Whatsoever parteth the hoof, and is clovenfooted, and cheweth the cud, among the beasts, that shall ye eat.
4: Nevertheless these shall ye not eat of them that chew the cud, or of them that divide the hoof: as the camel, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.
5: And the coney, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.
6: And the hare, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.
7: And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you.
8: Of their flesh shall ye not eat, and their carcase shall ye not touch; they are unclean to you.
9: These shall ye eat of all that are in the waters: whatsoever hath fins and scales in the waters, in the seas, and in the rivers, them shall ye eat.
10: And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you:
11: They shall be even an abomination unto you; ye shall not eat of their flesh, but ye shall have their carcases in abomination.
12: Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you.
13: And these are they which ye shall have in abomination among the fowls; they shall not be eaten, they are an abomination: the eagle, and the ossifrage, and the ospray,
14: And the vulture, and the kite after his kind;
15: Every raven after his kind;
16: And the owl, and the night hawk, and the cuckow, and the hawk after his kind,
17: And the little owl, and the cormorant, and the great owl,
18: And the swan, and the pelican, and the gier eagle,
19: And the stork, the heron after her kind, and the lapwing, and the bat.
20: All fowls that creep, going upon all four, shall be an abomination unto you.
21: Yet these may ye eat of every flying creeping thing that goeth upon all four, which have legs above their feet, to leap withal upon the earth;
22: Even these of them ye may eat; the locust after his kind, and the bald locust after his kind, and the beetle after his kind, and the grasshopper after his kind.
23: But all other flying creeping things, which have four feet, shall be an abomination unto you.
24: And for these ye shall be unclean: whosoever toucheth the carcase of them shall be unclean until the even.
25: And whosoever beareth ought of the carcase of them shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even.
26: The carcases of every beast which divideth the hoof, and is not clovenfooted, nor cheweth the cud, are unclean unto you: every one that toucheth them shall be unclean.
27: And whatsoever goeth upon his paws, among all manner of beasts that go on all four, those are unclean unto you: whoso toucheth their carcase shall be unclean until the even.
28: And he that beareth the carcase of them shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even: they are unclean unto you.
29: These also shall be unclean unto you among the creeping things that creep upon the earth; the weasel, and the mouse, and the tortoise after his kind,
30: And the ferret, and the chameleon, and the lizard, and the snail, and the mole.
31: These are unclean to you among all that creep: whosoever doth touch them, when they be dead, shall be unclean until the even.
32: And upon whatsoever any of them, when they are dead, doth fall, it shall be unclean; whether it be any vessel of wood, or raiment, or skin, or sack, whatsoever vessel it be, wherein any work is done, it must be put into water, and it shall be unclean until the even; so it shall be cleansed.
33: And every earthen vessel, whereinto any of them falleth, whatsoever is in it shall be unclean; and ye shall break it.
34: Of all meat which may be eaten, that on which such water cometh shall be unclean: and all drink that may be drunk in every such vessel shall be unclean.
35: And every thing whereupon any part of their carcase falleth shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down: for they are unclean, and shall be unclean unto you.
36: Nevertheless a fountain or pit, wherein there is plenty of water, shall be clean: but that which toucheth their carcase shall be unclean.
37: And if any part of their carcase fall upon any sowing seed which is to be sown, it shall be clean.
38: But if any water be put upon the seed, and any part of their carcase fall thereon, it shall be unclean unto you.
39: And if any beast, of which ye may eat, die; he that toucheth the carcase thereof shall be unclean until the even.
40: And he that eateth of the carcase of it shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even: he also that beareth the carcase of it shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even.
41: And every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth shall be an abomination; it shall not be eaten.
42: Whatsoever goeth upon the belly, and whatsoever goeth upon all four, or whatsoever hath more feet among all creeping things that creep upon the earth, them ye shall not eat; for they are an abomination.
43: Ye shall not make yourselves abominable with any creeping thing that creepeth, neither shall ye make yourselves unclean with them, that ye should be defiled thereby.
44: For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy: neither shall ye defile yourselves with any manner of creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
45: For I am the LORD that bringeth you up out of the land of Egypt, to be your God: ye shall therefore be holy, for I am holy.
46: This is the law of the beasts, and of the fowl, and of every living creature that moveth in the waters, and of every creature that creepeth upon the earth:
47: To make a difference between the unclean and the clean, and between the beast that may be eaten and the beast that may not be eaten.

fUCK eNGLAND TOO!!!

aLL mUSLIMS ARE TERRORISTS, READ UP THREAD, READ THEIR WON FILTHY WORDS, THEY ARE UNCLEAN SMELLY BASTARDS WHO HATE YOU MORE THAN i DO!

Nearest among them in love to the believers you will find those who say ‘We are Christians;’ because among these are men devoted to learning and men who have renounced the world, and they are not arrogant.

10: And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you:

This means tourists, right?

A Song of the Sandbags

No, Bill, I’m not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh
(The cove be’ind the sandbags ain’t a death-or-glory cuss).
And though I strafes ’em good and ‘ard I doesn’t ‘ate the Boche,
I guess they’re mostly decent, just the same as most of us.
I guess they loves their ‘omes and kids as much as you or me;
And just the same as you or me they’d rather shake than fight;
And if we’d ‘appened to be born at Berlin-on-the-Spree,
We’d be out there with ‘Ans and Fritz, dead sure that we was right.

A-standin’ up to the sandbags
It’s funny the thoughts wot come;
Starin’ into the darkness,
‘Earin’ the bullets ‘um;
(Zing! Zip! Ping! Rip!
‘ark ‘ow the bullets ‘um!)
A-leanin’ against the sandbags
Wiv me rifle under me ear,
Oh, I’ve ‘ad more thoughts on a sentry-go
Than I used to ‘ave in a year.

I wonder, Bill, if ‘Ans and Fritz is wonderin’ like me
Wot’s at the bottom of it all? Wot all the slaughter’s for?
‘E thinks ‘e’s right (of course ‘e ain’t) but this we both agree,
If them as made it ‘ad to fight, there wouldn’t be no war.
If them as lies in feather beds while we kips in the mud;
If them as makes their fortoons while we fights for ’em like ‘ell;
If them as slings their pot of ink just ‘ad to sling their blood:
By Crust! I’m thinkin’ there ‘ud be another tale to tell.

Shiverin’ up to the sandbags,
With a hicicle ‘stead of a spine,
Don’t it seem funny the things you think
‘Ere in the firin’ line:
(Whee! Whut! Ziz! Zut!
Lord! ‘ow the bullets whine!)
Hunkerin’ down when a star-shell
Cracks in a sputter of light,
You can jaw to yer soul by the sandbags
Most any old time o’ night.

They talks o’ England’s glory and a-‘oldin’ of our trade,
Of Empire and ‘igh destiny until we’re fair flim-flammed;
But if it’s for the likes o’ that that bloody war is made,
Then wot I say is: Empire and ‘igh destiny be damned!
There’s only one good cause, Bill, for poor blokes like us to fight:
That’s self-defence, for ‘earth and ‘ome, and them that bears our name;
And that’s wot I’m a-doin’ by the sandbags ‘ere to-night. . . .
But Fritz out there will tell you ‘e’s a-doin’ of the same.

Starin’ over the sandbags,
Sick of the ‘ole damn thing;
Firin’ to keep meself awake,
‘Earin’ the bullets sing.
(Hiss! Twang! Tsing! Pang!
Saucy the bullets sing.)
Dreamin’ ‘ere by the sandbags
Of a day when war will cease,
When ‘Ans and Fritz and Bill and me
Will clink our mugs in fraternity,
And the Brotherhood of Labour will be
The Brotherhood of Peace.

from “Rhymes of a Red Cross Man (1916), Robert Service

you people no funny, ok????? you bad bad bad people, ok??? god hate you, ok???? you go to hell, ok???? unbelievers!!!@!@!!!!

Has anyone noticed that AA’s link no longer works?

You know, I don’t even need that script.

Just knowing that every third comment in this thread is extolling the virtues of pie to many of the readers makes me laugh-especially when you get a chance to read both sides of the pie!

mikey, from the religious fervor I’ve seen in emu-land, I believe the pork snorkel is BOTH a food and a sex act.

Has anyone noticed that Clint’s dick smells like his mama’s snatch?

It’s a fishy, yeasty smell.

Sadly, Ho!

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This passage from leviticus has always puzzled me:
23: But all other flying creeping things, which have four feet, shall be an abomination unto you.
What sort of flying things have four feet? Bats are mentioned in 19.
There seems to be some error here – Insects have six legs, birds two – what does it mean?

20: All fowls that creep, going upon all four, shall be an abomination unto you.

See, this one I’ve never understood.

beat ya!

I approved yo mama last night.

Ummm, DAMN, jefflawson, that was intese. Made me shiver and throw a log on the fire. But thanks – it’s important to always remember the horror….

mikey

you mean mean man gavin, ok??? you hate god, ok???? you go to hell, ok??? i laugh, ok??? hahahahaha, ok???? inchrist, annie

Wingnut Moses believes in four-legged birds. Sadly, No!

Don’t eat alien four legged birds or bugs eh?
Nothing to see here – move along – and ditch the rye you’ve got in storage.

No shrimp sushi?

Only Hannukah lobster rolls are allowed.

And ANOTHER THING Gavin….what the fuck is WRONG with you???? HMMMMMMMMMMMMM?????????

Hello, my baby, hello, my honey, hello, my http//

Askimet said it was spam.

Spam.

SPAM.

Yo mama says Hi.

WARNING: 4592-192837- “//home.dingle-dangle/gavin-is-teh-ghey.sadly/no/header-header-two-oh-niner/five0006”>

Ask for it

Ask for it

Oh where doth the wind blow?

Jimmy says hi. Jimmy says bye. Oh where or where is Jane?

warning. Warning. WARNING.

No pork rinds
No terrapin soup
But hey, set the table for the locusts, grasshoppers and beetles! MMMM crunchy!

48: Ye shall not make yourselves abominable with any trolling thing that trolleth, neither shall ye make yourselves unclean with them, that ye should be defiled with pie.

Gavin wants to taste my pie. Don’t you, Gavin?

What are you drinking tonight, Annie?

Four-legged pie?

Does this mean the Babble is … errant? Where else may there be mistakes, I wonder?

No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let’s choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke’s,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives: some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear’d and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour’d thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?

as long as we’re quoting great war poets, I’ve got a taste for Sassoon

A Working Party

Three hours ago he blundered up the trench,
Sliding and poising, groping with his boots;
Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls
With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk.
He couldn’t see the man who walked in front;
Only he heard the drum and rattle of feet
Stepping along barred trench boards, often splashing
Wretchedly where the sludge was ankle-deep.

Voices would grunt `Keep to your right — make way!’
When squeezing past some men from the front-line:
White faces peered, puffing a point of red;
Candles and braziers glinted through the chinks
And curtain-flaps of dug-outs; then the gloom
Swallowed his sense of sight; he stooped and swore
Because a sagging wire had caught his neck.

A flare went up; the shining whiteness spread
And flickered upward, showing nimble rats
And mounds of glimmering sand-bags, bleached with rain;
Then the slow silver moment died in dark.
The wind came posting by with chilly gusts
And buffeting at the corners, piping thin.
And dreary through the crannies; rifle-shots
Would split and crack and sing along the night,
And shells came calmly through the drizzling air
To burst with hollow bang below the hill.

Three hours ago, he stumbled up the trench;
Now he will never walk that road again:
He must be carried back, a jolting lump
Beyond all needs of tenderness and care.

He was a young man with a meagre wife
And two small children in a Midland town,
He showed their photographs to all his mates,
And they considered him a decent chap
Who did his work and hadn’t much to say,
And always laughed at other people’s jokes
Because he hadn’t any of his own.

That night when he was busy at his job
Of piling bags along the parapet,
He thought how slow time went, stamping his feet
And blowing on his fingers, pinched with cold.
He thought of getting back by half-past twelve,
And tot of rum to send him warm to sleep
In draughty dug-out frowsty with the fumes
Of coke, and full of snoring weary men.

He pushed another bag along the top,
Craning his body outward; then a flare
Gave one white glimpse of No Man’s Land and wire;
And as he dropped his head the instant split
His startled life with lead, and all went out.

Richard!!! Come here Richard, give Annie a kiss!

Let’s be friends, we members of the Eshcaton community need to stick together! I’m taking a “special” picture for Ntodd’s blog.

Watch for it!

20: All fowls that creep, going upon all four, shall be an abomination unto you.

Ok, that could describe some creepy chickenhawks on this thread.

Next thing you know, they’re whining about their hemorrhoids.

32: And upon whatsoever any of them, when they are dead, doth fall, it shall be unclean; whether it be any vessel of wood, or raiment, or skin, or sack, whatsoever vessel it be, wherein any work is done, it must be put into water, and it shall be unclean until the even; so it shall be cleansed.

Just a reminder, Annie – wash Shoe’s balls with water before teabagging, please. So sayeth the Lord your God.

President Bush admits he is a liar!

Huh?

What???????

Kinda-Gotcha

Ha ha ha ha ha

Liberals. Shake. n. Bake

Ju.

Ju-On.

Ju-Ona Dance?

Everybody dance now.

R2D2

I wordpressed yo mama last night. Last night. Last night. Last night.

Oh yeah.

Last night.

Click on submit. I like the hit. Click on submit. Submit to the Lord. Oh yeah, baby, feel’s so good.

Preview. Preview. View Pre. View Pre. I cannot view my Pre from my Prius.

Handhelds, tablets and cell phones.

Oh my!

My oh!

Sadly, so badly, I know
Asses oh my gases what asses they be
Dastards and bastards so full of glee
Liars and fliers
You know who I mean

Nobody knows
Oh nobody knows

Such troubles as I have seen
Underneath the bridge, where they left me to die
Can’t someone spare a dime?
Killing me softly and slowly with time
Such troubles as I have seen

Jesus loves you, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.

So why won’t you listen?

dont u want to lissen? lissen?

stop pissen on christ

Our Lord.

Our Savior.

Amen.

I teabagged yo mama last night.

The war poems are a nice counterpoint to the pie.

“Sadly, No!: The Pie Wars.”

You teabagged Wilmer Valdarrama to get that lame-ass comeback.

“Begun This Pie War Has”

Gavin wants to take a big bite of my pie, my hot peach pie!

Oh Gavin, bite it like a peach baby, mmmm, like a nice warm peach, the fuzz tickling your nose, the juice dripping down your chin, your teeth genlty scraping the stone, oh baby, you got me HOT!

I’m out after this one.
Another Sassoon:

Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Pie leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

Pie leads to ooey gooey goodness, right Gavin??

The trollbot server is desperately in need of a reboot.

Gavin just emailed me that he is sorry that things got so out of hand, and that he hates you all and he loves me.

I told him he’s not getting any of my pie. Let’s see what he writes back……

I got almost nothing. One from the Pogues:

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son
Its time to stop rambling cause theres work to be
Done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played waltzing matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the
Cheers
We sailed off to gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
when the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, he rained us with
Shells
And in five minutes flat hed blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to australia
But the band played waltzing matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Now those who were living did their best to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, christ I wished I wasDead
Never knew there were worse things than dying

and no more Ill go waltzing matilda
to the green bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded
Maimed
And they shipped us back home to australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place where legs used to be
And thank christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played waltzing matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
and they turned all their faces away

And now every april I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
i see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, what are they
Marching for?
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays waltzing matilda
And the old men still answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Wholl go a-waltzing matilda with me?

I felt a great disturbance in the Pie, as if millions of apples suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.

wOW. i WISH i COULD THINK OF THINGS LIKE THAT TO SAY.

Obviously

While goin’ the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin’ the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin’ the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg
Ye’re an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye’ll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I’m swearing to ye.

DIRTY OLD TOWN!!! DIRTY OLD TOWN!!!

Π∞

_\O/_

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at pie:
a conscientious abstain-ie

Whiskey then, is it? Black Velvet, perhaps?

She goes for her medical
Shes passed, its a miracle
Shes up over the moon
She whistles nonsense tunes
She wants drinks for everyone
Shes found a chord that she can strum
Emotions leaking out
Her pants all over town
Whats that shes playing?
(annie get your pie)
Whats that shes taking?
(the song has to be sung)
Shes gone electric
(annie wipe them out)
Thats unexpected
(strum that thing and shout)
Dont pull that trigger
(annie get your pie)
Dont shoot that singer
(youre shooting number one)

Hes not into miracles
Sees life all too cynical
The cat has got his tongue
Now she bangs on his drum
He says pull the other one
Bells ring, look what you have done
Emotions leaking out
Her pants all over town

TROLL BOT

SCROLL TROLL

BOWL BOWL BOWL

Give a gift this season
As soon as you can
Violins and pie tins and honey in a pot
Idylls in the wyld
No more, no more, no more of this today

Idiots or shitiots
Such is not to say

Tomorrow never dies but yesterday never lives
Evil men are loving him but not a gift among them
Holidays are the time for generosity, and Christmas most of all

Give a gift this season
Hell its Christmas after all
Everyone can find someone
Yesterday or today, but tomorrow never dies

My caps lock is broken

Can somebody fix it?

fix it somebody. CAN’T SOMEBODY FIX IT?

Warning. Warning. The WHOLE EARTH IS WARMING!

Al GORE bumped HIS head and HE WENT TO BED and then Gaia couldn’t get up in the MORNING

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This ain’t yo mama’s house. It ain’t yo daddy’s house. fnord. It ain’t yo granny’s house. It ain’t you auntie’s house.

So whose house.

RUNS HOUSE?

Our house. Motherfucker. fuckermother

i don’t even know her

WARNING. This is a TEST. It is ONLY a TeSt.

Testes, tESTes, One TWO tHrEE

One for you and two for me. Two for you and four for me. Five for you and all for me.

for me.

me for.

4 huh?

One Two Three What are we fighting FOR?!

O_o;

Richard is in love with Shoe. But Shoe isn’t in love with Richard. This is all just gossip so you didn’t hear it from me.

YOu ROCK ShOe.

In light of Annie’s request for Dirty Old Town, this comment regarding Freebird on Songfacts:

Still has to be the greatest song ever written and it is the National Anthem of the South. No matter what show I’m watching I always yell Freebird-even kids parties and church. I was at a private party with the 2006 Marshall Tucker Band and of course I asked them to play and that’s when I found out the reason most bands don’t play it is the guitars are so complicated most can’t keep up. So if you want to judge how good a band is see if they’ll do it. If not you know they suck. BTW-Marshall T killed it that night on Lake Wateree.
– Jeff, Columbia, SC

So, that asshole has finally been identified as “Jeff” of Columbia, SC.

Gavin just emailed me that he is sorry that things got so out of hand, and that he hates you all and he loves me.

[…]

Now he just emailed me again, asking me to please stop making our relationship public. Why do I need to hide, Gavin??

HUH??? I’m tired of the games, baby. Let’s let our love shine!

Pie just emailed me that it is sorry to be so sour and tasteless.

It admits that it was completely out of line, regrets the ensuing ugliness, and hopes the next pie is sweeter.

Aww, is Malkin pissed that Coulter got a TIME cover and she didn’t?

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Now in darkness world stops turning,
ashes where the pies were burning.
No more War Pies have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
on their knees the war pies crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.
Oh lord, yeah! Let’s eat!

Buddha on a Triscuit! Those two sure love their pie.

The Guns of Brixton just emailed me.

They want to know when the law breaks in, how you gonna go?

A way, today, I shall find a way
Avenge my death and kill mine foes
Awesome be my Viking might
All fall beneath my sword

Blood tastes good upon my lips, the blood of babies shed
By my blade and by my hand
By Odin by Thor by Vikings bred
Brains upon the ground.

Cows do howl in Muslim bowls
Children screaming and fleeing and crying and dying before my blade
Can’t you see the battle rage?
Can’t you see the fires in the Sun?

Death to all who stand before me
Die in the names of Odin and of Thor and of Loki the Trickster
Deep within thy flesh
Doctor could have fixed her

Evil men will rue the day
Everyone shall die
Eyes upon me, lies upon me, dies upon me
Even in the fray

For Odin!
For Thor!
For Valhalla!
For all the Gods I fight

Gambler’s halls I burn
Giving ashes to the ground
Gimps and wimps and solar pimps
Go away into the flames

High into the sky my holy smoke does rise
Heavenbound the holy wound is soothed
Heaps of bodies tossed upon the ground
Hammers of warto settle the score that Satan began that day

In ancient times the peasants so afraid they were
Into the present the still fear, the liberals on the moors
Inspiring, perspiring, sweat runs down their brow
Idiots die before me

Justice is my name
Just because I want to kill
Jungles in the gym I fly, my warhammer crushing skulls
Jumping up and jumping down their bodies on the ground.

Man, that’s gonna be a bummer hangover tomorrow morning, Pyemystress.

I own this board.

There is so much wrong in that sock- pie….

see you in the next thread.

Mmm. Country pie

Proof that pie makes you stupid.

.

Proof that pie makes you stupid.

.

reminds me of….

This song is called Alice’s Restaurant, and it’s about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice’s Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that’s just the name of the song, and that’s why I called the song Alice’s
Restaurant.

We’re just waitin’ for it to come around is what we’re doing.

Ham on Rye

Rye on Ham

Spam I like I like the SPAM for Ma’am to Me Gonna Jam on Ham Tonight Oh Yeah

Pepsi

All life is a sham

a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham a sham

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Metikisa but not your sistah fnord sista sista down and around on the way to town

don’t frown little clown it get’s me down

Please dOn’t frOwn little cloWn

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POetry in mOtion giRls Boys RadicAl maDical Right?

can you read between THE LINES

what are the lines?

where are the lines?

jiminy crickets by glory all whory fifty-forty can you read between the lines?

denver in paris on france’s last airs

Eiffel a trifle some tripe will you please?

God said to Satan do you like anchovies? Peas? Or Cheese?

poor me

to be or not to be a question is not asked by can i ask the question that i’ve been dying to ask?

no

NO

nO

oh my for pie fnord i like the pie i pie i like oh pie oh my my script says this my script says that

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Illuminati time to potty

hotty hotty

shake a lEg yo mama saId

lame and lame and lamer

well crap, I think I broke the pie.

My God, that’s moose turd pie!

Ham on Rye

Pepsi…

Stream of douche-esness.

Stream of douche-esness.

Heh heh … “Bowel” by shoelimpy.

JK47 is a really cool name. How’d you think of it? Did it just come to you in a flash of inspired wit? Or did you steal it from someone else?

Shake and Bake!

I love this place.

All your threads are belong to me.

It’s me you love. Admit it!!!!!!!! This place dies without me.

I should be worshipped by you heathens.

Proof that pie makes you stupid.

Impressive, young Jedi!

How about this, courtesy of Chase Me Ladies? (aka Harry Hutton’s House of … well I’m not sure what noun would suffice here.)

And the darn video is gone. You can hardly imagine the hilarity.

There once was a girl called Michelle
Who detected a horrible smell
From the liberal press
Who’d made a big mess
Of the, oops, wait, that’s not right, oh well.

In all seriousness, that belongs in a book, like one of those compilations of great poetry literature students buy.

Bacon shakin shakin’ on a pie

Blackbirds, blackbirds

23 4 me

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DRUMSTICKS, drumsticks, drumSTICKS, drumsticks, DRUMsticks, DRUMSTICKS

Beings we are, all human we be
Religions and races and ethnicities
All of us together are one
Don’t you think that that would be fun?

Really, I mean, wouldn’t it be great?

Can’t you see it?
Amen to the lord!
Now it is time for peace on earth
Time to stop the war!

See the future, see the past
Peace and peace and peace and peace
Everyone is happy now, christ rules over this place
Lost is satan, lost are the wicked
Lucifer’s bowels their home

WARNING WARNING warning WARNING

stop the warning warning the stop oh stop please stop the warning

campells soup in a can a can of ham on rye for spam

no trolling trolling no, Trolling, No! happy to be of service

but are you being served?

are you experienced?

xmas time? oh xmas tree? oh xmas on a sign?

a war on new year’s blessed be

the yuletide solstice tonite

overnite that’s rite how r u???????????????????????????????????

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The Lost TrIbeS of iSraEl

if god be with us who can be against us?

against?

against?

against?

halleLUjah

aMEN

You can hardly imagine the hilarity.

I don’t know. I can imagine quite a bit.

Just tying in the Pie Wars quotes.

A jolly dancing pie, full of Christmas spirit.

An essay on annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child
Issues surrounding annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child can never be over analysed. Many an afternoon has been enjoyed by a family, bonding over the discussion of annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child. While it is becoming a hot topic for debate, annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child is not given the credit if deserves for inspiring many of the worlds famous painters. It still has the power to shock those politicaly minded individuals living in the past, who form the last great hope for our civilzation. Though I would rather be in bed I will now examine the primary causes of annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child.

Social Factors

There is cultural and institutional interdependence between members of any community. When Lance Bandaner said ‘twelve times I’ve traversed the ocean of youthful ambition but society still collects my foot prints’ [1] he shead new light on annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child, allowing man to take it by the hand and understand its momentum. A society without annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child is like a society without knowledge, in that it cleary plays a significant role amongst the developing middle classes.

Did I mention how lovely annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child is? Clearly it promotes higher individualism and obeyence of instinct. As soon as a child meets annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child they are changed.

Economic Factors

There has been a great deal of discussion in the world of economics, centred on the value of annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child. We will study the Simple-Many-Pies model of economics. Interest

annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child

There is no longer a need to argue the importance of annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child, it is clear to see that the results speak for themselves. The question which surfaces now is, how? Seemingly interest has always depended upon annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child to a certain extent, but now more that ever. In the light of this free trade must be examined.

Political Factors

Politics, we all agree, is a fact of life. Politicians find it difficult to choose between what has become known in politics as – ‘The two ways’ – annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child and ones own image of themselves.

To quote that most brilliant mind Vatusia Shandy ‘consciousness complicates a myriad of progressions.’ [2] This clearly illustrates the primary concern of those involved with annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child. To paraphrase, the quote is saying ‘annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child wins votes.’ Simple as that.

Why did annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child cross the road? – To get to the other side! Just my little joke, but lets hope that annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child doesn’t inspire similar hilarity in the next elections.
Conclusion

In summary, annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child plays a large part in the lives of all. It enlightens our daily lives, it stimulates and never hides.

I shall give the final word to star Justin Cruise: ‘I love annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child? Yes! Hurray for annieangel and shoelimpy’s love child!’ [3]

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[1] Lance Bandaner – Adventurous Spirit – 1993 See-Saw Publishing

[2] Shandy – Ice Cold – 1994 Pitter Patter Publishing

[3] Smashing Hits – Issue 224 – Jazz Media

Wow. We are privileged to be present at the birth of a new form of poetry, invented by Shoelimpy.

Brilliant!

Dammit, someone put up a lot of stupid words above my post.

Gavin, ban that asshole.

An essay on the god of shoelimpy
In order to understand our selves, we must first understand the god of shoelimpy. I really, really like the god of shoelimpy. While it is becoming a hot topic for debate, several of todays most brilliant minds seem incapable of recognising its increasing relevance to understanding future generations. Inevitably feelings run deep amongst the upper echelons of progressive service sector organisations, many of whom blame the influence of television. Hold onto your hats as we begin a journey into the god of shoelimpy.

Social Factors

Comparisons between Roman Society and Medieval Society give a clear picture of the importance of the god of shoelimpy to developments in social conduct. I will not insult the readers inteligence by explaining this obvious comparison any further. When The Tygers of Pan Tang sang ‘It’s lonely at the top. Everybody’s trying to do you in’ [1] , they must have been referning to the god of shoelimpy. Both tyranny and democracy are tried and questioned. Yet the god of shoelimpy smells of success.

Nothing represents every day life better than the god of shoelimpy, and I mean nothing. If society has a favourite child, it is the god of shoelimpy.

Economic Factors

The dictionary defines economics as ‘the social science concerned with the production, distribution, exchange, and consumption of goods and services’. We will begin by looking at the Simple-Many-Pies model, a lovely model. Market
Value
Of
Gold

the god of shoelimpy

How do we explain these clear trends? Even a child could work out that the market value of gold cannot sustain this instability for long. Assumptions made by traders have caused uncertainty amongst the private sector.

Political Factors

Politics – smolitics! Looking at the spectrum represented by a single political party can be reminiscent of comparing the god of shoelimpyism and post-the god of shoelimpyism.

To quote style icon Esperanza H. Amster ‘The success of any political system can only truly be assessed once the fat lady has sung.’ [2] Primarily, he is referring to the god of shoelimpy. If the god of shoelimpy be the food of politics, play on.

The question which we must each ask ourselves is, will we allow the god of shoelimpy to win our vote?
Conclusion

To reiterate, the god of shoelimpy has played a large part in the development of man in the 20th Century and its influence remains strong. It brings peace, brought up a generation and is always fashionably late.

I will leave you with the words of Hollywood’s Whoopi Hanks: ‘I demand the god of shoelimpy, nothing more nothing less.’ [3]

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[1] Tygers of Pang Tang – The Cage – 1982 MCR Records

[2] Amster – The Popular Vote – 2002 Worldwide Publishing

[3] Weekly the god of shoelimpy – Issue 54 – Rhino Media

Annie and shlimpy take the Wealâ„¢

An essay on annieangel’s sexual frustration
To delve deeply into annieangel’s sexual frustration is an exciting adventure. I find my self constantly drawn back to the subject of annieangel’s sexual frustration. Until recently considered taboo amongst polite society, it is impossible to overestimate its impact on modern thought. Often it is seen as both a help and a hinderence to the upper echelons of progressive service sector organisations, who just don’t like that sort of thing. With the primary aim of demonstrating my considerable intellect I will now demonstrate the complexity of the many faceted issue that is annieangel’s sexual frustration.

Social Factors

Society is a human product. When The Tygers of Pan Tang sang ‘It’s lonely at the top. Everybody’s trying to do you in’ [1] , they must have been referning to annieangel’s sexual frustration. No symbol is more potent than annieangel’s sexual frustration in society today. It cleary plays a significant role amongst the developing middle classes.

Primarily annieangel’s sexual frustration builds trust among the people. Clearly it promotes higher individualism and obeyence of instinct. As soon as a child meets annieangel’s sexual frustration they are changed.

Economic Factors

Economics has been defined as ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.’ To my learned ear that sounds like two people with itchy backs. We will begin by looking at the Maiden-Tuesday-Lending model, making allowances for recent changes in interest rates. Interest

annieangel’s sexual frustration

The results displayed in the graph are too clear to be ignored. Clearly interest will eventually break free from the powerful influence of annieangel’s sexual frustration, but not before we see a standardised commercial policy for all. Many analysts fear a subsequent depression.

Political Factors

Politics was once a game featuring competitors from elite classes. Comparing the electoral politics of most Western and Eastern European countries is like comparing annieangel’s sexual frustrationism and post-annieangel’s sexual frustrationism.

We cannot talk of annieangel’s sexual frustration and politics without remembering the words of a legend in their own life time, Noah Bootlegger ‘A man must have his cake and eat it in order to justify his actions.’ [2] Considered by many to be one of the ‘Founding Fathers’ of annieangel’s sexual frustration, his words cannot be over-looked. I feel strongly that if politicians spent less time thinking about annieangel’s sexual frustration and put more effort into their family life, that we would have a very different country.

One thing’s certain. The Human species liberally desires annieangel’s sexual frustration, and what’s more human than politics?
Conclusion

We can conclude that the annieangel’s sexual frustration deserves all of the attention it gets. It enlightens our daily lives, puts out ‘fires’, and it is human.

I will leave the last word to the famous Ozzy Astaire: ‘annieangel’s sexual frustration is the new rock and roll! And the new opera!’ [3]

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[1] Tygers of Pang Tang – The Cage – 1982 MCR Records

[2] Bootlegger – Take It! – 1961 Viva Books

[3] Weekly annieangel’s sexual frustration – Issue 54 – Rhino Media

we aRe living on a privileged planet

planet

privileged

inteLLigent dEsIgN

y do pandas have thumbs?

have you ever asKed god?

GOD

god??????????

click me please oh please oh please oh click me click me click me just like that

can you see the pie?

the pie is flying high and high and hIGHer

make teh PIE higher

oh fly won’t you fly for mE?

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o superman

i no longer
regnol regnol regnol pignol lognog log cabin lincoln in the white house weisshaus haushaus haus

dems in das rathaus

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YouTube break!

merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry christmas!

pete and repete sittin’ on a log

log

log

gol

10:Hi
20:Bye
30:Rinse
40:Repeat
40:Repeat
40:Repeat

ad nauseum nauseum ad fnord dot dot dot dot dot dot dot

ellipses parenthesis and colons in your spleen

kleen spleen mr clean magic so tragic i die oh why

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life in his grace

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pie

An essay on crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy
‘Brilliant’, ‘Quite Good’, ‘What?’, these are just some of the comments made recently in the press regarding crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy. In depth analysis of crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy can be an enriching experience. Given that its influence pervades our society, it is yet to receive proper recognition for laying the foundations of democracy. Since it was first compared to antidisestablishmentarianism much has been said concerning crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy by the easily lead, many of whom fail to comprehend the full scope of crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy. At the heart of the subject are a number of key factors. I plan to examine each of these factors in detail and and asses their importance.

Social Factors

Comparisons between Roman Society and Medieval Society give a clear picture of the importance of crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy to developments in social conduct. I will not insult the readers inteligence by explaining this obvious comparison any further. The immortal and indispensable phrase �honesty is the best policy� [1] shead new light on crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy, allowing man to take it by the hand and understand its momentum. A society without crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy is like a society without knowledge, in that it smells of success.

When one is faced with people of today a central theme emerges – crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy is either adored or despised, it leaves no one undecided. Society says that every man must find their own truth. While one sees crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy, another may see monkeys playing tennis.

Economic Factors

Economics has been defined as ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.’ To my learned ear that sounds like two people with itchy backs. We will primarily be focusing on the Inter-Spam model, making allowances for recent changes in interest rates. Transport
Costs

crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy

The results displayed in the graph are too clear to be ignored. Clearly transport costs will continue to follow crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy for the foreseeable future. Many analysts fear a subsequent depression.

Political Factors

Much of the writings of historians display the conquests of the most powerful nations over less powerful ones. Politicians find it difficult to choose between what has become known in politics as – ‘The two ways’ – pre and post war views of crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy.

Let us consider the words of that silver tongued orator, the star of stage and screen Xaviera H. Amster ‘Man’s greatest enemy is complacency with regards to personal and political hygiene.’ [2] Considered by many to be one of the ‘Founding Fathers’ of crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy, his words cannot be over-looked. History tells us that crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy will always be a vote winner, whether we like it, or not.

One thing’s certain. The Human species liberally desires crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy, and what’s more human than politics?
Conclusion

To conclude, crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy has, and will continue to be a major building block for the world in which we live. It fills a hole, invades where necessary and always chips in.

As a parting shot here are the words of super-star Britney Cruise: ‘I demand crystal meth’s battle with jesus inside shoelimpy, nothing more nothing less.’ [3]

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[1] Traditional – possibly first said by King Arthor… but probably not.

[2] Amster – The Popular Vote – 2002 Worldwide Publishing

[3] Smashing Hits – Issue 224 – Jazz Media

I can only hope you all enjoy reading that as much as I enjoyed producing it. Goodnight.

I almost came when I read it, miker. It was that damned worth your while randomly generating.

You sexy bastard.

Whaaaaat, everybody’s going to bed?

Come on, Should I stay or shoud I go?

You should go. I’m IMing with everyone else right now, and no one will post until you leave.

I went to bat for you, but Jillian has decided. It’s not her fault, she wasn’t hugged enough as a child. Her father was distant and her mother drank. Well, that’s what I’ve heard, I don’t know if it’s true, but it could be.

Frankly, Anniebotâ„¢, I don’t count you or the shlimpâ„¢ in the group, ‘everybody’.

Maybe if you stopped being a hypocrite, and joined the Army?

Please consider it.

http://bloggingpoints.blogspot.com/2006/12/conscientious-objectors.html

You join, hypocrite.

It doesn’t matter what YOU say, or who is good enough for YOU to count.

I am part of this community, and everyobody loves me more than you, that’s a fact, dumbass.

Gavin has the hots for me. I fart and he says it’s perfume, so fuck off.

Ooooh, That Smell!

Rolling thunder roving lightning
Every dog will howl
As the wind comes bumbling in
Death begins to growl

Timothy I’ll pray for thee
Even in the rain
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Never say die he said I said
Embers glowing red and hot
When peace is given a chance

Yo mama her mama yo mama’s mama
Osama bin Laden’s dead
Read oh read oh read
Kind of sort of bind of sort of whoah!

Time to start again my friend
Indigo and cheer
Myself my friend I want to sing
Evening’s almost here
So much more to fear

Yes there’s so much more to fear

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Second thought, three on none seems better odds.

g’nite.

I love zombo.com.

Don’t know much about the French I took…

Mhatter is stalking me.

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Well my dog died just yesterday and left me all alone.
The finance company dropped by today and repossessed my home.
That’s just a drop in the bucket compared to losing you,
And I’m down to crust and crumbs again, too.

-Commander Pie and His Lost Pie Airmen

Guys, I know I don’t post nearly enough studpid shit on here, but I digress. Please, one Cochicken

Shoe is too stupid to annoy me, while annie is talented enough to both enrage me and make me laugh. However I must deduct points based on her association with someone who needs his choad hammered.

“These blast points are too accurate for sand people, only imperial pie is so precise.”

20: All fowls that creep, going upon all four, shall be an abomination unto you.

See, this one I’ve never understood.

Dang. Somebody beat me to the Creepy Chickenhawk line, so I’m left with wondering if eating Ossifrage Pie may explain the outbursts of troll logorrhea…

Also, I love me some onion rings, but they’ve never excited me nearly as much as Malkin seems to be excited in that photo. Is it bad plastic surgery? Or is she just reminded of those other crinkly rings that she tongue-bathes so enthusiastically for her Faux News masters?

My interpretation of the photograph… that’s not an onion ring, but some sort of false-teeth-for-alien-mouthparts, which she is about to slip into her face before devouring the photographer in some sort of ugly surfeit-of-lampreys feeding frenzy. With lots of blood.

Pinko insults Shoe and praises me in an attempt to flatter me and bother Shoe, not realizing that his plan is foiled by his obvious show of envy toward Shoe through his praise of me and insulting of him.

Basic pyschology, dumbass.

Purple flowers by the bay
Indigo reeds blow through the trees
Nobody sees the beauty I see
Kilamjaro lit on fire
Oh what a beautiful sight

Plums and peaches and pears oh my
Under the tree, under the tree
Nobody sees the beauty I see
Kilamjaro lit on fire
Oh what a beautiful sight

Candles in the wind
Amber waves of grain
Nobody sees the beauty I see

Sugarplums roasting on an open fire
Unless I digress the tigress will die
Can you let the tigress die?
Kennedy rots in a lake of fire

Ministers and filibusterers
Young and old, we all live free, we all die free

Ancenstors lived and died upon this hallowed ground
Nobody knows them, nobody sees them
Until the day when the dead shall rise
Such a beautiful, glorious, wonderful day

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

That one is the bestest. 😀

Me: 2/29 Pacific Time hammered. Understandable, if a moral failing.

AA/Shoelimpy: hammered 7/30 PST. Youse are facking rummies with no self control. Already sleeping it off. I dare you to stay awake later than me, Vancouver pussies.

Come on come on, I’ll moirder youse in drinking.

Like, I’m smashed beyond comprehension. Unlike you social drinkers.

Answer me poseurs and provocateurs! Answer me you fucking sockpuppets! I hate you not for your licentious double posting. I hate you because you can’t drinlk.

I can’t overstate the hatred I have for annieangle and the hell-bound shoelimpy right now. I can still spell. I’m fuking 278 sheets to the wind I can stil spelll. But no well. But these gimlet drinkers these social afternoon party snozzlers of afternoon social wine are pathetic to me where is the closing time pleading with the barmaid for liberty on the last call? where is one on the cuff one on the house one for the road you libertine softies?

you can’t drink. you suck the big fucking 11111111 your base is full of alcohol and you ignore it you too tired too drunk too pussy fucks

off to bed with me and i’ll hit that fucking matress hard unlike ;the ultimate pussy annieangle who dropped off to a Xanax sleep like the fake that she is and the tourist that she strives to be … me it’s spinning out of control and kids and what do I tomorrow better neck a couple fucking asprin or maybe three who knows the whole bottle cos i’m up to my neck in drunk anyway so who gives a fuck bu8t you you you you are the worst the worst the worst of the lot terrible to see just unable to cope asleep after whatever crack meth you boutht, sick ass punks but i digress I apologize so what about the lovely young bar maid I met tonight she’;lll never know

fuck you annietrannie you are useless to me you docking furry ho

you let me down you broke my heart i though tyou had some thing but no, you are another uselfess trollish ho you annietfrannie fuck

12 posts to yer none. you are disappoint t6o me shoe putppet annie whatever your naeme.

dodging me onjly makes you look weak. why are you ducking a good fight? becaus e you hate jesus becaus you love hell

see you in hell then crazy provocateur … you will dwell ther for eternity me just on a toursist visa to see you squirm (i have a freqent flyer deal with our Lord in Heavan)

i had seven anchors a couple guiness and three whiskeys plus i stopped a murder and killed a bear. you? a bullet of meth and three manhattans? you disappoint me with yer weakness

no wonder we are losing the war. because of pansy ass candy babies liek you who can’t drink andpost or even settle the troubles in yer neighborhood like any upright chrstian would fo

today while you slept i singlehandedly rescued time form the daylitght savings saboteurs and stopped three armed robberies and carried a dying pregnatnt girl to safety … I am disappinted that your have failed so deeply in the eyes of Christ our Lord while I have shined so bright

DA scores this round. Hail the conquering hero!

Pinko and mikey insulted no one.

Gavin and crew laaaaauuuuughed to see such shenanigans. The shenanometer is pegged and the nanobots are broken; pork is snorkeled cream puffs all around! Malkin shrugs in defeat; after all, her brand of crazy-ass witch behavior is always fresh in the morning for her half bright readers.

The liberal snarkosphere sails on, blissfully and unperturbed by name calling and concerned trollery.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

What TC said –

W00t! (you can tell when a thread has gone off the rails in a trolltastic fiery crash just by looking at the number of comments – 300+, at least 200 of them of trollbot origin.)

Jesus wept.

I like Pie!

I am a great writer of verse
A brain so adept is a curse
Though perhaps misapplied
So I’ll let you decide
If McGonagall’s better or worse.

Mrs. Limpy: If it were you I loved, I would’ve said so.

I most clearly said “I love this place”, not “I love angry disembodied pairs of evangelical legs”.

Mrs. Limpy: If it were you I loved, I would’ve said so.

I most clearly said “I love this place”, not “I love angry disembodied pairs of evangelical legs”.

Sweet! It got nuttier after I crashed. I should have expected it.
Hugh Newtron loves pie.

Yo mama!

If McGonagall’s better or worse.

BEAUTIFUL new web-site of the Sadly, No! people,
With your strong HTML tags and gifs like unto a steeple,
And your cheerful commenters, which seem to my eye
Strong enough all windy trolls to defy.
And as I gaze upon thee my heart is at play,
Because thou are the greatest web-site enforcing teh gay,
And can be viewed all over the world,
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You wanna piece of my heart? You’d better start from the start.

Jesus tapping dancing Christ. Is there anyone He won’t save? Fuck Him — like I’d want to a part of any club that would have AA as a member…

You wanna be in the show?????

He’ll even save YOU. Think about it, Jesus loves you. Just think.

Res ipsa loquitor.

You wanna piece of my heart? You’d better start from the start.

I did stick girl and world in there as an homage to every band I regret liking.

McGonagall.

Pie est bonus, tamen non pro pius

it’s not stalking annie. it’s avoidingtheshitoutof, g’nite.

If we keep hanging out here, Mario G. is sure to show up. Sooner or later.

I heard on the intertubes that if a post gets 400 comments annieangel get’s a clue.

You wanna piece of my heart? You’d better start from the start.

Yay, Pinko and the Loverboy reference. Y’know, I once rewrote that song “we just heard about Abu Ghraib” kinda thing. Gonna have to look for that – hate to start over from scratch…

mikey

That sounds totally stupid, Mikey.

You stalk me all over the net, mhatter. I”M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU!!! I don’t even know you, go away!!!

Holy fuck. I take a weekend – not even a weekend! An evening! A day and a half! – to visit some relatives, and this is what I find when I get back.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Loverboy. Heh. They’re Canuckinoid, yanno. speaking of which:

No one’s stalking anyone here, annie.

Move on. We have.

(oh it’s a long way…..to Tipperary……)

I don’t know what happened here, and I pray that the FSM will keep the knowledge of it from me forever.

Ramen.

But if I ever, inadvertently, find out, I pray that Ganesh, Remover of Obstacles will, his infinite mercy and sense of humor, burn it from my brain.

*offers milk ‘n’ choc at Ganesh shrine*

Because you can’t be too careful.

Mhatter IS stalking me, he knows it. I mean, who the fuck are you to say who is stalking me or not? Lots of people stalk me,. I’m POPULAR.

strike the opening comment.

my work is done.

“I’m POPULAR.”

Keep on telling yourself that dear, maybe the doctors at the mental health clinic will be able to help you…then again suicide seems a great solution for one such as yourself.

Here is a movie you could star in:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086355/

Shoelimpy can play Paul…

If anyone should commit suicide it’s Mikey. But he’s too chicken.

BAAAWWWWWKKKKK, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!

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SUXXORS TO BE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When there’s no more room under the bridges, the trolls will walk the threads…

As they always say, bad news always comes in threes just like London Buses. You remember that alleged ambulance hoax which Malkin documented here and here. Well, HRW have carried out an extensive review of the evidence and decided that it was not a hoax.

Karl Rove II: kudos. In fact, Paul is already being played.

One Way, Cutie Pie”

Parokya ni Edgar, Picha Pie“

Jesus. I go away from just a day or two, and miss the party. I see Shoelimpy and Annie have broken into the chancellry cabinet and stolen the sacramental wine. Now they’re puking their guts out in front of the lady chapel.

1. i’m not perfect, just forgiven. i’m saved and jesus forgives me for being human. that’s why he died for me. i am nowhere near perfect, i am not jesus. but i love him and he loves me and we both hate you.

that’s gotta be like a betty bowers parody, right?

Malkin makes me want to vomit.

annieangel is a jewboy pretending it’s a christian woman.

typical

JULLIE ZIJN HOMOS!

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About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.� I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].

Peace Be With You
Micky

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